Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Break Your Legs and Let You Live Your Crawling Dream
Zhi’er’s lively eyes blinked twice: "Oh, that’s how it’s done!"
She waved her small hand: "Then you need to squat down, Brother Fu Ce is so tall, Zhi’er can’t reach you."
Feng Fuce instinctively furrowed his brow.
Why does her waving action remind him of feeding the orange cat Dahua?
Despite this, he still squatted down according to her instructions.
Zhi’er pinched a piece of milk cake and placed it in his mouth.
This magical food, filled with spiritual energy, flowed down his throat into his stomach.
It brought waves of abundant mana restoration.
Feng Fuce was very satisfied, his cold eyebrows lifted.
Zhi’er smiled sweetly: "Is it delicious?"
Feng Fuce replied slowly: "Delicious, will there be more in the future?"
The little one nodded repeatedly: "If Brother Fu Ce likes it, then in the future, whatever I can’t finish... oh no, no, I’ll often bring it to you!"
With a hint of sarcasm, Feng Fuce raised his brow slightly, his dark eyes full of mockery.
Zhi’er blinked her long lashes quickly, feeling a bit guilty.
Until Feng Fuce gently chuckled, he said lightly: "You can also bring what you can’t finish."
Zhi’er widened her eyes in surprise.
Today, Brother Fu Ce is really easy to talk to!
Suddenly, Feng Fuce caught a glimpse of something quietly moving at the corner in the distance.
He slightly turned his head and looked with sharp indifference.
He saw the only survivor from the village he had rescued earlier—that eight-year-old boy, quietly crawling forward on the ground.
Last time, Zhi’er sprinkled medicinal powder on his leg, which made him faint from the pain.
But admittedly, the effect was quick, and with his martial arts background, his recovery was good.
These days, besides his left leg being a bit clumsy, there was no other problem.
But Feng Fuce always had him confined in the backyard.
Because the Imperial Physician said that if his leg wanted to fully recover, it shouldn’t always be chained.
Therefore, Feng Fuce did not restrain him and never forcibly bound him.
The boy tried to escape numerous times, all ending in failure.
The Xiuluo Guard was like an impenetrable net!
This time, obviously, the boy was trying to secretly escape again.
Feng Fuce’s scrutinizing gaze, with a hint of cold laughter, caught Zhi’er’s attention.
The little one turned her head and also saw the boy on the ground.
The boy thought they were talking and assumed they would not pay attention to him.
At this moment, he was gritting his teeth, not daring to make a sound, carefully crawling forward.
Until Zhi’er blinked her big eyes and spoke in a soft voice—
"Wow, you seem almost completely healed, compared to last time, your crawling is more seamless!"
The little boy froze.
He turned his head, anger and embarrassment brewing in his spirited eyes.
"You—!" He was furious.
How could this little girl say that!
What does she mean by crawling?
Feng Fuce’s thin lips also had an elusive hint of a smile.
He nodded lightly: "The recovery is indeed good, but it’s a pity that legs able to run and jump always crawl on the ground trying to escape."
"If there’s a next time, break the legs, fulfill your crawling dream."
Zhi’er’s small body shivered, she turned to look at Feng Fuce, her large expressive eyes silently protesting.
Feng Fuce lowered his gaze and looked into the eyes of the little one in front of him.
He explained with no expression: "Just scaring him."
The boy, unable to bear it anymore, stood up and angrily rebuked: "Feng Fuce! You villain! How long are you going to keep me locked up? Why don’t you let me go!"