Feng Fuce pinched her little hand: "I'm here, no one can make you die."
Even if King Yan himself came, it wouldn't work.
Bai Zhi'er took advantage of the situation and said: "Brother Juzi, then why didn't you come to see me before..."
Feng Fuce's throat bobbed twice, not knowing how to answer.
He looked at Bai Zhi'er in a daze, yet she was still calling out to Brother Juzi, who was on her mind.
For the first time, a feeling called guilt rose in Feng Fuce's heart.
Little Demon Pet's thoughts were simple, besides eating, it was Brother Juzi.
He unconsciously gently rubbed the back of her hand, just as he was about to follow up on her words, Feng Fuce suddenly noticed the slight up-and-down movement of Bai Zhi'er's small shoulders.
The little one was secretly scratching an itchy spot.
He then used his fingertip to press on Bai Zhi'er's pulse.
The strong and powerful pulse further indicated that the little one was lying.
Feng Fuce gradually narrowed his cold eyes.
