Chapter 1087 Did I owe you a bad girl in my previous life?
"...Uncle Nine Emperors?" Seeing Feng Dingchu here was indeed beyond Feng Yexuan's expectations.
As for the person on the top of the tent, he didn't need to see who it was.
The familiar feeling is imprinted in my heart.
I just don’t know why they appear together?
Feng Dingchu took two steps forward and was in front of Feng Yexuan in an instant.
Suddenly he raised his fist and punched Feng Yexuan on the bridge of his nose.
"ah!"
Chu Qianli, who was sitting on the top of the tent, was startled. Following the solid impact of the punch, he let out a low scream.
Uncle Ninth...Uncle Ninth really beat Prince Xuan!
Without any vitality, just such a punch, really! Hardly! Hit Feng Yexuan in the face!
Prince Xuan probably didn't expect that Feng Dingchu would take action against him, and his body-protecting Qi didn't have time to gather at all.
He didn't have any precautions against Feng Dingchu. He trusted his Nine Emperors Uncle so much!
Even Chu Qianli could see this clearly.
A heavy punch fell, and Feng Yexuan's eyes went black. His tall body was caught off guard and fell to the chair.
Feng Dingchu wasn't done yet, so he grabbed his collar and picked him up.
From this angle, Chu Qianli could clearly see that Prince Xuan had a nosebleed!
"Uncle Nine Emperors..."
What greeted this call was still Feng Dingchu's punch.
Feng Yexuan did not dodge, but forcefully received the punch with his handsome face.
Such a heavy force and such a loud impact made Chu Qianli feel pain.
I didn’t expect that Uncle Jiu would strike so hard!
Feng Yexuan stopped talking and looked at Feng Dingchu.
The third punch also landed on the bridge of his nose.
Fortunately, Prince Xuan's face is genuine and not a single part is artificially made.
Otherwise, it would be strange if Uncle Jiu's attack didn't distort his nose and mouth.
Finally, Feng Dingchu let him go.
Without saying anything, he jumped up, held Chu Qianli on his arm again, and left.
Come without a trace, go without a trace.
From the camp where Prince Xuan's team set up camp, back to Chu Qianli's dormitory at the post station, the distance was a bit long, but the time was short.
It seemed like it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Until she sat on the chair, Chu Qianli was still a little unable to react. She raised her head and stared blankly at the man standing in front of her, unable to look away.
His expression was indescribably complicated.
But it seemed like he had no expression at all.
Completely stunned.
Prince Xuan was beaten very badly, but he could not fight back.
Because, he is his Nine Emperors Uncle.
"How?" Feng Dingchu bent over, looked at the dumbfounded girl, and blinked: "Have you relieved yourself?"
"Uncle Jiu." Chu Qianli called hoarsely.
Feng Dingchu's beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly: "You couldn't tell me that you wanted to cry, right? I've never seen your girl cry..."
"Woo..."
Now, let him really see it.
Chu Qianli hugged his arm, buried her face in his clothes, and started crying.
This girl doesn't like to cry, but at this moment, she was crying very desperately.
His thin body was trembling slightly, and he didn't cry loudly because he didn't want to attract the attention of the guards around him.
Small, gently, sobbing and crying.
Depressed, yet want to indulge.
A kind of unbearable sadness, from despair, I gradually found a little hope.
It was the first time Feng Dingchu saw her cry.
I feel like I have a headache in my heart.
When a person who is too stubborn cries, it is really sad.
He raised his hand, and after a long time, it landed on her head and rubbed it gently.
"I...did I owe you, a bad girl, in my previous life?"
Suddenly he picked her up, jumped out from the window sill, and was gone in an instant.
