Nie Teng stood in front of the horse and looked at Feng Jiu who was sitting on the horse. When his eyes swept across the face of the little boy in front of her, his expression moved slightly.
"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Jiu looked at him and said coldly, "Get out of the way."
"Where are you going? I'll take you there." He said in a stiff voice.
"Thank you, it's no trouble." As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled the reins, held the horse's belly, and walked past him.
Watching the person who was getting ahead riding away leisurely on his horse, he stood still and watched quietly until the figure disappeared from his sight, then he withdrew his gaze.
"Master, do you want us to take her back?" The man in black suddenly appeared and came to his side. Before he could say anything, he was glanced at by Nie Teng.
The man in black was startled and quickly lowered his head and backed away, not daring to look him in the eye. As he was backing away, he caught a glimpse of him flying on a sword, following Feng Jiu from a distance.
Seeing this, he was slightly stunned, but he had no choice but to follow.
On the main peak of the academy, a white figure watched from afar the figure in red riding a white horse gradually going away...
As for Ouyang Xiu, he was defeated in the battle before he even touched the corner of Feng Jiu's clothes, but he still had to recognize him as his master, which made him very angry and also stimulated his desire to practice. He originally planned to go back, but the tragic defeat in this battle made him bury himself in practice and he didn't even go back.
"What do you think he is going to do? He has been following us all the way." Lao Bai walked with his hooves padded, and looked back at Nie Teng who was following him from a distance, feeling very puzzled.
It is difficult to understand human thoughts. Nie Teng, as the prince of Qingteng, wanted to forcibly take his master as a concubine! That scene caused blood to splatter three feet. I didn't expect that he would follow his master like a ghost now. I really don't know what he wants to do.
"Go your own way, don't worry about anything else." Feng Jiu said, reaching out and taking out a fruit from the space and handing it to the little King of Hell beside him: "Here you go."
The little guy closed his eyes and leaned against her chest, without even looking at her, he said, "I don't want to eat."
"You little brat, you're quite picky." She didn't care. If he didn't eat, she would eat it herself. But the little guy in her arms was always restless, either turning his head or moving his body, or adjusting his sitting position.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable sitting?" She asked while eating fruit, with one hand around his waist to prevent him from falling off the horse.
"Why are you flirting with other girls all the time?" He asked, suddenly opening his eyes, his delicate little face full of unconcealable distress.
"Ah?" Fengjiu was stunned for a moment: "Flirting with other women? I don't!" How could she have the time for that
"No? Then why did this guy follow you? And what about that pretty boy? I think the way he looks at you is not right." He was like a jealous husband and would not let go.
However, it would be fine if he looked like an adult man, but he looked like a little kid. When you hear these words and look at the expression on his face, it's hard not to laugh.
"You're nosy! Tell me, are you really only three or four years old?" Her eyes were full of suspicion. She thought that even if three or four-year-old children were smarter, they couldn't be this smart, right
“Those people are an eyesore.”