Chapter 1538: Don’t Call My Name
Not long after she swallowed it, the chaotic energy in her belly calmed considerably.
Bai Zhi’er was overjoyed.
It seemed that the Mutual Grass was indeed useful for the child.
She picked more vigorously, and what she couldn’t gather, she placed into the Qiankun Bag.
Just then.
A whirlwind rose up in front of her.
Bai Zhi’er immediately sensed something was wrong and abruptly retreated.
Almost in an instant, she looked up and saw a familiar figure standing coldly not far ahead of her.
Bai Zhi’er was first stunned, then her first reaction was to wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Afraid that Feng Fuce would find out she was eating the Mutual Grass.
"Lord Demon!" Lu Wang clasped his hands behind Bai Zhi’er.
Feng Fuce sneered, staring at Bai Zhi’er, his thin eyes dark and terrifying, as if about to bore two holes into her.
"Uninvited, I said last time, the next time we meet, we will be enemies. Did you forget what I said?"
Bai Zhi’er’s gaze faltered slightly.
She pressed her pink lips tightly, not intending to answer, and raised her sleeve to cast a spell, releasing the immortal fog.
Immediately after, she turned to cloud and fly away.
Feng Fuce was in a bad mood. Her child hadn’t stabilized its Fetus yet, and she didn’t want to argue with him again.
However, before Bai Zhi’er could fly away, vines from the grass suddenly lashed out, tightly wrapping around her ankle and dragging her back!
Bai Zhi’er exclaimed in surprise and fell down.
Lu Wang looked up, sensing something amiss.
Suddenly, Lu Wang felt an invisible force push his back.
"Ah!" He fell over directly.
Bai Zhi’er landed right on his back.
She wasn’t injured from the fall.
Lu Wang hissed in pain, glimpsing Feng Fuce’s slightly furrowed brows out the corner of his eye.
He had already guessed who pushed him...
If Lord Demon wanted to make up with Your Majesty, couldn’t he come himself instead of putting him through trouble...
Bai Zhi’er knew that being pulled back meant she couldn’t just run away.
She had to stand up and, feigning calm, said, "I picked your grass without permission, it was my fault. When I return to the nine layered heaven, whatever you want, I’ll send someone to compensate."
Feng Fuce sneered, "What do I want, you don’t know?"
Bai Zhi’er bit her lip.
Feng Fuce added, "But that’s in the past. Now, I’m not sure what I want. Since you came to me, I can only bind you, ponder over it slowly, and let you know once I have thought it through."
As soon as he finished speaking, the vines entangled around Bai Zhi’er’s ankle transformed into a pair of chains forged from extreme iron!
Infused with Feng Fuce’s mana, she couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried.
Feng Fuce turned and headed toward the Demon Palace.
Two grass spirit maids appeared, expressionless, and grabbed Bai Zhi’er’s arms, dragging her along behind Feng Fuce.
Bai Zhi’er was shocked, "Feng Fuce!"
"Don’t call my name," he turned back and coldly warned.
Bai Zhi’er was forced into the Demon Palace, which was more magnificent than she had imagined.
Everywhere were stacks of gem crystals, the fiery red and golden hues complementing each other.
With a wave of his hand, Feng Fuce had the two grass spirits lead her into a grand, splendid hall.
The floor was covered with cushions made of white fox fur.
The moment the grass spirits let go, Bai Zhi’er immediately wielded her mana to try to unlock the Extreme Iron Cold Chain.
However, it was futile.
Feng Fuce stood at the doorway, his cold eyes fixed on her, "Don’t waste your energy, or do you want your hands to be tied as well?"