Feng Xi'er couldn't bear it any longer and stood up quickly. She opened the door and walked out with a long stride. She reached Long Qi's room in a few steps. Through the door, the screams of the women became clearer and clearer. Feng Xi'er closed her eyes and took a deep breath. tone.
With a bang, Feng Xi'er raised her foot and kicked the door open hard.
This sudden scene shocked everyone in Long Qi's room, and they all stopped and looked at Feng Xi'er who was standing at the door.
When Long Qi heard the alarm, he took off the cloth covering his eyes and looked out the door.
The undisguised disgust in Feng Xi'er's eyes shocked Long Qi's heart. Does she have to look at him like this? But her eyes were full of disgust.
Standing outside the door, Feng Xi'er could smell the pungent smell of fragrant powder. Feng Xi'er subconsciously shook her head in disgust and had no good intentions towards Long Qi. She said with a cold face: "Seventh Prince, Feng Liu Happy, please go somewhere else. If you don’t rest, others have to rest. If you scream so loudly, how can others still sleep?”
Long Qi looked at the women around him and saw all the ugly postures on their faces. When playing hide and seek with these women, Long Qi jokingly warned them not to get carried away when they are greedy for happiness. Unexpectedly, these women would reveal their true colors after being teased by him casually.
Long Qi had not had much contact with women in the past and did not know much about women. During this time, he indulged and came into contact with all kinds of women. Their smiles full of temptation and desire made him feel terrible.
Long Qi knew that these women were obsessed with his handsomeness and identity. As long as he said a few words, these women would be eager to pounce on him and serve him. Long Qi has a mysophobia and is extremely indulgent. He will not really touch these women, and is limited to skin-to-skin contact. Long Qi feels uncomfortable. He obviously hates these women, but he is just as grudge-y as he is, and plays tricks with these women on the spot.
That day on the Qinghe Bridge, he deliberately kissed the dancer who teased him. He thought Feng Xi'er would be angry and disgusted, but when he saw Feng Xi'er's disappointed eyes, Long Qi regretted it. This was how he tortured himself, suffered and indulged himself.
Before Long Qi could say anything, the sexy dancer in bright red clothing standing closest to the door spoke first, squinting at Feng Xi'er with disdain, her delicate voice full of sarcasm: "Oh, you ugly girl has What qualifications do you have to speak of the Seventh Prince? You are so bold that you dare to kick open the door of the Seventh Prince's room and disturb the Seventh Prince's interest. You ugly girl, ten heads are not enough to cut off, and many people want to hear our screams. Here you go, it’s your honor to be heard by you.”
The sexy dancer thought Long Qi would appreciate and like her if she behaved like this, but she didn't see Long Qi's face gradually darken.
The pink-skirted dancer standing next to the sexy dancer echoed: "Huh, in my opinion, this ugly girl is trying to get her way, and she deliberately wants to attract the attention of the Seventh Prince."
The other dancers all agreed: "Yes, it must be so. You don't even look at yourself. You look so ugly. You can't just stay in the room, but you have the nerve to come out and scare people."
Feng Xi'er knew that arguing with these women would only affect her mood, so she immediately issued a final warning: "You sluts, listen up, if you make that slutty sound like a chicken crow again," Feng Xi'er warned. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth meaningfully, and said word by word: "I will really make you unable to be a woman... If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
Feng Xi'er didn't know what would happen if she got angry. In short, she had already warned these women.
"Tsk... you ugly girl, dare to scare us?" The plump dancer grabbed the tea cup on the table and smashed it towards Feng Xi'er's forehead.
Because the distance was too close, before Feng Xi'er had time to dodge, the teacup hit her on the forehead. The burn scar on her forehead was finally healed a little. With this powerful movement, the scar instantly disappeared. It was split, and there was blood stuck to the bangs.
The wound was smashed open, and more and more bloodshot eyes dripped into the corners of her eyes. Feng Xi'er's head felt numb, she bit her lip in pain, and stretched out her sleeves to wipe away the blood from the corners of her eyes.
The fact that a small tea cup caused her so much pain shows how much force the woman exerted.
And the dancers covered their mouths in gloating and laughed so proudly.
When Long Qi saw Feng Xi'er's forehead bleeding, he completely lost his mind. He rushed in front of the plump dancer, waved with all his strength, and slapped the plump dancer's breasts hard. On the face, the busty dancer was slapped to the ground. The five fingers were immediately visible on the face.
The plump dancer fell to the ground in embarrassment, covering her face in disbelief and looking up at Long Qi.
Long Qi's eyes could kill the plump dancer, and his whole body was filled with a storm of violence. He grabbed another teacup on the table and smashed it on the forehead of the plump dancer. The plump dancer covered her face in pain. Holding his forehead, he raised his head to look at Long Qi. His face turned pale with fright at Long Qi's violent expression.
The seventh prince is like this, even if he cuts her into pieces, he still won't be able to forgive his hatred.
"You dare to hurt her?" Long Qi asked one word at a time, looking into the eyes of the plump dancer, a strong murderous aura burst out. The plump dancer shook her head, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, trying to influence Long Qi with her beauty and weakness.
"I don't want to kill you now, get out..." Long Qi clenched his fists to suppress the strong murderous intention in his heart, and roared at the plump dancer. The plump dancer staggered up and ran away in embarrassment. The remaining dancers came into contact with Long Qi's cold and scary eyes, and the sensible ones followed the plump dancer and left in a hurry.
Oh my God, it turns out that the Seventh Prince looks like this when he is angry. It is really scary. It is a complete contrast to that gentle and elegant image.
The wound on her forehead seemed to have been smashed open, and the blood flowed non-stop. Bloodshot eyes dripped into the corners of her eyes. Feng Xi'er raised her face and kept wiping the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. Xiaodou rushed out and took out a handkerchief to stop Feng Xi'er from bleeding. Help Feng Xi'er into the house.
Long Qi wanted to catch up, but couldn't move forward. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
Long Qi remembered what Feng Xi'er said: Nothing good will happen if you meet Long Qi, the god of plague. Now that he thought about it carefully, Feng Xi'er had never been at peace with him. Maybe he was really her nemesis? Are he and her really incompatible and destined not to be together
Xiao Tudou helped Feng Xi'er take care of the wound. Seeing that the wound became more and more ferocious, Feng Xi'er couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Feng Xi'er patted Xiao Tudou on the shoulder comfortingly and said calmly: "It's okay, I don't care."
Xiaotuo sniffed sadly, knowing that nothing she said was of any use, but Xiaotuo also knew that the young lady was also a woman. No matter how thick-skinned and free-spirited, her self-esteem was very fragile, and she was hit and insulted one after another. , I say I don’t care, but I must feel uncomfortable in my heart.
Feng Xi'er really didn't care what those people said. It was undeniable that sensitive and fragile hearts would be unhappy, but Feng Xi'er didn't take it to heart. It was just that Feng Xi'er thought of an issue those people were discussing. She was disfigured and married to the Ghost King, a match made in heaven.
This is the most talked about topic among the gossips in the inn these days.