Lord, you stepped on my tail

Chapter 30

"Miss Fengqi, it's not good, Xiaobai was taken away by Miss Wushuang!"

After hearing the sound, Die Ji, who had transformed into a phoenix roost, came out of the room to greet her, and asked suspiciously, "Please explain clearly, what's going on?"

Xiao He told everything about what happened just now.

Seeing Xiao He's nervous look, Die Ji couldn't help frowning.

Die Ji knows how capable Feng Qi is.

From Die Ji's point of view, even if Feng Qi falls into Feng Wushou's hands, it will only be Feng Wushuang who is unlucky.

"When this servant saw Xiaobai just now, he was very lethargic and drowsy all the time. Even when he was captured by Miss Wushuang's maid, he couldn't struggle a bit!"

Hearing this, Die Ji's brow creases deepened.

Could it be that Feng Qi was in danger last night?
Thinking of this, Die Ji quickly walked out, she was going to Feng Wushuang to rescue Feng Qi!
After only two steps, Xiao He hurriedly said behind Die Ji: "Miss, Miss Wu Shuang has a very bad temper, I'm afraid you won't get Xiao Bai back if you go in person, why don't we ask His Highness Chen Wang, Xiao Bai?" Bai is His Royal Highness Chen Wang's cat, he will definitely help!"

Hearing this, Die Ji immediately stopped in her tracks.

Xiao He is quite clever, this is indeed a good way.

In this way, she doesn't need to use spells, so as not to show her feet, and also can connect the relationship between Feng Qi and King Chen, why not do it?
"Okay, I'll go to Feng Wushuang to hold her back first, and you go invite King Chen!"

"Uh-huh!"

After the words fell, the two immediately split up.
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In Feng Wushuang's other courtyard, there is a very inconspicuous dark room, where no sunlight has penetrated for many years.

There was a thick iron chain hanging on the door of the darkroom, and when the door was pushed open, there was a long creaking sound.

What followed was the strong smell of blood lingering in the air, and the furs of different animals hanging on the wall.

The white cat was brought into the dark room by the scruff of the neck by the stewardess of Feng Wushuang's courtyard, and it was still on the cutting board without mercy.

Feng Qi's head was knocked hard, and his consciousness gradually returned.

Compared with the unbearable pain of being tossed by the spirit beads before, the pain on the head seemed insignificant.

Feng Qi just frowned slightly.

Although the surrounding smell is very unpleasant, and there are some annoying voices from time to time, Feng Qi is completely unwilling to pay attention to these.

Now she is exhausted and just wants to sleep well.

Seeing that the white cat didn't move at all, not even moving, the female steward turned her eyes suspiciously, and looked at Feng Wushuang who then walked into the darkroom.

"Miss, for some reason, this cat is very weak, and I'm afraid it won't live long."

Feng Wushuang covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, walked to the front step by step, and proudly said to herself: "Where did you look so arrogant that night? Get up and grab Miss Ben's face? Hahaha..."

Feng Qi was in a daze, listening to Feng Wushuang's words, lazily slandering to himself: If it wasn't for my aunt's lack of strength now, scratching you would be a matter of lifting her paw.

Feng Qi felt a pair of rough hands rubbing her body up and down.

After a while, the voice of the female steward came: "Miss, look, what a soft and smooth fur, but it's too small, otherwise I can make a fur vest and wear it on my body in winter, it's both beautiful and warm!"

Mao shoulder...

Feng Qi's mouth twitched.

It turns out that her skin has such uses...

(End of this chapter)