Divine Physician, Overbearing Wife: State Preceptor, Your Wife Has Fled Again

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After a while, the little guy"s soft voice rang out again. “Go straight ahead for 500 meters, then turn right for 1000 meters. There is someone over there, shouting for help. I am not sure whether this is the person these people are looking for.”

Feng Ruqing c.o.c.ked her brow. Adopting this cheap son really did help her save some effort.

“Nan Xian, let"s go.”

She pulled Nan Xian"s hand and walked past Feng Lianqing, moving forward.

Feng Lianqing was stunned. He saw that Feng Ruqing was walking so fast and immediately shouted after her. “Maiden Feng, where are you going?”

Feng Ruqing did not reply to Feng Lianqing. After all… even if she said that she knew where the person they were looking for was, these people would not believe her.

Furthermore, she could not confirm if the person Fu Chen had mentioned was the person they were searching for.

 “Big Brother Feng…” Lianyi frowned as her tone was full of dissatisfaction. “What is wrong with this woman? Doesn"t she know that the spirit beast mountain range is very dangerous? She still dares to run around simply. She is obviously getting us into more trouble. We are already in a rush to look for the little prince, and now she is even dragging us down.”

Feng Lianqing glanced at Lianyi indifferently.

Were these not the two people Lianyi had asked to stay?

However, Feng Lianqing did not have much time to say much now. His gaze was cold as he spoke. “Let"s go. It"s not like we know where the young prince is anyway. We have been searching for him blindly, and going anywhere is the same. It will indeed be a little dangerous if the two of them leave the group.”

After he finished speaking, Feng Lianqing went in the direction Feng Ruqing had left and chased after her without even sparing a glance at Lianyi.

Lianyi frowned hard. If it were not for Nan Xian, she would not have asked this useless, trouble-making woman to stay.

However, now was not the time where she could afford to be distracted by her thoughts. She gritted her teeth and followed after them.

Feng Ruqing headed in the direction as per Fu Chen"s instructions, and shortly after, she heard a heart-wrenching cry for help.

Nearby.

A huge spirit beast was looking down at the little fatty who had crumbled to the ground. Its mouth was salivating, and there was a bad stench, making one feel nauseous.

The little fatty was so scared that he peed his pants. His face was wet with tears. He was pale, and his eyes were full of despair.

“Help! Someone, please save me!”

He regretted it.

Regretted that he had run into the spirit beast mountain range to prove himself, and in the end… he was about to lose his life soon.

Snot and tears were flowing freely from the little fatty"s eyes and nose. Both his legs were trembling, and his urine was streaming down his pants. It was terribly smelly and pungent.

The huge red tiger before him had stopped. Its gaze was ferocious. With a howl, it leaped over to bite the little fatty.

Coincidentally, Feng Lianqing, who followed after Feng Ruqing, arrived and saw that the tiger was about to bite the little fatty. His expression changed as he immediately threw the sword in his hand at the tiger. With a hiss, it stabbed into the eye of the red tiger.

“Howl!”

The red tiger let out a sharp cry as blood flowed from its eye. Under the intense pain, it no longer bothered about the little fatty who was before it but immediately turned around and ran into the depths of the mountain range.

Behind, Feng Ruqing calmly looked in the direction in which the red tiger ran off to. Not knowing why, she kept getting the feeling that this spirit beast"s scent… was a little abnormal…

“Sob!”

The little fatty felt relieved and immediately let out a wail. Perhaps he was so happy that he was crying, but snot and tears were flowing even faster, messing up his entire face.

Feng Lianqing also did not seem to disdain the little fatty as he went to him and half-squatted in front of him. “Your Highness, sorry I am late.”