This area with orange trees is the backyard of the Xiuluo Guard.
Generally, the Xiu Luo Envoys don't come here.
Perhaps because of this, someone quietly sneaks in from the back door.
Feng Fuce glanced at Bai Zhi'er.
His cold eyes were immersed in thought.
Just for a moment, Feng Fuce picked up Bai Zhi'er and quickly walked out.
The little one abruptly stopped humming her song, her tiny voice exclaimed, "Brother Juzi, where are we going!"
As soon as Bai Zhi'er finished speaking, a warm sweet potato was stuffed into her hand.
And in her palm, the other person quickly and urgently left three words—
[You go back]
At this moment, even Feng Fuce himself didn't notice.
The handkerchief covering Bai Zhi'er's eyes loosened due to not being tied tightly enough, sliding slowly down a bit.
The little one could vaguely see the color of the clothes of the person holding her.
It was a deep black.
Like ink on a snowy day.
