Chapter 8 I'm a Little Bastard!

"I'm a little bastard!"

Fengyue was heartbroken, and finally agreed.

When Feng Yuelu was beaten so badly, she said it three or five times in a row.

"I'm a little bastard. Big sister, I was wrong. I was a little bastard. I knew I was wrong, and I won't dare to offend you in the future."

Feng Xingying was holding the whip, like a queen descending, looking down at her face with the word 'slut' written on it:

"My father is the eldest master of the Feng family, and your Majesty's first-class loyal and brave marquis. My mother is a first-class wife. She was a successful escort and was awarded the second-class lady. Xingying was born noble and has no connection with the word hybrid.

It's Feng Yuelu, you, a bastard born to an unnamed and innocent girl, is really a bastard, is it so difficult to tell the truth? Do you want me to slap you before you speak?

I feel ashamed at the thought of being a sister to a bastard.

A few more whips to make your memory last. "

Feng Xingying smoked while speaking, and shook his head with a sigh.

Yun Xiang was even more daring. She stayed by Feng Xingying's side and counted clearly, "Forty-five, forty-six."

Every time Feng Xingying whipped the whip, the little girl counted.

When Feng Yuelu couldn't hold it any longer, the rainy whip finally stopped.

Feng Yuelu was so frightened that she kept retreating, and finally retreated to the door.

She stared at Feng Xingying hatefully, but didn't dare to take another half step forward, and was a little scared to even retort.

The whip is still in Feng Xingying's hands and will be pulled at any time.

Is Feng Xingying a Chinese evil? Not only can he reach out quickly, but he is also much more articulate.

Feng Yuelu was not reconciled, but she also knew that she was no longer the opponent of the eldest sister, so she could only speak out against each other.

"Feng Xingying, the fact that you were kidnapped by the strongman and didn't return overnight has already spread all over the streets and alleys. Do you think that a woman like you whose reputation has been damaged, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will still want you?

Others don't know, but I remember it clearly, your face is as terrifying as mine at this moment, no wonder you have to wear a veil. Because you are ugly and shameless! "

The former Feng Xingying, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was her death point.

At this time, Feng Xingying didn't change his face, and he didn't even smoke her anymore, just like: Say, you continue to talk arrogantly.

What Feng Yuelu hated most on weekdays was the arrogant face of this young lady. How could Feng Yuelu be inferior to Feng Xingying? Isn't it because she crawled out of the maid's stomach?

Feng Yuelu was in a state of despair, and her courage rose a little, so she couldn't help but continue to speak:

"Didn't you ask me a few days ago where your prince brother went? Let me tell you this poor bastard, he accompanied my good third sister Feng Yuexian to Shendan Valley a few days ago to ask for a marrow pill, saying Maybe now on the way back, rubbing my ears.

The two of them have been together a long time ago, you don't know it now, do you?

Oh, by the way, I heard the third sister say that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince promised that when he ascends the throne one day, he will make the third sister the queen. "

Prince? It seems that the original owner liked such a person in memory.

It's a pity that now, I don't feel it anymore. Feng Xingying's information about him is probably only one thing that impressed me the most - there are seven side concubines.

Even with all seven concubines, Feng Xingying was exhausted for him.

Seeing that Feng Xingying didn't answer, Feng Yuelu thought that she had hit her dead end, and she was heartbroken for her prince brother.

If you don't start now, when will you wait?

Feng Yuelu's palm turned a thick khaki, like a brick, and shot towards Feng Xingying.

Feng Yuelu was just a little surprised, why did the timid girl from Feng Xingying's family, Yunxiang, look at her with a mocking and sympathetic look?

Shouldn't she be worried about her master?

She is a spirit person, and the earth spirit power brewing on this brick is enough to crippled Feng Xingying.

At this moment, Feng Xingying's figure flashed, and while dodging the earth element attack, she waved her hand lightly and threw a fireball at Feng Yuelu's hair seemingly at random.

"what!!!"

Feng Yuelu's hair instantly ignited, and she ran out of Xinghuang Garden screaming.

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