OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 685: Lord Demon, Why Are You So Stubborn-Mouthed!
Looking into Bai Zhi’er’s bright black eyes, they were focused entirely on Fang Wushen.
Feng Fuce pressed his thumb to his forehead, leaning against the chair, and said coldly, "I’m about to get angry to death."
Having said that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
To prevent himself from impulsively slaughtering Fang Wushen right there.
Bai Zhi’er saw him close his eyes and was so scared that the little guy quickly hopped in front of Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, you can’t die! Grandpa Doctor, you should come take a look at him! He’s about to die, boohoo."
Fang Wushen, not to be outdone, exclaimed in pain.
"My arm, my fingers, they’re all numb and senseless!"
Bai Zhi’er’s little face was frightened: "So serious? Oh no, Brother Wuxi’s going to be crippled too!"
The old doctor darted left and ran right.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer.
"Enough!" The old man waved his hands, indicating helplessness and annoyance.
He frowned and said bitterly, "Both young masters are in your prime, much stronger than these old bones of mine!"
"With my wind-chill legs, running back and forth is excruciating! If you keep making such a fuss, I fear the first to be exhausted and angered to death will be me."
In the end, the old doctor prescribed two sets of medicine, handing them to Fang Wushen and Feng Fuce respectively.
"This one promotes blood circulation and this one calms the nerves and moistens the lungs. They’re suitable for both of you. Take them and hurry on your way!"
Probably afraid they would start another commotion, the old doctor didn’t even charge a fee and directly pushed them out of the pharmacy.
Bai Zhi’er whimpered softly: "Ugh! Grandpa Doctor!"
The old doctor waved his hand without turning back.
Despite this, the little one left some silver, instructing A ruo to place it on the counter.
As they were about to leave, Bai Zhi’er looked at Feng Fuce: "Brother Fu Ce, would you like to take our carriage and go back together?"
Feng Fuce gave the little one a cold glance.
He said indifferently, "No need, you go send that useless Fang Wushen."
Bai Zhi’er pouted: "Fine, but remember to take the medicine Grandpa Doctor gave you when you get back. I don’t want you to die of anger."
Then, the little one turned around: "Brother Wuxi, let’s go."
Fang Wushen wasn’t one to pretend, he directly boarded the carriage.
Bai Zhi’er and A ruo then got on, and the three of them rode away.
Feng Fuce’s expression instantly grew darker than before.
She just left like that?!
Lu Wang silently observed the entire scene from the side.
He only had one feeling.
Lord Demon, why is your mouth so stubborn!
However.
Suddenly, Lu Wang thought of something.
His deep eyes, filled with confusion, gazed at the departing carriage.
Didn’t that little fairy A ruo sprain her ankle?
How come she was walking so freely just now?
Moreover, she didn’t even let the doctor examine it.
Strange!
Before Lu Wang could think any further, Feng Fuce had already mounted his horse.
The Asura envoys hurriedly mounted their saddles as well.
Lu Wang asked, "Sir, where are we going now?"
Feng Fuce’s gaze was dark and cold.
He only uttered one word.
"Pursue."
With that, the young man tugged the reins and sped away.
Bai Zhi’er escorted Fang Wushen to Fang Mansion.
General Fang, who was still recovering from injuries, heard that the Princess had arrived and promptly came out to greet her in person.
Upon learning of Fang Wushen’s injury, his righteously handsome face was full of gratitude.
"My unruly son has troubled Your Highness." General Fang clasped his hands and expressed his gratitude.
Bai Zhi’er waved her small hand: "It’s okay, Sister Youzhen and Brother Wuxi are both my good friends. Since I have delivered him, I shall go now! Goodbye, Uncle General~"
Fang Wushen quickly said: "Sister Zhi’er, it’s midday, why not stay and have a meal before you leave?"
