"What do you want?"
Feng Tongtong was scared, her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her.
She wanted to retreat, but her body wouldn't obey, making retreat impossible.
Feng Ninghe looked down, her gaze extremely calm, with a hint of coolness, and quietly watched the woman before her: "You used spiritual arts to make the wig stay on your hair, and what I'm going to do is make you unable to use this spiritual art anymore."
Feng Tongtong was shocked, staring at her as if she had heard something monstrous: "What did you say? You can also make me unable to wear a wig?"
Her spiritual power was already gone.
But she had plenty of people around her who knew spiritual arts, and this wig was put on by Chun Tao.
Feng Ninghe did not speak, took out a small bottle of medicine, and applied it to Feng Tongtong's head.
"Feng Ninghe! What are you doing!"
"You treat me like this, and I will never let it go. I will definitely make you die in this lifetime! The one who should have died five years ago should die again!"
Feng Tongtong screamed hysterically, her eyes already bloodshot.
Feng Ninghe lowered her eyes to look at her, her expression unmoved.
This woman cared most about her appearance and her hair.
She was about to destroy everything Feng Tongtong valued most.
Feng Tongtong still didn't know that her hair wouldn't grow back because of a pill in the flower forest outside the city.
Perhaps Feng Tongtong had already forgotten that she had taken this pill.
Xiao Zhao puffed out his cheeks, grumbling.
Master, her current predicament is all her own doing, she has no one else to blame.
It's a pity for the little master, her fate was so tragic, and we can't even build a grave for her!
Feng Ninghe's eyes held a trace of sadness.
Her poor child's remains were scattered, and her revenge was only half complete.
The phoenix essence within Si Xin Xin made her suspicious, and now with Feng Tongtong's testimony, her child had already died.
The world is vast and full of wonders, perhaps there are others in the world whose spiritual roots are the same as hers, the phoenix essence.
Phoenix essence is a naturally born phoenix spiritual root.
Only those with extremely high talent will possess it, and it is extremely rare in this world.
Si Jian Ye was outstanding, and any woman he fancied must be extraordinary.
Thinking this way, the phoenix essence within Si Xin Xin was not surprising.
Having done what needed to be done, Feng Ninghe turned and left.
Feng Tongtong's curses still echoed in her ears from time to time.
"This person's mouth is so foul, I say we should dig out her tongue! And then blind her!"
The ginseng sprout popped out, its two tender leaves tucked into its waist, its mouth wide open, grumbling.
If it were it, it would have chopped Feng Tongtong into a thousand pieces! Otherwise, it would be hard to quell its hatred.
Xiao Zhao nodded earnestly, his sapphire eyes filled with thought, and he looked at the ginseng sprout beside him with slight approval.
Suddenly, Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows and turned her gaze to a spot not far from her side.
It seemed someone was there.
She stopped in her tracks, her voice cold: "You've been watching from the shadows for so long, it's time to come out, isn't it?"
The jungle rustled in the darkness.
A swaggering figure emerged from the shadows.
The man was dressed in black, his face covered by a golden mask, and beneath the mask, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through people's hearts.
Xiao Zhao and the ginseng sprout exchanged glances, and the two quickly darted into Feng Ninghe's dantian.
"It's you?"
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows in surprise, gazing at the approaching figure.
Si Jian Ye strode up to her and stopped, his eyes burning with intensity: "Xin Xin is waiting for you, I was afraid you would delay things and Xin Xin would wake up and not see you."
Feng Ninghe changed the subject: "Did you hear the conversation in the formation just now?"
The formation could only trap useless people like Feng Tongtong. Si Jian Ye, with his unfathomable cultivation, might not be trapped by it.
Facing the question, Si Jian Ye nodded without hesitation: "I heard."
He never imagined that this young girl before him carried so many burdens.
More importantly, she had avenged the hatred of five years ago on her own after five years.
He suddenly became interested, wanting to know how many more secrets this woman hid.
What a pity, she had been pregnant.
The woman he wanted must have eyes only for him, and could not have been involved with other men.
However, since Xin Xin liked her so much, he could let them spend more time together.
The man's eyes were as indifferent as ever.
This person was not someone who meddled in other people's affairs, so it didn't matter if these things were overheard.
Feng Ninghe lowered her gaze and strode forward quickly: "Xin Xin will wake up soon, let's go find her."
"Are you willing to be Xin Xin's godmother?"
Si Jian Ye spoke, his voice deep and pleasant to the ear.
The simple words made Feng Ninghe pause slightly: "Be her godmother?"
She had never thought of being a godmother to anyone.
Xin Xin's liveliness and cuteness also reminded her of her own child, whose remains were scattered.
If her child were still alive, she would be this age now.
Si Jian Ye nodded and replied softly: "Xin Xin has never liked anyone this much, so I want you to be her godmother."
"I'll consider it."
Feng Ninghe said without hesitation.
Although she liked Xin Xin, being a godmother was not something to be taken lightly.
If she were to be a godmother, she would treat Xin Xin as her own child and would have to bear the responsibilities that came with it.
The simple words reached his ears, but Si Jian Ye's brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flickered in his eyes: "Do you know how many people dream of being Xin Xin's godmother?"
Those women would go to any lengths to please Xin Xin, just to get close to her.
Now this opportunity was presented to Feng Ninghe, and she still needed to consider it!
Feng Ninghe said dismissively: "So what? Others are others, and I am me, how can they be confused?"
This explanation silenced Si Jian Ye, and he kept scrutinizing the woman before him.
Feng Ninghe's expression was calm and fearless, not like she was lying.
Si Jian Ye finally withdrew his gaze, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
This feeling of being rejected was something he had never experienced before, and a strange sensation filled his chest.
He was a god of the Western You Continent.
In the Western You Continent, no one dared to refuse him.
Everyone wanted to curry favor with him, yet this woman dared to refuse.
An exquisite, ancient-style carriage stopped in front of them.
The moment she saw the carriage, Feng Ninghe recognized it.
This was a carriage from Liu Mian Ge.
A bone fan lifted the curtain, revealing a handsome face.
"Miss Feng, I trust you are well."
A clear male voice drifted into her ears.
Su Hong Xiu looked at her with a faint smile.
When his gaze fell on Si Jian Ye, his eyes subtly changed.
Seeing Su Hong Xiu, Si Jian Ye raised his sword-like eyebrows, his mask concealing his expression, his eyes as indifferent as ever.
Feng Ninghe also smiled: "Sixth Master, what a coincidence, to meet you here."
Su Hong Xiu quickly got out of the carriage, his slender fingers gently fanning himself with the bone fan, looking at her quietly: "Miss Feng, it's still early, why don't I treat you to a cup of tea? I know a theater with excellent performances, and the tea and wine are first-class. I think you'll be very interested in the show."