ny helpers, how could she be afraidShe had been here for several months, and it had been a long time since she had wreaked havoc. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, how could she possibly...Her hand had already touched him, yet his eyes remained vacant and hollow.

At this moment, tears finally welled up in An Xue Tang's eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

Although she knew he might not understand now, she still didn't want him to see her in such a mess. So she quickly withdrew her hand from his shoulder and turned her face away.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears.

It took her a while to recover, then she turned back to look at Fengming.

And Ning'er also brought over a chair at this time, "Your Highness, please sit down."

After all, they are just newly recovered from childbirth. She bled heavily during delivery and can't stand for long periods now.

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And An Xuetang did not insist, nodding before she sat down in the chair.

She glanced thoughtfully at the child in Feng Ming's arms. The child was still thin.

Her eyes were even more sunken than when she was born. To be honest, if it weren't for her breathing, the first person to see her would probably think she was dead.

But at this moment, Fu'er in the same room glared fiercely at An Xuetang's retreating figure.

The moment An Xuetang stepped through the door, she didn't hide the ferocity in her eyes at all. She just glared at An Xuetang like that.

Perhaps her gaze was too unrestrained, and at this moment An Xue Tang also felt this trace of hatred. She narrowed her eyes slightly and calmly turned her head away.

When her gaze met Fu'er's, filled with hatred, she remained expressionless, as if she didn't care about Fu'er at all.

The indifferent eyes swept over Fu'er once, then turned back, their gaze still fixed on Fengming.

Ning'er knew their princess was simply too lazy to bother with Fuo'er. She silently moved to block Fuo'er's fearless gaze.

An Xuetang was indeed too lazy to waste her energy on dealing with someone like Fu'er. She now looked at Feng Ming with gentle eyes, "Brother, let me take your pulse, okay"

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Feng Ming remained unresponsive, so An Xue Tang directly reached out and tentatively touched his wrist.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, she grew bolder and directly pulled his hand over, placing it on her pulse.

Luckily, Feng Ming cooperated throughout the process, allowing her to take his pulse.

Just the Phoenix's pulse is very steady, just from the pulse alone, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.

If not for his vacant eyes, An Xue Tang would have thought he was healthy and normal.

After taking his pulse, she didn't let go of Feng Ming's hand. Instead, she softly asked, "Brother, will you come back with me"

She certainly didn't want Fengming to continue staying with Fouer.

After she spoke, Feng Ming reacted as expected, or rather, he didn't react at all. She hadn't expected him to answer anyway. At this moment, she stood up directly, tugged gently at his hand with a little force, wanting him to get up and leave with her.

Sadly, the phoenix did not cooperate with her this time.

Feng Ming remained seated as steady as Mount Tai. This left An Xuetang feeling rather anxious, and she could only pull on him with more force.

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But he was unwilling to get up, it would be impossible with her strength.

Just when An Xuetang was at a loss, Fu'er, who was sitting on the bed, gave a few eerie laughs that were quite out of place.

Anne Xue Tang: “......”

The laughter that followed was extremely awkward and made An Xuetang's brows furrow instantly.

She let go of Fengming's hand and slowly turned around.

Ninger silently stepped aside, allowing her to see the person in bed.

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, a cold light and a bone-chilling chill shot out. She stared at Fu'er, "What are you laughing at"

Her voice was icy and chilling, sending shivers down your spine.

Formerly, Fu'er had been somewhat wary of An Xue Tang. But ever since Feng Ming had woken up, she knew that Feng Ming would protect her and keep her from harm. As a result, she became extremely arrogant, fearing almost no one and regarding everyone as insignificant.

Faced with An Xue Tang's accusation, she laughed triumphantly a few times.

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After she had laughed enough, she finally spoke in an imperious tone, "Of course I'm laughing at your overestimation. An Xuetang, who do you think you are Even now, are you still thinking of making Feng Ming leave with you"

"Speaking of which, the disdain and contempt in her eyes deepened. "Don't daydream, okay Don't think you're some big shot."

Seeing her speak to An Xuetang with such disrespect, as if she had eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall, Ning'er's hands clenched into fists at once, her arms bulging with veins. In the end, she couldn't hold back any longer.

Suddenly, she used her light kung fu, appearing at the bedside in an instant. Before anyone could react, she slapped the woman hard across the face.

Now, Fu'er is just a useless person. She has no room to resist and was slapped by Ning'er hard.

"You..." Fu'er was clearly not expecting to be slapped by Ning'er at this moment. Her eyes, bloodshot with rage, glared at Ning'er. "You actually hit me"

Ning'er's expression was icy, her voice devoid of any emotion. "It's you who gets hit. If your mouth doesn't clean up a bit, I'll rip it to shreds."

After delivering her harsh words, she suddenly remembered something. Ning'er abruptly turned her head and looked at Feng Ming thoughtfully.

Actually, she thought that if she were to lay a hand on Fu'er, Feng Ming would intervene.

After all, in recent days, whoever wanted to lay a finger on Fu'er, Feng Ming would always step in to stop them, not allowing anyone to harm even a single hair on Fu'er.

So she thought that after she had acted against Fu'er, Feng Ming would still rush over and attack her as before, protecting Fu'er.

But unexpectedly, Feng Ming was still sitting there motionless today, as if she hadn't seen Fu’er being beaten by her at all.

Even the Seeker in the house was surprised. He glanced at Ning'er, and they both understood each other without a word.

In a flash, Ning'er suddenly had murderous intent. If their valley master truly didn't care, then wasn't this the perfect opportunity to kill Fu'er right now

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Ning'er, without much hesitation, struck Fu'er on the bed with a palm strike.

This strike she launched with almost no reservation, directly aiming at Fu'er's head. If successful, Fu'er would be dead without a doubt.

Just as she raised her hand, before it could come down, Feng Ming reacted instantly. He sprang to his feet and rushed forward, parrying Ning'er's palm strike with his own.

Ning'er was knocked back several steps by him.

And Feng Ming's dull eyes became sharp at this moment, staring fixedly at Ning'er, as if saying, "If Ning'er continues to attack, he will not show mercy."

An Xuetang watched the whole process, seeing that Feng Ming was truly protecting Fu'er. Her eyes sank.

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