OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 855: If We’re Friends, Hold My Hand

After a rustling sound.

Bai Zhi’er watched a tall woman in red strolling gracefully through the snow.

She blinked her big eyes, curious, "You’re really beautiful, I don’t know you."

Mei Ying heard this and covered her lips with her hand, giggling coquettishly.

"The little princess has such sweet words, I really like that, I’m Mei Ying, your uncle’s... um... friend."

Mei Ying sat beside Bai Zhi’er.

The little one’s eyes lit up, "Little uncle? How is he doing?"

Mei Ying nodded, "Very well. I heard someone bullied you, and he immediately sent us. So, how do you feel about the death of Liu Qianfang and An Suzhu? Does it make you feel better?"

Bai Zhi’er opened her small round mouth, "It was you who killed them."

Mei Ying giggled, "Yes, if anyone bullies you in the future, I’ll help you skin them, okay?"

Bai Zhi’er stood up, her voice soft, "But why did you kill the scholar and the other three? They never bothered me!"

Mei Ying furrowed her brows in confusion, "Scholar? We didn’t kill them, we only killed Liu Qianfang and An Suzhu in the capital recently." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes were also filled with confusion, "But after those two, three more people died in the same way."

That’s why, just after Mei Ying spoke, the little one assumed it was them.

Mei Ying slapped her thigh, "Absurd, someone is trying to frame us, how intolerable!"

She stood up, leaving a sentence behind, "Princess, after we deal with this matter, I’ll come to play with you again!"

With that, she quickly departed, like a red butterfly in the snowy night, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Bai Zhi’er watched the direction she left.

"Wow... so fast..."

Soon, Feng Fuce also returned.

He tread into the house over the accumulated snow, and Bai Zhi’er immediately perked up.

The little one glanced at the position of that stone out of the corner of her eye.

Feng Fuce took a few steps and suddenly stopped.

Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes in confusion, "Brother Fu Ce, why don’t you come over?"

Feng Fuce was only a few steps away from the stone.

His slender eyes were darker than frost and snow in indifference.

But when looking at Bai Zhi’er, they held a faint warmth.

"I’ve been wondering, Bai Zhi’er, are we really friends?"

"Of course we are," the little one nodded.

A smile bloomed at Feng Fuce’s lips, "Good, I trust what you say."

He walked over, stepping on the Immortal Stone.

In an instant, Bai Zhi’er saw the shadow behind Feng Fuce grow even higher.

Apart from her, no one else could see it.

This black shadow, brimming with Evil Qi, was in Feng Fuce’s form, with intense fire in its eyes.

His evil presence utterly proclaimed that he was the Demon Lord.

Bai Zhi’er sat down on the steps, her big eyes staring dazedly at Feng Fuce.

Until he stood before her, the effect of the Immortal Stone disappeared, and the shadow was instantly absorbed back into Feng Fuce’s body.

Feng Fuce extended his hand, "Why are you sitting beneath the gallery? It’s too cold here, I’ll take you inside."

But Bai Zhi’er silently retracted her small hand, unwilling to give it to him.

At this moment, the fireworks she had prepared in advance bloomed consecutively in the night sky.

The same brilliance and resplendence.

The fireworks she had prepared for him seemed to come at the wrong time.

However, amidst this radiance, Bai Zhi’er heard Feng Fuce’s cold voice ask—

"What’s wrong, aren’t we friends? Why, knowing I’m the Demon Lord, won’t you even let me hold your hand anymore?"