Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

Chapter 7: Who is the little bastard?

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When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, he saw the doctor shaking his head helplessly:

"Fifth Miss's injury was caused by someone injecting fire spirit power. Ordinary medicine may only heal the wound, but cannot remove the scar. Unless you can get a Tianjing Jade Pill. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Feng Yuelu said anxiously: "I don't care, you are a doctor, you must cure me."

"It's not that I didn't try my best. Without the Tianjing Jade Pill, it would be difficult for the gods to save him. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

"What about my face?" Feng Yuelu's eyes showed deep resentment.

Feng Yuelu didn't know that she was injured by her spiritual power. If she didn't have the Jade Beauty Pill, which is hard to find for gods, she would have been disfigured for the rest of her life. She had calculated exactly this when she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

No, she is not reconciled, she does not believe it.

She is still a third-level spiritual person. Yesterday, she was only attacked by Feng Xingying in the main room and did not have time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find her place.

Now that she has broken her skin, it's either you die or I live, so she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister.

Star Phoenix Garden.

"Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out of here!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of anger.

Feng Xingying's mouth twitched slightly and he opened the door.

What greeted her was a black soft leather whip, which struck Feng Xingying directly in the face.

Like a nimble civet cat, Feng Xingying dodged to the side, and the whip hit the delicate wooden door, making a harsh clicking sound.

"You little bastard, how dare you hide?!" Feng Yuelu was furious, showing his fierceness, waving his whip and trying to charge forward again.

Feng Xingying was the most timid in the past, but Feng Yuelu could see clearly that every time Feng Yuexian whipped her, she became more obedient.

She had been pretending to be a good person for so long, and now she wanted to learn how to whip someone with a whip. Feng Xingying was a loser anyway, so it would be a good idea to whip her to vent her anger while her grandmother was away.

Feng Yuelu didn't hold back at all, she wanted to smash Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying raised his hand and snatched Feng Yuelu's whip out of the air.

Feng Yuelu couldn't pull out this whip.

Because at this moment she was covering her right wrist and screaming, and the whip was nestled in Feng Xingying's hand.

Feng Yuelu didn't even understand what happened, but her wrist had already been slapped.

Feng Xingying held the whip in his hand and looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"You little bastard, how dare you!" Feng Yuelu saw that Feng Xingying was still going to take action, so she shouted sternly: "How dare you, a loser like you, touch me?"

"Snapped!"

Feng Xingying whipped down, accompanied by Feng Yuelu's wailing scream.

"Who are you talking about, little bastard?" Feng Xingying whipped him again.

"You, you still dare to hit me? Ah!"

"Let me ask you again, who are you calling a bastard?" Feng Xingying just slapped her head and face. "Is it fun to smoke people? I think it's average."

Feng Yuelu was in severe pain and wanted to hide.

But for some reason, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes. Every blow landed on the painful spot, but none of it landed on the hand, face or other places that could be seen at a glance.

She is a third-level spiritual person, different from ordinary people. Even the spiritual beings who have just joined us have abilities that are much stronger than ordinary people because they can communicate with the power of elements for their own use.

However, Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spiritual power that she was good at, but she felt that the spiritual energy all over her body had collapsed and she could not summon it at all.

One whip, two whips, three whips...

"Tell me, who is the little bastard?" Feng Xingying whipped him a few times and asked patiently.

At first, Feng Yuelu was tough, and then she was slapped into silence, but Feng Xingying had no intention of letting her go.

If this continues, she will be beaten to death!

Feng Yuelu was in unbearable pain all over her body. Under Feng Xingying's questioning, she had to respond hastily: "I, it's me."

"How are you? I can't hear you clearly."