"Hand him over to me!"
The cold voice contained the powerful pressure of a cultivator. Once it was heard, the air was shrouded in a strong aura, making it difficult for people to breathe. Some people without cultivation gradually turned pale under the invisible pressure, and even squatted down and couldn't stand steadily.
The complexions of some who had cultivated themselves were not very good either, but they could still hold on. However, cold sweat was oozing out of their foreheads, and the blood in their bodies was churning. They were terrified by the powerful pressure and aura that emanated from that light sentence.
At this moment, everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw two gray figures riding flying swords and flying in the air with their hands behind their backs. They landed steadily on the ground in front of the gate of Feng Mansion and stood in front of Miss Feng.
Two old men stood with their hands behind their backs, dressed in grey, with their hair tied up without a single black strand. Perhaps it was because of their own rank and cultivation, there was not a single wrinkle on their faces. However, from their old voices and their heads full of white hair, it could be seen that these two men were at least a hundred years old.
This was the first time the two men saw the woman named Feng Qingge, a woman favored by their prince. It was undeniable that this woman was indeed stunningly beautiful. However, what made her so attractive was not her stunning face, but her temperament.
The self-confidence that emanates from her bones carries with it an innate dignity, and there is even a hint of devilish charm in her laziness. Her red dress is dazzling and flamboyant, devilish and unbridled. With this kind of temperament and aura and stunning face, she is indeed extremely beautiful. Even if you only take a glance at her, it would be hard to forget her.
Even in their Qingteng country, there is probably no woman who can be compared with her. No wonder, their prince couldn't let her go after meeting her only once, and even wanted to take her as a concubine. He even came to this ninth-level small country from Qingteng country in person just to bring this woman back personally.
Seeing that this woman would be their prince's concubine, the two old men relaxed their expressions, their pressure subsided slightly, and their old voices came out with a sharp tone: "Miss Feng, your men beat up our prince, do you want to let it go? You'd better hand them over, otherwise, even if you become his concubine, we will not be polite to you!"
Hearing this, Fengjiu glanced at them with a strange expression: "What do you mean by becoming your Highness's concubine? When did I agree to it? Don't talk nonsense and ruin my reputation."
The two old men frowned upon hearing this: "Didn't your king tell you? We have already sent people here. Our Highness came here specifically to take you away. To be our Highness's woman, you have earned the blessing of several lifetimes!"
"hehe… "
She chuckled and glanced at the two of them: "Luck? Then you should leave it to others! I am not interested in this kind of luck." She looked at the general who retreated to the side, raised her eyebrows, and said in a clear voice: "Why don't you get out? Do you really want us to do it?"
Perhaps seeing the two old men coming, the general became more confident. He raised his chin and glared at them proudly, "Miss Feng, you should..."