Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess (Long Live the Mad Wife!)

Yan Qing is dead——

The spiritual power exploded on its own, and after her body exploded, a layer of fire appeared on her body, burning her body through.

Feng Chuge didn't even glance at it, "Let's go—"

Her expression was so cold that it made people feel distressed.

It seems that since the Zilan incident, Feng Chuge's expression has never changed.

Lu Zhu and Bi Luo looked at her like this, and their hearts tugged.

Having lived together for six years, they already knew Feng Chuge thoroughly.

The more she was like this, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart.

"Miss, what happened to Zilan was just an accident, we, Bi Luo, will always be with you." Lu Zhu clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.

Bi Luo also nodded when she heard the sound.

Hearing these words, Feng Chuge's expression remained unchanged, he just narrowed his eyes and looked in front of his eyes, "Well, let's go."

The meat ball jumped from the ground into Feng Chuge's arms. "Master, Routuan will always be with you."

The corners of her lips raised slightly, and she reached out to caress the fur of the fleshy ball. After a long time, she sighed...

A group of people continued to move forward, and after about a stick of incense, the sound of a carriage came from behind, and soon there was a sound. "Master...it's those few people I saw yesterday..."

Hearing this voice, Feng Chuge's footsteps froze slightly.

Come to think of it...they had been here for a long time, and they actually caught up with this group of people.

Just as Ling's voice disappeared, Lan Junqing jumped off the carriage from behind.

She widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Feng Chuge, "Sister Feng, it's really you! Oh, we are so destined!"

Lan Junqing ran forward while talking, stretched out her hand, and took Feng Chuge's hand.

Suddenly, she frowned, "Sister Feng, why are your hands so cold?"

Lan Junqing's eyes narrowed into a line with a smile, and that delicate face was filled with countless warmth at this moment.

But... Even so, Feng Chuge still avoided her without a trace.

"Miss Lan."

"Sister Feng, don't call me Miss Lan, I'm so unfamiliar, just call me Jun Qing!" Lan Junqing's voice was a bit sharp, but it didn't hurt to hear it.

The corners of Feng Chuge's lips curled slightly, noncommittal.

But... this title...

Sister Feng? Sister Feng?

Do you want to do this? ?

Before Feng Chuge could say anything else, Lan Junqing's voice sounded again, "Sister Feng, will you go with us this time? I see that your face is frighteningly pale. Are you sick?" Jun Qing noticed that Feng Chuge's complexion was not good.

In this short period of time, after two consecutive battles, Feng Chuge's spiritual power was consumed too much, and because of this, his face turned slightly pale.

After Lan Junqing finished speaking, she walked straight to the first carriage, "Brother, let's go together! Sister Feng looks sour..."

The car curtain was lifted again, revealing that monstrous face.

Lan Junao glanced at Feng Chuge.

When she saw the blood stains on Feng Chuge's lavender skirt, she frowned slightly.

Although Lan Junao has trouble with his legs and feet, his senses are particularly keen.

As early as just now, he had already noticed the bloody smell on Feng Chuge's body.

And this smell of blood matched the smell of the black corpses they encountered when they came.

Looking at Feng Chuge again, his eyes were a little more profound.

From yesterday's glance, he knew that this woman was not simple...