Feng Fuce raised his hand to stop him.
"This matter is not urgent." The young man's eyes were deep and mysterious.
He seemed to realize that the priority was to explain clearly to Bai Zhi'er that he was Brother Juzi.
Rather than rushing to confess that he was the Demon Lord.
Otherwise, with the little rascal's impulsive nature, she certainly wouldn't obediently agree to become his Demon Pet.
Just at that moment, Chu Ping returned to the Xiuluo Guard from outside.
He clutched his stomach, murmuring as he walked.
Due to slight abdominal cramps, fine sweat covered his forehead.
As Chu Ping passed by Feng Fuce's office, he glanced inside and saw Lu Wang and Feng Fuce kneeling, both looking at him with inscrutable gazes.
He managed to give a greeting: "Marquis, I am feeling unwell, I'll go in the back and rest for a while."
After speaking, Chu Ping waved his hand weakly, and hummed softly in pain as he held onto the wall while walking away.
