C1 (2/2)

The boy looked at the man in front of him with a composed expression. His dark eyes flashed and he said in a quiet voice: ”They … ”Dead.”

His voice contained a trace of immaturity, and even he felt shocked.

Dead?

Hearing that Feng Mochen felt that he was too pitiful, a burst of kindness ran through her heart, ”Why don't you follow me! I'll protect you in the future. ”

After all, she was too good-looking. She couldn't bear to leave him here, living and dying by himself.

The boy pursed his lips but didn't answer. He just stared at her.

Without waiting for a reply, a great curse came from afar.

”You little bastard, I've finally found you. This time, I'm going to catch you and skin you alive.”

Hearing her, Feng Mochen slowly turned her head, only to see a few tall perspiring men approaching menacingly from the end of the alleyway, each of them wielding a wooden stick. A fierce man walked in front of her, standing directly in front of her.

”Pretty boy, get out of my way, don't get in my way!”

”Impudent!” ”Who are you, to dare to treat us like this is too...”

Seeing the fierce man being so arrogant, the Gui beside the Feng Mochen went forward to question him. Before she could even finish speaking, she stopped him with a glare, and could only step back to the side.

It's not easy to reveal your identity when you're away.

”This child is yours?” Feng Mochen raised her eyebrows and asked.

The man was stunned for a second before he replied, ”No.”

”Heh, even you can't give birth to such a beautiful child.” The Feng Mochen mocked.

Hearing this, the fierce man was enraged, but seeing how handsome she was, if he caught her and gave her back to the old master, he would have done a great service for her.

A vulgar smile appeared on his face. ”Look at you, you're quite pretty. Your face is so white and tender. Why don't you come back with me for our old master to love you?”

”Really? That will depend on whether you have the ability or not.”

With that, he clenched his hand into a fist and took the opportunity to punch the fierce man in the nose.

”Ah …” The fierce-looking man didn't pay attention to this for a while. He was beaten up to the point where his nose was broken and blood flowed out of his nose as he wailed in pain.

Hiss, hitting him hurt, and also hurt himself. Feng Mochen hurriedly rubbed the back of her hand.

Lying on the ground, the boy watched Feng Mochen's every move. His dark eyes shone with a mysterious light.