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

"What did you say? Superficial?!" Being ridiculed by a child, Yan Qing couldn't help but raise his voice a bit.

Ah Chen glanced at Yan Qing, too lazy to answer Yan Qing's words.

He raised his eyes, "My lady, go back quickly, I'm almost starving to death."

Feng Chuge, who was still applauding Ah Chen's words just now from the bottom of her heart, squatted down slightly, pinched Ah Chen's face lightly, "Okay, go back."

A few people crossed Yan Qing and continued to go north.

When passing by, Yan Qing suddenly turned her head. "stop!!"

Feng Chuge and the others ignored Yan Qing at all, and just continued walking.

Yan Qing was furious.

"I told you to stop!!"

Around her whole body, a strong air current rose, rushing towards this group of people.

Sensing the movement behind him, Feng Chuge's footsteps finally froze slightly.

Narrowing her eyes, just when Yan Qing was about to move, Feng Chuge's whole body suddenly moved...

The speed was so fast that Yan Qing never recovered.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Feng Chuge's body suddenly moved over, grabbing Yan Qing's throat.

When Yan Qing came back to her senses, she felt a coldness around her neck.

"Senior Sister Yan Qing, you still want to continue playing?" Feng Chuge's lips raised slightly, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Those dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, one glance would make one shudder.

"You...you..." Yan Qing finally sensed something when the monstrous aura came oppressively.

There was a bit of disbelief in her eyes, and even a bit of panic.

"You advanced?!"

"Senior Sister Yan Qing has good eyes..." Feng Chuge continued to smile, but the chill in his eyes became more and more profound. "Senior Sister Yan Qing doesn't know, does she? Yesterday, in this place, Qian Ba ​​died—"

Yan Qing's body trembled suddenly.

Yan Qing could clearly see the scene last night.

She knew that with Feng Chuge's temper, she would definitely dare to kill herself! !

With a trembling body, Yan Qing finally said tremblingly, "You...you dare not touch me. I'm from Tiandifu, if you touch me, you won't be able to have a good life..."

Yan Qing's words made Feng Chuge's impression of Tiandifu even worse.

She sneered, "Tiandi Mansion, sounds awesome? But, Senior Sister Yan Qing, you are from Tiandi Mansion, you are not even as good as a class 7 in Yuntian College, you are really shameful!"

"Miss... let's stop fussing with superficial women. We lose our identity by fussing with such people." Feng Chuge wanted to say something, but Achen's voice came from behind him.

Feng Chuge looked over, only to see Achen looking at him with puckered lips.

Feng Chuge shook his head and smiled lightly.

How could she not know that Ah Chen wanted to prevent her from killing Yan Qing.

However, right now she really won't kill Yan Qing. As I said before, killing her is nothing more than causing trouble for myself.

Everything that happened last night made her deeply understand that her own strength is far from enough.

If he really killed Yan Qing, he might be in trouble in the future.

Feng Chuge withdrew the hand that was pinching Yan Qing's neck. "Senior sister, you'd better settle down in the future, otherwise, you know..."

Yan Qing was stunned for a few hints of sinister words.

When she came back to her senses again, she saw that Feng Chuge's group had already turned around and walked north.

Unwilling——

resentment--

Killing intent——

The expression on Yan Qing's face was ever-changing, until finally, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked in another direction.

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