OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 683: Why Should a Little Demon Pet Care About Him?
Bai Zhi’er settled A ruo down, leaving her waiting in the carriage, then the little one returned to the classroom.
But she saw everyone gathered around the flowerbeds.
Even Mo Yanchi was alerted and stood to the side.
Fang Youzhen was in the center, pinching Fang Wushen’s arm: "Does it hurt here?"
Fang Wushen broke out in a cold sweat: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Sis, be gentle!"
Fang Youzhen rolled her eyes at him: "Endure it!"
After saying that, she deftly twisted and then pushed!
The crowd only heard the crisp sound of bones, followed by Fang Wushen’s scream.
Fortunately, the arm dislocated by Feng Fuce’s kick finally went back into place.
Fang Youzhen stood up, dusting off her hands.
She scolded, "I’ve told you before, don’t provoke him, he has better martial arts skills than you, why bother?"
Fang Wushen rubbed his painful wrist as he stood up.
He hissed in pain, yet stubbornly said, "I’m not necessarily weaker than him! It was a sneak attack because he was too fast with his kick earlier."
"If we really fought, I wouldn’t necessarily lose to him! Besides, I just can’t stand how domineering he is, why does he treat Zhi’er that way?"
Bai Zhi’er squeezed into the crowd and asked in her tender voice, "Brother Wuxi, are you okay?"
Seeing the little one, Fang Wushen’s face broke into a handsome smile.
"I’m fine, just a minor injury, it doesn’t hurt at all."
Fang Youzhen gave him a sidelong glance.
Doesn’t hurt?
Just now, he was screaming like a slaughtered pig.
Mo Yanchi feared scaring his little apprentice.
So, he put on a stern face and lectured Fang Wushen, "After this incident, Second Young Master Fang still needs to be careful."
"The academy is a place for you to study, how can you use it for fighting?"
Fang Wushen cried out wrongfully, "It was Marquis Wan who started it first!"
Mo Yanchi frowned, "I can’t control him, but you are my student, I am responsible for you!"
Bai Zhi’er hung her little head, her soft voice full of apology.
"Master, it’s not Brother Fuce’s fault, nor Brother Wuxi’s fault, it’s all on me."
Mo Yanchi hurriedly crouched down, his voice gentle and loving as he comforted, "Little apprentice, how can you take the blame on yourself?"
Bai Zhi’er’s dark eyes shimmered with grievance, "I was the one who brought Brother Fuce here, and when I saw them arguing, I didn’t stop them, instead, I ran away."
"Master, this won’t happen again in the future, please don’t punish Brother Wuxi."
Seeing that look in her eyes, how could Mo Yanchi bear to blame her?
He waved his hand, "Second Young Master Fang must have been frightened too, so today you should go home and rest."
Then, Mo Yanchi gently patted Bai Zhi’er’s shoulder.
He whispered, "Little apprentice, don’t blame yourself, I kept some sweet flower cake for you, come, try it, it will surely lift your spirits."
But for the first time, Bai Zhi’er had no appetite.
She gently shook her head, pitifully saying, "Master, can I also apply to go home? I just saved someone who fell and I want to take them to the clinic."
Mo Yanchi’s eyes brightened, feeling proud of Bai Zhi’er.
"My apprentice, stepping up again? Very well, then I’ll grant you the afternoon off, you should go as well."
Bai Zhi’er left Mingyang Academy.
Just as she was about to get on the carriage, Fang Youzhen pulled Fang Wushen over.
"Sister Zhi’er," Fang Youzhen called her, "I still want to attend class. My brother, this waste, is lightly injured and probably can’t ride a horse, could you help me take him along?"
Bai Zhi’er looked at Fang Wushen, who had some scratches on his face.
The little one generously nodded, "Sure!"
At the same time, Feng Fuce, initially already far off, somehow stood waiting in the corner not far away with his men.
Seeing Fang Wushen getting into Bai Zhi’er’s carriage, the youth’s gaze was icy cold like a deep winter.
Why does the Little Demon Pet still bother him?
