Chapter 112: Good show ~~
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.
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.
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.
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~~”