Bai Zhi'er waved her hand: "Brother Fu Ce, you hurry and help him!"
Feng Fuce frowned: "I don't want to deal with him."
"If you don't go, then I must. That group is coming, we can't leave Xie Yu all alone in such a distant place!"
After the young girl finished speaking, Feng Fuce could only put down the kite and resignedly walk towards Xie Yu.
"Such a bother." He frowned.
When he got closer, Xie Yu was still struggling.
Feng Fuce reprimanded coldly: "Stop moving!"
Xie Yu was displeased: "I didn't ask you to help me."
"So should I leave then?"
"... Untie me before you go!"
Feng Fuce gave a cold chuckle, as though Xie Yu's reaction was exactly as he expected.
His slender fingers skillfully untangled Xie Yu's hair, which had been caught by the branches.
"Ow!" Xie Yu yelped several times in pain: "Marquis Wan, are you taking personal revenge?"
Feng Fuce said coldly: "What about you is worth my revenge?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll steal the Princess?" Xie Yu raised an eyebrow.
