OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 759: Who Are You Talking To?

However.

When Feng Fuce turned his back on her, the little one closed her eyes in pain.

Because, it was not just the roar of the lion warning in her ears.

More were the wails and cries for help from the lonely souls and wild ghosts here. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"I beg you, deliver me!"

"Take me away, sob sob."

"Where is my home, can I ever return home?"

They clamored, their cries sharp and shrill, carrying a bit of grievance from not being mourned, and endless desolation.

Bai Zhi’er once delivered souls in hell; this was her specialty.

So she was especially sensitive to such places.

But with Feng Fuce ahead, the little one was not ready to act recklessly.

After all, last time Feng Fuce had even sensed she had an Immortal Bone!

He even tried to find traces of the Immortal Bone on her.

Though he found nothing, it was because Feng Fuce never guessed that Bai Zhi’er’s Immortal Bone grew in a different spot.

Below her heart.

A child, full of injuries, his skin bruised.

He was clutching the horse’s leg: "Sister, can you help me find my parents?"

Looking into his pleading gaze, Bai Zhi’er could only pretend not to see.

How hateful! The baby is about to lose patience!

Really want to wave a hand and deliver them all!

At this moment.

Feng Fuce had already pulled the half-buried stone lion upright.

Bai Zhi’er was amazed by his Divine Power, and the little one was even more sure of a suspicion.

Brother Ce is definitely not just a Taoist with some magic!

An ordinary Taoist wouldn’t know about the Immortal Bone, nor would he stay calm facing such a place suffused with yin energy!

Suddenly.

Bai Zhi’er caught sight of that boy ghost climbing up the horse’s leg, already grabbing her skirt.

The little one lowered her gaze, glaring, and whispered to chase off: "Go away, go away, don’t pull my skirt!"

The little boy cried out hoarsely: "Take me home, I want to go home!"

Bai Zhi’er shook her calf, trying to kick him off.

The little one, very troubled, murmured softly: "I know, I’ll have someone come for you tonight, just let go first!"

Suddenly, Feng Fuce’s voice came——

"Who are you talking to?"

Bai Zhi’er immediately sat upright.

She only then noticed that Feng Fuce had somehow found a grass rope and tied the two stone lions together.

And he looked at her with a deep gaze, full of inquiry.

Bai Zhi’er innocently blinked her long lashes.

"I was talking to myself, thinking about a question."

"What question?" Feng Fuce held onto the grass rope, dragging the two stone lions down the slope.

His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing well-toned, fair arms.

Bai Zhi’er replied earnestly: "I was thinking how we’re going to take these two big lions back?"

Feng Fuce had already threatened the stone lions; now they were quite obedient.

But how to take them back was indeed a tricky matter.

Feng Fuce tied the grass rope to the horse’s head, calmly saying: "We’ll drag them back on horseback."

Bai Zhi’er widened her dewy eyes: "Drag them back? Are you sure? The horse might not be able to pull them!"

Feng Fuce pulled the reins, trying to get the horse to walk a few steps.

But forget about walking—it hardly moved, and the horse was panting heavily.

Bai Zhi’er shook her little hand: "We can’t take them, we can’t take them, Brother Ce, let’s give up this time and come back next time."

Feng Fuce said calmly: "No rush, I have a way."

Then he pulled a short, thick crossbow from the saddle pouch.

He aimed it at the sky and fired, a crisp "snap" was heard.

Gray smoke spread in the air.