The two had already walked out of the corridor and stood under the sunlight.
Bai Zhi'er listened to his words and blinked her bright, watery black eyes.
She looked at Feng Fuce.
"Can the Princess do whatever she wants, including anything to Brother Fu Ce? Let you live? Let you die?"
Feng Fuce was taken aback.
He turned his eyes to the little creature.
In Bai Zhi'er's eyes, there was clarity and innocence.
Feng Fuce's thin lips curved into a very faint smile.
"Yes." He nodded.
In dealing with demon pets, he was not only patient but also tolerant.
Feng Fuce even felt that the conditions he could offer were excellent, and that Bai Zhi'er would not refuse to be his demon pet even after she learned his identity.
Who would have thought, the next second Bai Zhi'er said, "The Princess wishes for you to be happy."
Feng Fuce was stunned.
The little creature stepped forward, holding his hand, looking up at him with her beautiful, bright eyes.
