Chapter 6 Dog bites dog

Feng Jing was gloating at Feng Zhimiao's good show, but she didn't notice that on the opposite roof, Dugu Xingye was also looking at her with great interest.

If it wasn't for him only being separated for a while, he thought of Feng Jing, and he probably wouldn't have discovered that the little girl had such a "bad" side.

But looking closely, the little girl seems to be pretty good.

Compared to when they first met, the girl's face seemed to have a strange magic power, attracting him to constantly want to get close to her...

However, why does Dugu Xingye feel that the birthmark on Feng Jing's face is weird?

Feng Jing frowned, why did she feel that she was staring at her tightly?

Feng Jing raised her head and looked towards the source of her line of sight.

Frowning, why is it him again.

Dugu Xingye saw Feng Jing's expression, but he was not happy.

Is he that annoying?

Feng Jing ignored Dugu Xingye's sad and hurt eyes, and continued to watch the show, but her eyes rolled over in her heart. She didn't seem to know someone very well.

"Miss, Miss, what did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me? You clearly asked your servant to do this!" Du Juan's face was pale, and he didn't care about playing tricks at this time.

Du Juan had no idea that Feng Zhimiao would be so shameless and returned all the responsibility to her.

She is just a little slave, how can she afford the crime of murdering the master?

"Hey, come on, drag this cheap maid down and beat him to death with a stick, where are the people?!" Feng Zhimiao was still shouting loudly, and she still didn't forget to complain.

These guys know to be lazy, they are usually so attentive, but they lose the chain at the critical moment.

Without realizing it, she and Du Juan were the only ones in the room.

As for those servants, it was clearly her own guilty conscience that took them all away, she forgot who to blame?

But it was obvious that Du Juan had reacted. She rolled her eyes, as if she had thought of something. She pulled out the silver hairpin that Feng Zhimiao had put on her bun and gave her a silver hairpin when she bought her a few days ago, and approached Feng Zhimiao.

As long as Feng Zhimiao is killed, no one will know that she killed Feng Jing, and no one will have any reason to kill her, so...

Du Juan looked at Feng Zhimiao viciously, this third young lady, who was powerless, would definitely not be able to fight her!

"You...what do you want to do, I tell you, you, don't mess around, ah! Help! Come on someone!" Feng Zhimiao instinctively dodged in the face of danger, but she forgot that she was a third-rank spiritual person.

Du Juan was in hot pursuit, she had to capture her immediately, otherwise she would be dead when Feng Zhimiao reacted.

She is a slave without any background, how could her cultivation speed be as fast as Feng Zhimiao, who has been supplied abundantly with medicinal pills?

Du Juan's trembling hands revealed her guilty conscience, and Feng Zhimiao, who looked at her in horror, quickly realized that something was wrong.

No, she is a third-rank spiritual person, why should she be afraid of a first-rank spiritual person!

Feng Zhimiao stopped her escaping footsteps and finally reacted.

The coldness flashed in Feng Zhimiao's eyes, this bitch actually wanted to kill her, and she didn't even think about whether she was worthy or not!

"Fireball!" A palm-sized fireball appeared in Feng Zhimiao's palm and smashed towards Du Juan.

"Points!" A fireball that originally flew towards the cuckoo, split into countless small fireballs in an instant, and surrounded the cuckoo.

Of course, the cuckoo can't just sit still.

"Water Shield Technique! Score!" The palm of the hand sent out spiritual power, and it revolved in place for a week. Water shields were formed where the hand brushed, surrounding the cuckoo.