The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

"Feng Ruchu! It turned out to be you? You bitch, you didn't die!"

When I was fighting with her just now, the distance was too far, and she was messed up all over her body. Feng Mo'er didn't even notice the face of the woman in front of her, but now, Feng Mo'er recognized her at a glance.

"I'm really guilty for ruining Feng Feier and Nangong Yan's plan!" Feng Ruchu did not apologize sincerely.

Feng Mo'er subconsciously yelled at the high platform: "Sister, prince, kill her, kill her soon, she is Feng..." Suddenly, Feng Mo'er stopped at this moment when she blurted out the words. She must not let everyone know her identity, otherwise, wouldn't the events of that night be exposed?

She must solve this **** quietly!

Thinking of this, Feng Moer immediately changed her words and said, "Daddy, kill her, quickly kill this cheap maid!"

Feng Zheng had no idea that his proud little daughter would be captured by a sacrificial slave. His furious and frustrated face turned black, and he sternly rebuked: "You mean maid, you can be chosen by the Lord. Sacrifice to the heavens, that is your blessing, you dare to resist?"

"Blessing?" Feng Ruchu really wanted to hehe his old face: "Since it is a blessing, then I will show mercy and let the blessing appointed by the Lord to the third lady. I think the third lady should be very happy to do it for the saint. Respect to go through the waters and fire, right?"

"I..." Feng Mo'er was speechless at the moment of routine. In the entire Canglan Continent, whoever the Lord wants to die, everyone has to say "Thanks to the Lord for God's grace." How dare you complain?

If she said no, it would be disrespectful to the Lord, if she said yes, it would be right in the arms of this humble servant...

Feng Zheng had already seen Feng Ruchu's intentions and sternly shouted: "You cheap maid, Mo'er is the jewel in my Feng family's palm, and a spiritualist who has broken through the Nascent Soul Stage. How can you be the only cheap maid able to On a par?"

auzw.com When Feng Ruchu heard this, he laughed, his slap-sized face was dirty and dirty, but he smiled extraordinarily openly: "Prime Minister Feng, does this mean your old face hurts? Yuan The infant-period spiritualist was used by one of my little slaves to hold the hairpin against the throat? It turns out that the primordial-period spiritualist’s ability is so vulnerable!"

"You cheap maid, you are absolutely rebellious!"

"I've never seen a arrogant slave like you, it's not a shame!"

"Outrageous, simply outrageous!"

On the high platform, the group was excited.

These words of Feng Ruchu obviously aroused public anger.

But she didn't take it at all, her face straightened, and angrily said, "Shut up all of you! I only give you two choices now."

"One, let me go; two, I killed her!"

To prove that what he said was true, Feng Ruchu drew a blood mark between Feng Mo'er's neck.

"This girl, if you kill Mo'er, you won't be able to escape." Amidst the sound of the crusade, Feng Feier's whispered softly, like a clear stream, her hands tightly held a white color. The handkerchief, biting his lips tightly, tears a little bit, not to mention how pitiful, delicate and touching.

"If you can't escape, then die together!" Feng Ruchu did not back down.

"Hey..." Feng Feier sighed softly, and Dou Da's tears fell pattering: "Why do you burn like this...or else, as long as you let Mo'er go, I can help you heal... "