Nie Teng stood in front of the horse and looked at Feng Jiu sitting on the back of the horse. His eyes moved slightly as he glanced over the face of the little boy in front of her.

"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Jiu looked at him and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

"I'll send you wherever you are going," he said, his voice stiff and sturdy.

"Thank you, no need to go." As soon as the voice fell, she pulled the rope, clamped the horse's belly, and walked over him.

Seeing the gradually moving person leaving leisurely on his horse, he stood still and watched quietly, until the figure disappeared from sight, he withdrew his gaze.

"Master, you want us to catch her back." The man in black who suddenly appeared came to his side. As soon as he spoke, Nie Teng swept his eyes.

The man in black was startled and quickly lowered his head and retreated, not daring to look directly at his gaze. He was retreating when he saw him walking with his sword and following Feng Jiu far away.

Seeing this, he was slightly stunned, but he could only follow.

On the main peak of the college, a white figure watched the red clothes riding on the white horse gradually fading away from a distance.

As for Ouyang Xiu, he was defeated before he even met Feng Jiu's clothes in the first battle, and he had to recognize him as his master. This made him angry and even more aroused his desire to practice. He originally planned to go back, but the disastrous defeat in this battle made him devote himself to his cultivation and never went back.

"What do you think he is going to do and follow us all the way." Old Bai walked with his hooves and turned around and glanced at Nie Teng who was following far behind, which was very puzzled.

Human minds are difficult to understand. As Prince Qingteng, Nie Teng wanted to forcibly occupy his master and marry his side concubine that scene caused blood to splatter. Unexpectedly, he was following his master again in a dim way. I really don’t know what he wanted to do.

"Walk your way, don't worry about anything else." Feng Jiu said, reaching out and pulling out a fruit from the space to hand it to the little hell beside him: "For you to eat."

The little guy leaned in her arms with his eyes closed, and said, "Don't eat."

"You little brat, you're pretty picky." She didn't care. He didn't eat it, she ate it by herself. But she saw that the little guy leaning in her arms was not fixed, either turning his head or moving, or adjusting his sitting position.

"What's wrong with sitting, it's uncomfortable." She asked while eating the fruit, putting one hand on his waist to prevent him from falling off the horse.

"Why are you flirting with flowers everywhere?" He suddenly opened his eyes and asked, his delicate little face was full of unhidden distress.

"Ah" Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment: "I don't have any fun." She didn't have that leisure time.

"Why didn't this guy come with him and that little guy? What's wrong? I see him looking at you is wrong." He looked like a jealous husband, and he grabbed him and didn't let go.

However, it would be fine if he was an adult man, but he looked like a little girl again. This sounded like a look on his face, and it made people laugh.

"You're very careful about other people's business. Tell me, you're really only three or four years old." She was full of suspicion, thinking that a three or four-year-old child is even more refined, and it's impossible to be so refined.

“Those people look so annoying.”
Chapter completed!