There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 689 A Thousand Miles of Fatal Pursuit (6)
Feng Ling paused while roasting the roast chicken, glanced at Yang Churuo who was pale and had dry lips, and didn't speak.

Yang Churuo knew that he couldn't escape, and there was no place to escape, so he simply searched for the weeds around him, found a few wild flowers, picked them, and stuffed them directly into his mouth, and at the same time pulled out a few green and crisp weeds, and laid them down. Put it in your mouth and chew it.

Many people present looked at Yang Churuo one after another. They really didn't understand how she could eat those wild flowers and weeds with gusto.Is that what people eat?Pigs and dogs don't eat it, right?

Feng Ling's hand holding the water bag loosened instead.

He originally wanted Ah Ruo to give her food and water, but now it seems that she doesn't need it.

Turning his head, he looked at Yang Churuo picking weeds and flowers as if no one was around, eating with relish, his eyes were cold, as if he thought of something, and he was relieved, but a ray of heartache flashed past.

Although they are wild flowers and weeds that pigs and dogs don't eat, to her who has been trapped in Lanlingtai without food for seven years, they are already delicacies from mountains and seas.

Thinking of a year ago, in the ruined temple, she ate grass roots for three meals a day, and she could also chew the bitter and astringent grass roots with relish.

Yang Churuo's mouth was bitter and astringent.The past year, especially the past six months of pampered life, has made her somewhat unsuitable for these miserable days.Yang Churuo didn't want to die, and she didn't want to beg Fengling either. She didn't want to eat anything, as long as she could eat.

Although these things didn't have much moisture, they also relieved her burning throat and made her less uncomfortable.

Ah Ruo was stunned.

How hungry is she?How come you act like a starved ghost?
After a long, long time, Yang Churuo finally ate. Although she was still thirsty, she was already satisfied. She wiped her mouth, found a clean place, and closed her eyes, regardless of whether there were still people watching. Going to sleep straight away.

The corner of Ah Ruo's mouth twitched.

Does she not want to live?How dare you do this in front of your master?Isn't she afraid that her master will punish her?

All the servants couldn't help feeling sorry for Yang Churuo.I have been with my master for so long, have I never seen anyone dare to treat my master like this?Did she really think that the master would not dare to do anything to her because she was beautiful?
But after a while, Yang Churuo's even breathing came out, and everyone was even more shocked.

Was she really asleep?

I really don't want my life, I'm too brave.Feng Ling's expression instantly brightened.

In her eyes, is there still him?How brave is she?How dare she just ignore him.

With a "bang", Feng Ling directly put the roast chicken on the rack, got up, grabbed the clothes around Yang Churuo's waist, picked them up, and threw them to the grass beside him.

Yang Churuo was woken up and glared at Fengling angrily, her waist hurting from the fall.

"Who allowed you to sleep?" Feng Ling said coldly.

Yang Churuo sat on the ground slowly, and smiled sarcastically, "Do I still need your permission if I want to sleep? You just want to humiliate me, torture me, whatever you want, just come here, don't call me a weak woman I can't deal with a dozen of you big men, and I can't fight you alone."

"Hmm..." With a pair of big hands pinching his neck, Yang Churuo gasped for breath, his face flushed, and he stared at Fengling fearlessly, not caring about his methods at all.

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"If...if you want to kill me, do you still need...do you need to be so troublesome?" In just one sentence, Yang Churuo almost exhausted all his strength, with a delicate little face, blue and purple, and he might suffocate at any time and died.

(End of this chapter)