After a while, the interrogation ended.
Yu Zhun, exhausted, fainted once more.
On Bai Zhi'er's innocent round face, her little brows furrowed tightly.
Because what Yu Zhun just said was truly lamentable.
"Brother Fu Ce, are you going to keep him hanging on the rack like this?"
She fluttered her big eyes and looked up to ask.
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and met Bai Zhi'er's gaze for a moment.
His long eyes were calm and indifferent, only his thin lips pursed slightly.
Finally, as if unable to resist Bai Zhi'er's pitiful expression.
He turned and commanded the Asura envoy beside him: "Send Yu Zhun to the cell, guard him alone."
"Yes."
Only then did Bai Zhi'er feel satisfied.
She picked up the small bowl used to feed the cat.
Walking forward with her little feet, she didn't forget to say: "Brother Fu Ce, he will remember your kindness!"
Feng Fuce snorted coldly, as if he didn't care.
He walked beside Bai Zhi'er.
