Only when everyone gathered in front of her did Feng Xingying speak.
"One marrow cleansing pill, just exchange it, not sell it."
"What do you want to change, girl?" someone immediately responded.
"A person, my maid, her name is Yunxiang." Feng Xingying knew that Feng Yuelu came prepared. Could it be that there was nothing she could do about it
"Is there a portrait?"
"Yes." Feng Xingying took out the portrait she had prepared. The simple drawing she used showed Yunxiang's appearance, features and charm.
Looking at Yun Xiang with a silly smile on her face in the painting, as if she was calling 'Miss', Feng Xingying felt heartbroken.
Although Yunxiang was an orphan she picked up from the roadside when she was a child, she had always been very loyal. She suffered a lot with her incompetent original owner and was often bullied by other slaves of the Feng family.
But she had never blamed Feng Xingying. After Feng Xingying disappeared, Yunxiang was the only one in the huge Feng family who was worried about her except for her grandma who was out on business.
The moment she was held by Yun Xiang, Feng Xingying's cold heart recognized her as a relative, not a servant.
Not to mention a marrow-cleansing pill, Feng Xingying was willing to give up all her pills in exchange for Yun Xiang's life.
Feng Xingying has a very accurate control over people's hearts. A marrow-cleansing pill is enough to make a small adventure group work for her.
She didn't think Yue Lu's power could defeat an adventure group.
Unexpectedly, after Yunxiang's portrait was unfolded, these adventurers shook their heads and left one by one, as if they had seen a ghost.
In front of Feng Xingying, there was only a deserted wooden sign, and it was suddenly empty
Feng Xingying's eyes narrowed.
It seems that this time, she underestimated Feng Yuelu's methods.
What kind of backer could she find
The force that can make all adventurers afraid is probably not simple. At least Nangong Chu, the dignified prince of Dali Kingdom, couldn't do it.
Feng Xingying was not impatient and just continued to wait quietly.
Since Feng Yuelu left a letter to invite her, she would definitely show up.
"Bah bang bang."
The person who was supposed to come finally came.
He was sitting in a wheelchair dressed in red, with long hair hanging down his waist, beautiful facial features, a hint of enchantment in the slightly raised corners of his lips, and a face that was even more beautiful than Feng Xingying's.
The only thing that didn't match his temperament was the fat, snow-white cat in his arms. Thanks to Feng Xingying's excellent medical skills, he was able to recognize that it was a cat.
This cat has reached a certain level of fatness. It is bigger than the average little leopard. It is all white and pure. It curls up in a ball on the lap of the man in red, and it really looks like a big pillow.
Behind him, the person pushing the wheelchair was none other than Feng Yuelu, who had a smug look on his face.
Feng Yuelu did not wear a veil, and her face that was forcibly destroyed by Feng Xingying had completely recovered.
She must not have the same extraordinary medical skills as Feng Xingying. The only explanation is - Tianjing Jade Pill!
The man looked Feng Xingying up and down with murderous intent in his eyes.
Feng Xingying also looked at him, but he was recalling in his mind, why does this person look so familiar
"Did you destroy Lu'er's face?" His voice was very gentle, clearly meant to accuse, but it was like a gentle gust of wind.
"So what?" Feng Xingying raised his eyebrows.
"Did you know that she belongs to me, Ji Jue? If you dare to touch me, have you thought about how to die?"
Feng Xingying didn't answer, just stared at him quietly.
He is very strong, very powerful, and his prestige among adventurers is obviously very strong.
"Brother Jue, you have to make the decision for me. Feng Xingying always bullies me in the Feng family because of her beauty. Look, she whipped me! I have wounds all over my body.
If I hadn't met Brother Jue, no one would have known that I was killed by her. "
Feng Yuelu's eyes were full of mist, and she lifted up a sleeve, revealing half of her forearm, showing an exaggerated whip mark.
Feng Xingying shook his head helplessly, his acting skills were too poor.
After so many days, with Feng Yuelu's spiritual constitution, the whip was nothing more than a flesh wound, and no scars would be left in two days. Can you still stay until now
Even if she pretends that she can't be more dedicated, how difficult is it to get a real whip mark
He actually used potion to wipe out the whip marks... Anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance, okay