“Ouch!!!”
I had never seen Feng Baozi before, but it still appeared in this way. The people were so frightened that they backed away. Many people fell to the ground during the pushing and fighting, and many people were injured.
Feng Baozi reached out to hug Wen Qingpo, but he struggled and refused.
“Oh?” Zuo Si took a look at Wen Qingbai with interest and whispered: “Another soul boy who opened his own soul at a young age. What kind of place is this Beiyuan City? The quality of the soul boys produced by ordinary soul cities is already comparable.”
Pei Rongrong: “Master, don’t you care?”
Zuo Si: “Of course I have to take care of it, but it’s a pity that today’s credit has been compromised again.”
He sighed depressedly and complained to his disciples, “Our carefully arranged drama is not as good as someone else’s unexpected performance.”
Pei Rongrong didn’t understand why the master always cared about the amount of credit, “I don’t care about gains or losses when doing things for God, I just want to do it well.”
Zuo Si couldn’t explain what he was saying, had he been too successful in brainwashing his disciples? But he never planted ecstasy seeds for his disciples, nor did he tell her such a righteous truth.
His figure floated down from the execution platform to Mi Feixue. He pointed at Feng Baozi, who was looking at him warily, “He hurt His Highness, and you still want to protect him?” It didn’t matter whether Feng Baozi listened or not. Understandably, the moment it looked at Mi Feixue, he lifted the struggling Wen Qingpo back to the execution platform.
Feng Baozi stayed where he was and didn’t move.
On the execution platform.
Zuo Si threw Wen Qingbai to Wen Likang’s side.
Wen Qingpo, who had been struggling, was quiet at this moment.
He reached out to Mr. Wen with tears in his eyes, his mouth hoarse and hissing.
The hatred and grief in Master Wen’s eyes were fixed in the air.
Zuo Si waved his hand, and the cloth that smelled the master’s mouth fell.
“Let me ask you, do you still recognize this child?”
Master Wen said coldly: “I don’t have such a monster son!”
Wen Qingpo’s eyes widened.
Zuo Si nodded, then grabbed Wen Qingpo’s collar and threw him to Feng Baozi, “Take him back.”
Feng Baozi caught Wen Qingbai. This time Wen Qingbo didn’t struggle. He stared blankly in the direction of Mr. Wen and was swept away by the wind. He disappeared from everyone’s sight in a blink of an eye.
Shouts rang out from the people, “He is a remnant of the Wen family, how could we let him go like this!”
Zuo Si said pitifully: “The adult did evil, but the child is innocent. Even if the father’s debt is repaid by the son, he has paid the price for his sins. From now on, he is no longer who he was before, but Feng Mingzi.”