Qiao Mu frowned slightly, "No matter what, he has lied to you for more than ten years."
Feng Jiuer pushed Qiao Mu gently and said with a smile: "When did you become so verbose?
If you have time, take care of your own affairs first."
"I?"
Qiao Mu's eyes flickered and he shifted his gaze, "I'm fine, there's nothing to deal with."
"Really?"
Feng Jiuer looked at Qiao Mu's side face and felt a little heartbroken.
Is God too cruel to this guy?
For the sake of the person I admired, I became my rival in love, and finally met the one I liked again, only to have to part ways again in the blink of an eye.
"Every step we take, the distance between you and him grows further."
"If we really manage to escape back to Beimu Country this time, you and him... don't know when we will see each other again. Aren't you sad?"
"Feng Jiu'er, don't be so annoying, okay?"
Qiao Mu turned around and glanced at Feng Jiu'er, with a look of complaint on his face.
"How hard is it for me to pretend that nothing happened, but you reminded me to be sad."
"I, it's too difficult for me!"
With a cold snort, Qiao Mu had already lost face even before he could throw Feng Jiuer away.
However, this little girl suddenly became so powerful, and Qiao Mu knew that he was no longer her opponent.
"If he hadn't been controlled by my father... His Majesty the Phoenix Clan, I might have suggested that you stay. After all, it's not easy to meet someone you like."
"Why did you become Your Majesty of the Phoenix Clan? Aren't you the princess of the Feng Clan?
Everyone says so, is there any truth to it?"
Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows.
"Besides, am I a person who values sex over friends?
cut!"
"You're not!"
Feng Jiuer patted Qiao Mu's shoulder gently, looked up at her, and smiled a bit evilly.
"Qiao Mu, I noticed that you have grown taller again, but your brain still hasn't grown."
"Feng Jiu'er, what do you mean?
You are short, and you still say that others have no brains?"
Qiao Mu pushed Feng Jiuer's hand away and turned to look at the bright moon in the sky.
Who says she's not sad?
She was so sad that she should lie down on the ground and cry bitterly?
Childish! "This is the first time in my life that I, Feng Jiuer, have met someone who fights for his love rival. Miss Qiao, you are not very smart."
Feng Jiuer moved forward and reached out to put his hand on Qiao Mu's other shoulder, but found that the height difference was really big, so he had no choice but to give up.
"I think I am the princess of the Phoenix clan, but I don't think Feng Qiongcang is my father. It's as simple as that."
"Sometimes, I'll explain it to you later, I haven't fully understood it yet."
"Don't say anything you can't say, lest it bring disaster to my life. There are more than one or two beautiful men in this world. I don't believe it. I can't catch any of them."
Two picturesque men came face to face, and Qiao Mu greeted them happily.
"Jianyi, what did you find to eat?"
Looking at this pretending to be relaxed, Feng Jiuer shook her head and followed up.
With Jianyi here, finding something to eat won't be a problem.
Soon, the fragrant smell of meat porridge spread in the cave.
Feng Jiuer served a bowl of porridge at Xue Gu's place. She looked back at the two people not far away, one on the left and one on the right, feeling a bit headache.
After coughing lightly, she bravely walked towards Fengli.
"father."
Feng Jiu'er sat down next to Feng Li and didn't forget to glance at the man sitting cross-legged not far away with his eyes closed.
But unexpectedly, a certain man opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him.
Facing Lord Ninth Prince's unclear look, Feng Jiuer looked away with a guilty conscience.
"Dad, eat some porridge."
When Feng Jiuer came over, Feng Li had already woken up and sat up.
"I'll do it."
Feng Li stretched out his big palm and took the porridge from Feng Jiu'er's hand.
"Jiu'er, you should also eat more. You've lost weight in the past two days."
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded with a smile and stood up, "Aunt Xue, is there any more porridge?"
It doesn't matter whether she is hungry or not, the most important thing is that a certain man seems to be quite interested in today's meat porridge.
Mu Mu brought a piece of roast chicken over, but was rejected. He was not angry, sat down, and began to taste it.
Taking the second bowl of porridge from Xue Gu's hand, Feng Jiuer stood up and looked back at Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, would you like some porridge?
The porridge made by Xuegu is good."
A certain woman looked at the cold man knowingly.
"Um."
A certain man nodded pretending to be cold and arrogant.
Feng Jiuer smiled somewhat reluctantly and walked towards Zhan Qingcheng.
She knew a long time ago that she couldn't care less about Uncle Nine Emperors' temperament.
Sitting down next to Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Jiuer scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge and blew on it a few times.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, it's ready."
She raised her head and looked at him with a smile.
Zhan Qingcheng stepped up his legs and seemed to be sitting casually, but he actually took the most charming posture in the world.
A face that is as beautiful as any other, 360 degrees flawless, not only beautiful, but beautiful.
This figure is definitely comparable to that of an international super model, and her legs are even taller than the sitting Feng Jiu'er.
Glancing at these long legs, Feng Jiuer let out a sigh.
Tsk tsk... This man really shouldn't be too perfect! Zhan Qingcheng coughed lightly, and Feng Jiuer suddenly regained consciousness.
Swallowing hard, she wasn't sure if it had spilled just now.
In the future, if the situation is not very suitable, you really shouldn't get too close to the Nine Emperors Uncle.
She could easily be intoxicated just by smelling his unique fragrance.
Uncle Nine Emperors is poisonous, so keep away from strangers! "Try it!"
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and said.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and put the spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
Is it possible that someone else here poisoned him?
Many times, she really didn't understand what Uncle Nine Emperors was thinking.
She hasn't asked him yet, who is the nun that day?
He was obviously there when he left the Night King's Mansion yesterday, but he never appeared again after that.
Although it was just a one-time encounter, Feng Jiuer was still certain that the person who met her mother on the roof that night was this nun.
He looks very mysterious, but with his face so damaged and not even wearing a veil, it is indeed not something ordinary people can do.
Thinking about something in her mind, Feng Jiuer ate several mouthfuls of porridge before she realized what she was doing.
She raised her eyes and looked at the person next to her again, and smiled a little sheepishly.
"Sorry! It tasted so good that I didn't notice it for a while."
"You have eaten it, but I will not eat it."
Zhan Qingcheng said something coldly.
Feng Jiuer looked at the man in front of her with black lines on her head, unable to say a word.
If you don't like it, then don't eat it! After giving Zhan Qingcheng a blank look, Feng Jiuer finished the porridge in the bowl in two or two.
After traveling all day and night, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and my stomach is suffering. It is rare to eat hot porridge. How can Feng Jiuer still have the time to care about it?
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up and wanted to go over and order something delicious, that cold voice sounded in her ears again.
