In the distance, Xiang Xun, Feng'er, Gui Yi, Gui Er, and the others saw Huang Xiaolong in a face of agony and started to worry.
"Little Girl, the Mansion Master won't be in any trouble, will he?" Feng'er asked the Golden Horned Little Bull, clenching her hands tightly.
The Golden Horned Little Bull looked at Feng'er mischievously and said, "What's the matter, Little Feng'er, are you feeling sorry?"
Feng'er was taken aback, then blushed furiously, and said coyly, "Little Girl, at a time like this you're still teasing me."
The Golden Horned Little Bull laughed heartily, "How dare I tease you, who knows, you might get tangled up with Youngster Huang one day, and then you'll be my mistress."
Feng'er blushed to her neck.
The Golden Horned Little Bull cleared its throat, pinched its voice, and said, "Don't worry, this boy's life is really strong, even if I were to die, he wouldn't."
