Chapter 606: Not dead, yet getting skinned

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Misty Cloud Translations

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Misty Cloud Translations

Feng Jiu smiled, her gaze skimmed over those men. "Good. If this

Princess can't beat you, I will admit defeat. But you should also be

careful."

Her figure swept past in an instant and her palm

attacked a Prince in front of her. So fast that the Prince was punched

in the eye before he could evade it.

"Bang!"

"Hiss!"

The

Prince gasped. He retreated after being hit by the fist. The pain made

him unable to open his eyes. He only felt a burst of burning pain.

"What a quick move! We're not going to be easy on you either!"

Someone's

voice rang out. A few figures instantly attacked Feng Jiu from all

sides. It was totally malicious, without leaving any room to manoeuvre.

They just wanted to teach this arrogant Phoenix Empire's Princess a

lesson!

However, when she saw them making their moves, Feng Jiu

smiled and mobilized the mystical energy in her body. Her speed was

several times faster than before. The white figure pa.s.sed among several

people and the sound of falling fists was heard along with a cry of

pain.

"Hiss!"

"Ah!"

"Ughh! My eyes…"

Hearing

the cry of pain from the stage, the guards in the training ground

quietly turned their heads and looked up. When they saw the eight people

on stage besieging their Princess, they shook their heads inwardly.

That

was the Phoenix Empire's Royal Princess, the mistress of the Feng

guards. Not to mention that only eight men put up a siege. They had seen

more than a dozen men besiege her yet they could not hurt their

mistress.

Those few Princes were so bold that they wanted to act

against their mistress without inquiring about her. They really needed a

good spanking.

Looking at the scene on the stage, the Little Fire

Phoenix fished out a piece of ginseng from his bosom. He took a bite

and asked, "Do you think they will get skinned?"

Leng Shuang nodded, looking at him. "Not dead, yet getting skinned."

If

they hadn't come to attend the Old Patriarch's wedding, it would have

been enough for them to die a hundred times when they dared to stare at

the Mistress with such bold eyes.

"Mm, I think so, too. Moreover,

they were beaten for nothing." The little fellow nodded and looked at

them sympathetically, feeling that they were so stupid that he could

hardly speak.

Could such a person be a Prince of a country? Obviously, it was impossible for their country to grow any further.

The

two looked down, but in half the time it took an incense to burn, they

saw a few people had b.l.o.o.d.y noses and swollen faces. When a person

started to shout out, "I", he was beaten up and flew out before he was

able to admit defeat.

"...Mmph!"

With a groan of pain, that

Prince covered the corner of his mouth. He stared with fear at Feng

Jiu's innocent face. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He

looked at the people around him. Their faces were beaten black and blue,

their eyes were covered with bruises, and some retreated to one side

with their stomachs in pain after getting kicked.

Seeing this scene, the Prince swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand. "I admit... defeat... mmph!"

After

speaking these words, he got kicked off the stage and immediately

fainted. Each of the people on the stage was extremely embarra.s.sed. They

wanted to admit defeat. But when they saw this scene, each of them

joined together to concentrate their mystical energy.