"Brother Jue, please ignore that witch Feng Xingying, she is the best at deceiving people."
Feng Yuelu panicked and leaned against Ji Jue semi-softly, but she was too guilty to look up into Feng Xingying's eyes.
Everyone in the Feilong Adventure Group was so angry that they were gnashing their teeth. This bitch knew that the boss was going to trade his life for hers, so she still had the nerve to scream
The spirit beast cat in Ji Jue's arms raised its claws again, wanting to give Feng Yuelu a hard blow.
Fortunately, Ji Jue acted quickly and stopped Steamed Bun's violence in time.
This cat…
It is usually quite docile and has never touched anyone. Even when its owner is fighting, it is too lazy to use its paws to help.
Why is such a lazy cat so hostile to Feng Yuelu
Ji Jue also felt strange, but had no time to think about it.
Feng Xingying and Cold King Qin Molin would not give up so easily.
In order to save Feng Yuelu and not to harm his brothers, he had to give his life back to her.
I just feel sorry for the steamed buns.
Ji Jue's slender fingers moved from Steamed Bun's snow-white and soft forehead, auricles to the body, and then to the tail.
Originally, every time he stroked it like this, Mantou would squint his eyes and make a satisfied meow.
Only this time, Mantou was unusually quiet, as if he felt something.
Steamed Bun's body was several times larger than that of an average cat. He was already as big as a little leopard, and much fatter than a little leopard. His whole body was covered with meat, and there was a layer of long white hair outside the meat, which made him look even fatter.
What a spiritual beast, he actually developed it into the form of a pillow.
Ji Jue also smiled self-deprecatingly. When he smiled, he was really full of charm.
For the last time, he glanced at the bun reluctantly, took a deep breath, and handed her to Feng Xingying cruelly:
"Young lady, you don't have a spirit beast yet, do you? Although the steamed bun is a bit greedy, it is also a sixth-level spirit beast. It just hasn't grown up yet."
She's so fat before she even grows up...
Feng Xingying squinted his eyes and didn't answer.
Is he going to trade his spiritual beast for Feng Yuelu's life
"Don't get me wrong, girl. Without me, the steamed bun may starve to death. I wouldn't worry if it were given to someone else. I just think the girl likes it, so I will give the steamed bun to you. I hope you can treat it well after I die."
As for Miss Yuelu, my life should be able to compensate for her fault? From now on, Ji can no longer control it. "
It seems that this person is really planning to sacrifice his life for Feng Yuelu
Before dying, he could still take care of his spiritual beast, which was considered a sign of friendship.
The white cat narrowed its eyes and gave a reluctant "meow". Its round body struggled in Ji Jue's hand, as if it wanted to prevent its owner from sending it out.
Feng Xingying still didn't take the call.
"Do you dislike it?" Ji Jue looked incredulous.
If his spiritual beast were auctioned, he would probably be able to get a city back.
This little girl actually dislikes steamed buns
"Too fat, I can't afford it." Feng Xingying said simply.
“…”
Ji Jue and Mantou were speechless at the same time.
This reason is true.
Especially the steamed bun, which retracted its round head into its round belly in grievance and covered its head with its little paws. It was really a big white ball.
Does anyone believe that it is not fat
Qin Molin stroked a strand of Feng Xingying's hair with a doting look on his face and said boldly:
"I, Qin Molin's woman, still need someone to give me a spiritual beast?"
"When did I become your woman?!" Feng Xingying almost ran away.
For the sake of saving her, he still didn't say this.
There are so many people, barely giving him some face, huh!