Chapter 112
They were all witnesses to the exchange between their lady and Di Jue Chen .
That didn’t look like they’ve only met once?
With Zilan’s reminder, Feng Chuge couldn’t help but frown…
She too was surprised . When all was said and done, what was that Di Jue Chen up to?
While mulling over this dilemma, approaching footsteps echoed outside .
Zilan and the others exchanged glances .
“Miss Feng, oh, are you all…” A delicate voice called out .
Along with that feminine voice appeared a pale woman outside the door .
“What’s the matter?” Feng Chuge sat quietly and asked Murong Qing offhandedly .
“Miss Feng, you have successfully entered Yuntian College . You really have great talent . Qinger had no time to congratulate you earlier so I came . ” Between Murong Qing’s eyebrows settled a frailty, which all of them could tell was all feigned .
Feng Chuge kept her eyes on her with a sneer .
It must be really hard on her to cover up her viciousness with such fragility!
“You’re too polite–” Feng Chuge replied indifferently .
Her detachment cut off Murong Qing for a moment .
After a moment of disquiet, she resumed, “I never imagined how powerful Miss Feng is, not only are you a senior spirit master, you are also acquainted to the world’s most beautiful man… . I’ve also met the prince of Tianqi before, and he seemed to treat Miss Feng differently . ”
“…” Feng Chuge was too lazy to respond so she leaned back on her chair and gently caressed Meatball which was laying on her lap .
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Meatball was jubilant but his blue eyes were glowering at Murong Qing .
That’s right!
It was this woman who had been watching her master with a hatred .
Her eyes were as if she couldn’t wait to peel her master’s skin and devour her whole!
Murong Qing reckoned that Feng Chuge won’t give her any face .
But, in order to achieve her own goals, she continued to move forward .
“Miss Feng, meeting you here must also be fate…” Murong Qing slowly approached Feng Chuge .
Her long sleeves knocked over the teapot on the table .
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In just a second, water splashed all over the floor .
Feng Chuge gave Murong Qing a cold eye .
As the saying goes, one doesn’t visit a temple without a cause . Murong Qing’s sudden arrival was certainly with a hidden agenda .
But…She really wanted to see what Murong Qing was aiming to achieve .
The teapot crashed but Feng Chuge didn’t move an inch . In a moment, her front of her dress was soaking wet .
“Oh no, Miss Feng, I didn’t mean to… I…” Murong Qing hurried forward to help her clean up .
While apologizing, she fished out a handkerchief and stretched out to Feng Chuge .
At the same moment, Feng Chuge’s eyes condensed .
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That handkerchief… It was poinsonous…
It was colorless and odorless, which was much harder to detect from the previous one .
Perhaps the average person might be oblivious to it but she wasn’t the same . She was an intermediate refining pharmacist . What poison has she not touched?
Murong Qing was in a hurry, but a the same time sprinkled a huge dose of poison on Feng Chuge .
Murong Qing continued to “wipe,” but Feng Chuge suddenly shuffled out and avoided her .
“Miss Feng…” Murong Qing looked up at her with some grievances, “Miss Feng, I really didn’t mean…”
Feng Chuge crossed her hands on her chest, stood sill, and smirked .
“It was a good show~~”