Chapter 1339: I Promised Her I Wouldn’t Fight You
With no other option, Zhi’er had to leave with Bai Xilie first.
Back in the carriage, Bai Xilie was still curious, "Zhi’er, why does father feel that your mother seems to know Marquis Wan?"
Zhi’er replied absentmindedly with a hum.
She leaned against the window, continuously looking into the courtyard.
She wondered what her mother would say to Brother Fu Ce?
At that moment, the small black demons from before bounced out of the courtyard one after another, like bouncing balls.
They squeaked anxiously as if they were rushing.
As if afraid of being left behind by Zhi’er if they walked too slowly.
Zhi’er’s face lit up with joy as she quickly stretched her head out of the window, extending her arm, allowing the small black demons to immediately crawl up along her arm.
Once inside the carriage, they obediently sat in a row, curling up next to Zhi’er.
Zhi’er found them adorable as she looked at them.
She originally wanted to ask if Feng Fuce had instructed them to follow her, but with her father nearby, she had to hold her tongue for now.
At this time.
Inside the courtyard.
Jing Jia stood in the garden with only Feng Fuce by her side, and no one else around.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Jing Jia used her mana to shield all perception around them.
Even if she fought fiercely with Feng Fuce here, no one outside would hear or know.
However, she suddenly turned around, and as she threw a punch with mana, Feng Fuce didn’t dodge, just standing in place.
Thus, when the magic light almost hit Feng Fuce’s face, Jing Jia suddenly stopped.
She squinted her eyes, "Why didn’t you dodge?"
Feng Fuce calmly said, "I promised Zhi’er that I would never fight with you again."
Back then, when the Heavenly Court and the Demon World waged war, Feng Fuce had issued the command for a fight to the death.
Jing Jia was somewhat surprised by his words, but she quickly scoffed.
"You like my daughter."
"Yes." Feng Fuce didn’t hide it and admitted it frankly.
Jing Jia felt a bit stifled, "You’re thirty thousand years older than her, even more than that!"
Feng Fuce lifted his chin slightly, "Since being injured by you last time, my primordial spirit was damaged, turning me into a child about her age."
"You—!" Jing Jia patted her chest, trying her best to keep calm.
After all, she had descended with her divine sense and could easily return to her body with one slip.
Jing Jia turned her back, "Do you think I would agree to my daughter being with the Demon Lord?"
Feng Fuce wasn’t afraid at all, "Whether we are together or not is a matter between the two of us."
"If Bai Zhi’er decides on something, none of us can dissuade her; she will follow her heart."
Regarding this, Jing Jia couldn’t refute it.
Her daughter was resilient and wise, and once she set her mind on something, she would never look back.
Jing Jia exhaled, "She will soon attend the Divine Enthronement. I’ve heard you’re also invited?"
Feng Fuce nodded, "I shall attend."
Jing Jia glanced sideways, her gaze cold, "Aren’t you afraid that after going to the Heavenly Court, you’ll find it’s a trap?"
Feng Fuce simply pressed his lips together and smiled coldly.
He didn’t answer, but it was an answer in itself.
The implication of this smile couldn’t be clearer.
He was not afraid.
Indeed, given Feng Fuce’s incredible power, the entire Heavenly Court combined probably couldn’t do anything to him at present.
Jing Jia calmed herself and said, "In that case, there is something I need to tell you in advance..."
Roughly half a stick of incense later, Zhi’er finally saw them come out.
By then, Jing Jia had already put her veil back on.
Feng Fuce followed behind her.
The two of them didn’t seem to have had an unpleasant encounter.
Zhi’er hurriedly got off the carriage, "Brother Fu Ce!"