OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 751: Be Good, Don’t Move

Feng Fuce leaned against the side of the carriage, silent for a moment.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Earlier was thrilling, Uncle Chang almost fell, but it seems like some force prevented it."

Feng Fuce softly asked, "Was that your doing?"

Zhi’er was happily eating pastries when she heard him, and the little one paused quietly.

She turned to look at Feng Fuce, blinking her innocent big eyes.

"Brother Fu Ce, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"Don’t understand?" Feng Fuce’s eyes were dark, like a dangerous sea: "Zhi’er, you possess spells."

He stated this as a certainty, not as a question.

Zhi’er’s long eyelashes fluttered: "I don’t know spells! Brother Fu Ce, you must have seen wrong."

Feng Fuce sneered: "Really?"

He suddenly reached out his hand and pulled Zhi’er into his arms.

Then, Feng Fuce’s palm directly pressed against her spine at the back.

He gently tilted his head, his sharp nose grazed Zhi’er’s tender cheek.

This seemingly affectionate action, in fact, Feng Fuce’s cold eyes contained a sudden eerie fire.

He was searching for the hiding place of her Immortal Bone.

Those who come from the same sect of the Heavenly Dao must be immortals.

And as for such beings, Feng Fuce didn’t know how many he had killed, perhaps thousands.

So, he knew very well that all immortals’ Immortal Bones are located two inches below the spine.

Zhi’er gently struggled a bit.

The little one’s body was tender and fragrant.

Even her complaining voice sounded like a spoiled child, yet with some dissatisfaction.

"Brother Fu Ce, what are you doing?"

Feng Fuce spoke softly, seemingly gentle, yet his eyes were clear: "Be good, don’t move."

His slender fingers, wearing the jade ring, traced down her spine.

The Immortal Bone is something that ordinary people do not have.

And the location of the Immortal Bone, even through clothing, can be felt as hot.

But, when Feng Fuce’s finger slid to the corresponding location, there was nothing unusual.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

No Immortal Bone? How could it be...

Zhi’er, pressed against him, moved uncomfortably.

"Brother Fu Ce, what are you doing? Are you trying to tickle me?"

Feng Fuce carefully felt below her spine again, three inches down.

Just like an ordinary person, there was nothing.

No Immortal Bone, not an immortal.

The darkness and black-red color in Feng Fuce’s eyes gradually receded.

He released Zhi’er, his gaze deep, with hidden tumultuous emotions.

If the little rascal isn’t an immortal, how could she wield the Heavenly Dao’s spell?

Zhi’er looked at him aggrievedly: "Does Brother Fu Ce feel ill or uncomfortable?"

Feng Fuce exhaled: "I thought... you were different from mortals, I won’t be so reckless next time."

Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Are you referring to when I helped Grandpa Chang earlier?"

"Mother once taught me some chants, I only remembered a little, as for knowing spells, Zhi’er really doesn’t understand!"

Feng Fuce believed she was not lying, and nodded slightly: "It was my misunderstanding."

Zhi’er crossed her arms, huffy: "Then you must treat me to something delicious later, or I’ll be mad at you for a day!"

Feng Fuce wanted to cheer her up, his tone light, quite patient: "I’ll do as you say."

Only then did Zhi’er happily pick up the teacup to moisten her throat.

Feng Fuce gazed out the window, still pondering the spell that emerged from Zhi’er’s palm earlier.

He failed to notice the little one’s bright black eyes, full of playful cunning, were silently observing him.