831 Knocking down the vinegar jar

    Nie Teng stood facing the horse and gazed at Feng Jiu, who was sitting on horseback. His expression changed as his eyes swept over the little boy in front of her.

    "What matter does it have with you?" Feng Jiu looked back at him and spoke with a chilly voice. "Get out of the way."

    "Where are you going? I'll see you off." "He said in a tense voice.

    "Thanks, no need to trouble you." After she finished speaking, she pulled the rein nudged at the horse's belly and passed him by.

    Watching them riding leisurely ahead, he stood still and quietly watching. When that figure finally disappeared from his line of sight, he revoked his gaze.

    "Master, do you want us to take her back?" A man in black suddenly appeared by his side. Nie Teng glanced over him after he uttered his words.

    The man in black was startled. He quickly lowered his head and retreated, not daring to look straight at Nie Teng's eyes. As he was retreating, at the corner of his eye, he saw Nie Teng on his sword following behind Feng Jiu.

    Seeing this, he was slightly shocked, but he could only keep up.

    On the main peak of the college, a white figure looking at the red-dressed woman riding a white horse gradually fading into the distance...

    As for Ouyang Xiu, he was defeated in the first battle because he couldn't even touch Feng Jiu's clothes and had to acknowledge her as his master. It made him very irritated and inspired his cultivation intent. He had intended to go back, but the defeat in this battle made him immerse himself in cultivation and didn't go back.

    "What do you think he's after? He's been with us all the way." Old White stepped forward and glanced back at Nie Teng who was far behind. The horse was extremely puzzled.

    The human mind was hard to understand. As the Crown Prince of Green Gallop Country, Nie Teng wanted to forcibly seize and marry his Mistress as a side concubine! The scene was bloody. It didn't expect that he would follow the Mistress again. It's unknown what he wanted to do.

    "Go on your path and don't care about other's affairs." Feng Jiu reached out and took out a piece of fruit from the space and handed it to Little Hell's Lord. "Here's for you to eat."

    The little guy closed his eyes and leaned against her bosom. Without even looking at it, he said, "I won't eat it."

    "Little boy, you're too picky." She didn't care. If he didn't eat it, she would eat it herself. But she noticed that the little guy in her bosom didn't stay calm. He either turned his head and moved around or he would adjust his sitting posture.

    "What happened? Are you uncomfortable? " She asked as she ate the fruit, putting one hand around his waist to prevent him from falling off the horse.

    "Why are you fooling around?" He suddenly opened his eyes and asked. His delicate little face was filled with distress.

    "Ah?" Feng Jiu was startled. "Fooling around? I didn't! " She didn't have that kind of spare time.

    "No? What's with this guy? And what about that gigolo? The way he's looking at you was fishy. " Like a husband who knocked over the vinegar jar, he did not let go at all.

    It's alright if he were a grown man. However, unfortunately, his appearance was a small child. The look on his face made one laugh.

    "You care too much about other people's business. Tell me, are you really only three or four years old?" Her eyes were full of doubt. She thought three or four-year-old children were smart, but couldn't possibly this smart?

    "Those people are eyesores."

    He frowned and spoke with pursed lips. When his face turned grim, Feng Jiu had the illusion that the child in front of him was that Hell's Lord.
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