Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked casually, "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the young man raised his chin and said arrogantly, "You don't even know the little king? Let me tell you, the little king is Duan Ye, the tenth prince of Qing Kingdom."
"Oh, Duan Ye!" She responded casually, looked away and continued eating chicken.
Seeing this, the young man was annoyed: "You haven't told Xiao Wang what your name is!"
"It's not like you said it, so I have to say it."
The young man was startled, looking at the young man in astonishment. He wanted to get angry, but smelling the fragrance, he swallowed and asked, "What did you eat?" While speaking, he turned over and jumped off the Flame Lion and walked towards Fengjiu.
“Have you ever tried beggar’s chicken?” Seeing him coming over, Fengjiu tore off another chicken leg and handed it to him: “Here, try it.”
The boy looked at the chicken drumstick in his hand curiously, coughed lightly, and raised his chin: "Okay! Since you invited me to eat, I'll have a try!"
He took a bite and didn't look presentable. When the tender chicken entered his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Delicious!"
"Of course, how can my cooking not be delicious?" Fengjiu took out another pot of wine: "Would you like to drink?"
"Drink!" So, he sat down next to him, eating chicken, drinking wine and chatting.
"There's a barrier here, how did you get in?"
"I was here when you didn't set up the barrier."
"Then you are lucky to have met me, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get out."
“Hehehe…” Fengjiu chuckled and said nothing.
"Where are you from? Aren't you from the Imperial City of Qing?"
"No, I'm from the Seventh Class Country."
"Ah? A seventh-class country? That's a country with very little influence and power, but it's also far from here. How can you, a person from a seventh-class country, come here?"
"I'm here to find someone."
Hearing him say he was looking for someone, the boy asked, "Looking for someone? Have you found someone? Do you want Xiao Wang to help you?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and smiled meaningfully: "I found it, but I haven't figured out how to subdue him yet."
"That's easy." He raised his fist: "See, fists, fists are everything. If you want to subdue my brothers, just clench your fists and do it."
"Oh? Solve it with fists? That's not a good idea, right?" She touched her chin, but was considering his suggestion.
"Why not? They are just bullies who only care about the weak and the strong. If they don't obey, just beat them until they obey. How easy is that?" After he finished eating the chicken leg, he tore off a chicken wing and continued to gnaw on it.
Hearing this, Fengjiu stared at him with a half-smile, hiding the light in her eyes, and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing in this forest?"
"I'm playing the game of Ghost." The boy said, looking at Fengjiu: "Do you want to play with me? I'm a ghost. There are ten death row prisoners in this forest. I released them. As long as they hide from me, they have a chance to survive. Otherwise... Hehe."
Seeing the cruel look flashing in the boy's eyes, Fengjiu raised her eyebrows. This baby-faced boy was indeed just as the information said. He was not a harmless and simple boy.
However, if one was too naive and was born in a royal family, one would have died countless times.