Fuling saw that the princess could not be persuaded, so she urged her: "Princess, you must wait for me to come back. Don't leave, just stay where you are."
Turning back in two steps, Feng Wu waved his hand towards her: "Go quickly, I will stay where I am and won't wander around."
Then he walked forward quickly, looking back from time to time, but in the end he couldn't see his figure.
Feng Wu stood there with his arms folded and shook. He looked around. It was pitch black. Hearing any movement, he would look at the place where Fuling disappeared from time to time and shout: "Fu Ling, is that you, Fuling?"
For a short while in the dark night, it felt like a very long time. Feng Wu began to feel a little anxious. From time to time, he would hear movement in the grass around him and would call out twice. Then no one would answer. Only the candle in his hand was flickering in the surrounding wind.
It seemed to be responding to her when it blew.
There was movement in the grass ahead. Feng Wu suddenly raised his head and looked at it with vigilance: "What's playing tricks there?"
There was no movement, Feng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he put his heart in his stomach, a figure slowly walked out.
Feng Wu was so frightened that the candle in his hand suddenly fell to the ground and went out.
It was completely silent now. It was really dark all around. Only the faint moonlight could lend a little light. Feng Wu's voice was trembling: "Who are you? Don't come here. I tell you, I am a princess. You, you
Don't come over."
After saying that, he took a few symbolic steps back, then took advantage of the moonlight to retreat and ran forward. After running for a while, he stopped and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was catching up.
He glanced back, raised the corners of his mouth, and when he turned around, he returned to his frightened look. He patted his chest when he saw that no one had survived.
"Princess." A male voice suddenly sounded behind Feng Wu. He stretched out his hand to hug Feng Wu's waist, but Feng Wu stumbled forward slightly and dodged.
He turned around and looked at the person holding the fire certificate, his eyes widened: "Wolf, Wolf."
Lang Er looked at Feng Wu anxiously, and licked his thick, rough, chapped lips. It was really disgusting to look at him: "Princess, aren't you very noble? Look at the way you are running around in embarrassment.
There is still a little bit of nobility at all.”
"What are you going to do? Even if you don't care about the title of Princess Feng, I'm still the concubine of Heshuo in the Northern Kingdom." Feng Wu's face no longer looked scared, but had a calm expression.
As if he had heard some big joke, Lang Er burst out laughing, his eyes scanning Feng Wu's body: "Prince Concubine, this is simply the funniest joke I have ever heard, that monster.
"
His tone was very disdainful, and he looked at Feng Wu: "He is just a monster. If you follow him, you will not enjoy the paradise world. Why don't I let you experience it in advance first."
Feng Wu tilted his head and looked at Lang Er, and suddenly laughed: "I would like to remind you, do you see anything special around here?"
Lang Er was already possessed by the demon of lust and looked at Feng Wu: "Of course it's special. You ran here by yourself, just carrying them on your back. No one will notice what I do to you."
With that said, he walked towards Feng Wu.
Feng Wu looked at him with pity in his eyes, watching his pressing steps step by step, without any fear at all: "Do you know? It has been a long time since anyone dared to speak like this in front of me. You are the first one to have no rules.
He is arrogant, he is obviously just a little guard, but he still thinks that he is the master. As a master, I really can't stand it."