"ah!"
He was caught off guard by her punch, which hit him directly in the eye. He cried out in pain and quickly stepped back, covering his eyes with one hand.
"Miss, why are you hitting someone?"
Feng Jiu smiled wickedly: "Didn't you solve it with fists? Since you came to me on your own and I'm itching to do something, I'll use you as a practice." As soon as she finished speaking, she flashed forward again.
Seeing this, the man in blue robe let go of her hand and said, "In that case, don't blame me for being rude, young lady!" This time, he did not dodge, but stepped forward and swung his fist at her fiercely.
However, he did not expect that his attacking hand was grabbed by her with one hand, and he fought with her with the other hand. The sound of fists colliding could be heard, accompanied by his occasional cries of pain. He was not paying attention and felt that his whole body was suddenly lifted up, thrown down and pressed to the ground.
"Bang!"
"Um!"
The sound of a heavy fall was accompanied by a muffled groan. He was pinned to the ground. He didn't know where she pinched his hand, but he was held there limply. Before he could catch his breath, he saw another fist coming towards him. He was so frightened that he shouted, "Don't hit my face!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Ah! Why do you always slap me in the face? Stop slapping me in the face! Stop slapping me in the face! Ah..."
The guards who heard the noise thought something had happened and rushed over to see what was happening. Unexpectedly, they saw that the Phoenix Guard was pinned to the ground and beaten by the eldest lady. For a moment, their eyes widened in disbelief.
How could the eldest lady beat Feng Wei? Was it Feng Wei who let her go
"Hmm! My stomach! Ah! Stop, stop hitting me, Master, Master, Master, stop hitting me, I give in..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw her knee that was half pressing on his stomach finally lifted up. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his whole body. But just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was caught off guard, a fist hit him hard in the stomach, making his whole body bend like a cooked shrimp, and his face flushed as he held his breath.
"I already called you master... why are you still hitting me..."
Fengjiu stood up, brushed her clothes, and looked at the man curled up on the ground with a bruised face and nose, smiling, and said: "The master taught you this last punch. Don't let your guard down until the danger is over. You will remember the lesson only if you feel the pain."
Looking at the figure who clapped his hands and walked into the room, he hissed, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, stood up, and limped back.
When the other men saw the man limping in, they were all surprised. One of them came forward and asked curiously, "What's going on? How come you came back with a bruised face after going out for a walk?"
"Who beat you? Besides the old man and the patriarch, is there anyone else in this mansion who could beat you like this?"
"Hiss! Can you please stop asking? Can't you see that I'm covered in wounds? Quick, help me sit down. It hurts so much."
He grabbed the hand of the man next to him and put all his strength towards him, saying, "I made a great sacrifice today, but it was worth it."
"What's going on?"
Several people gathered around him and watched. Seeing that his handsome face, which he usually cared about the most, was beaten into a pig's head, some people couldn't help laughing out loud.