The official held his breath and finally moved to a position about three steps away from Feng Yu, trembling to raise the sword in his hand.

However, before the scum sword could be raised, Feng Yu, who looked at him who had fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed sharply.

The official subconsciously threw away the sword in his hand, ran back quickly, staggered, and shouted as he ran: "Help, help, help-"

Coincidentally, as soon as he ran to Lord Liu, he pounced on a dog to eat, however, a smell began to permeate.

Wind Feather: "......"

Lord Liu's face was already as black as the bottom of the pot.

"Why don't you drag him down?!" Lord Liu scolded, then glanced up at Feng Yu, but quickly shifted his gaze to the hem of his clothes.

"This official ...... You have to go and change your clothes first, and you are waiting here. After saying that, Lord Liu fled here as fast as he could in his life.

The man didn't react much to the changes in front of him.

glanced at Lord Liu, who had already gone away, and then at Feng Yu, who had obviously done nothing, but just one body was already impressive enough, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and his calves trembled again.

only hesitated for a moment, and hurried to catch up with Lord Liu's footsteps.

The officials who stayed behind looked at each other, and it was not to leave, nor was it to leave. He could only silently retreat a long distance, waiting for Lord Liu to come back.

Feng Yu took in the performances of these people one by one, and sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Such a character also wants to see His Highness?

Situ Se has been paying attention to the situation outside, listening to the conversation between Feng Yu and those people, and silently complaining in his heart: Is this courage too timid.

It's no wonder that Qi Yiting has been able to be so breezy all the time.

"Here, eat one more bun." Qi Yiting persuaded.

Looking at Situ Se's figure now, Qi Yiting was not satisfied.

People who are already thin and weak, after being injured, are even more thin.

Especially in the days when I was seriously injured, I was directly thin and out of shape.

"I really can't eat it." Situ Se frowned and refused.

She felt that she had lived like a pig these days, eating and sleeping, sleeping and continuing to eat.

"Then take another sip of soy milk." Qi Yiting said with a smile.

Qi Yiting's appearance is clearly that if she doesn't eat anything anymore, then he will never give up.

Situ Se took a deep breath, took the cup from Qi Yiting's hand, and took another sip.

"I'm afraid it's hard to go out for a walk today, so I'll accompany you to walk around the house two more times, all as a way to eat." Qi Yiting got up with a smile and said.

Situ Se looked at the size of the hut, and he could see it almost at a glance, and there was really nothing to see.

"You'd better hurry up and prepare for you." Situ Se looked at Qi Yiting and said helplessly.

At this time, what Qi Yiting wants to present should be a person who is still injured and very weak.

Where is the complexion of the "seriously injured" so ruddy that you can beat ten of them casually?

"No hurry, no hurry." Qi Yiting still looked so indifferent, laughing.

After that, several waves of people came one after another, but they were all blocked out by Feng Yu.

Several waves of people came back and forth, but all of them were blocked out by the wind feather, and all of them were half angry by the wind feather.