Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

The sounds of fighting were still going on outside the carriage. Ling Feng sat there and listened silently, not feeling sorry for the loss of those people that the Seven Killing Pavilion had carefully trained.

"I kill you!"

Suddenly, a person rushed to the door of the carriage, but she only stuck her head in, and before Ling Feng could make a move, she rolled to the ground.

"It's over."

Su Qinghe had a cold face and pulled out the dagger from the man's back.

"You can come out now."

Ling Feng heard this but had no intention of getting up.

"I'm going to move to your house."

Looking at Su Qinghe's expressionless face, he paused and then explained again.

"As long as I don't go back, people will keep coming. I can't resort to violence often now."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on his stomach.

Su Qinghe looked at him for a long time, and finally turned her back.

Since everyone has made it so clear, he will not easily touch the men in the room.

"Nanfeng, take him back to the mansion first. I'll take care of this."

"Yes."

Nanfeng didn't ask any more questions and did everything according to Su Qinghe's instructions.

Ling Feng took one last look at Su Qinghe and said nothing more. He picked up Xiaoying who had been fighting outside and silently lowered the car curtain.

After the carriage went away, Su Qinghe began to move the bodies into the space.

The entire street here is surrounded by high walls of two houses on both sides. It is not a downtown area at all. It is a driveway between luxury houses, so there are not many people.

Even if there were people occasionally, they would probably be scared away after seeing the scene just now.

Su Qinghe cleaned up the scene quickly, even taking the time to clean the bloodstains on the ground. She only returned home after everything was ready.

This place was not far from her house and could be reached in about a quarter of an hour's walk.

As soon as Su Qinghe stepped into the mansion, someone came to report.

"Master, dinner is ready, and the gentlemen are already in the hall."

Su Qinghe responded and strode towards the hall. From a distance, she saw several men sitting together, but this time there was one more man.

In front of the round table.

Looking at the man who suddenly appeared, Lin Xi and the others had different expressions.

Ling Feng didn't say anything either. He just let them stare at him with a cold face. Several men gathered together and stared at each other.

"This young master, you..."

After waiting for a while, Ji Yuan spoke first.

He first looked at Ling Feng's loose hair. Although except for unmarried men, all the men in brothels looked like this, but judging from his temperament, it was obviously not the case.

The person was brought back by Nanfeng. He said nothing when he entered the mansion and was brought directly in front of them. They questioned Nanfeng but he couldn't explain anything.

"Sir, are you my wife's friend?"

Ling Feng raised his eyes and looked at him, touching his upper and lower lips.

"Husband."

"bump!"

The teacup that Ji Qingyu was holding slid onto the table.

"you!"

He stared with his eyes wide open, and as soon as his butt left the stool, Qin Angge beside him pushed him down.

Ji Qingyu turned to look at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"what are you doing?"

Qin Ange's face straightened.

"Brother Qingyu, the fourth rule of the Men's Ring is to be generous."

He leaned close to whisper in Ji Qingyu's ear, one hand still resting steadily on his shoulder.

Ji Qingyu choked and glared at him with disappointment.

"You fool!"

After saying that, he turned his head away angrily and stopped looking at him.

Qin Ange scratched his neck in confusion, then turned his gaze back to the man opposite him, his eyes full of envy.

He could detect traces of years of martial arts training in him.

Why is he so slim even though he is also a martial artist? And his face is so beautiful even without smiling! No wonder his wife likes him!

Qin Ange's eyes were gradually filled with little stars.

Ji Yuan and Lin Xi looked at each other, both with surprise in their eyes.

Could it be that the wife really brought him back from the brothel?

Lin Xi cast an inquiring look at Nanfeng who was standing next to the pillar, but Nanfeng shook his head.

"Well...may I know your name, sir?" Lin Xi asked.

"Ling Feng, my lord, just call me A Feng."

Seeing that it was Lin Xi who asked the question, Ling Feng straightened his expression slightly.

But Lin Xi was stunned. How did he know that he was the real master? Did his wife tell him this?

"Then I wonder which family Afeng belongs to?"

Seeing Lin Xi in a daze, Ji Yuan spoke again, but this time Ling Feng did not answer him.

Seeing that he ignored her, Ji Qingyu could no longer bear his temper.

"What do you mean young master from a certain family? Brother, you really flatter him!"

"Listen to what he just said. He has a bun like a man in the boudoir, but he keeps saying that he is the husband of his wife. He is so shameless. I think he is more like someone who came from a brothel!"

"You...ah!"

Ji Qingyu was about to say something else when a thin needle shining with a cold light flew past his face and pierced the pillar behind him.

He screamed in fright and quickly covered his face with his hands.

Lin Xi and his companions were also startled and quickly gathered around him to check.

Nanfeng quickly stood in front of the men, drew his sword and looked at Xiaoying with a frown.

Without Su Qinghe's order, she didn't dare to act rashly.

"How can you slander my son?"

Looking at Ji Qingyu, whose face turned pale with fear, Xiaoying spoke in a cold voice.

But just as he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his chest, and then he flew backwards.

"If you still want to make a deal with me, take care of your people! There will be no second chances!"

Su Qinghe strode up to the few people, without even looking at Xiaoying who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and looked at the man sitting upright with cold eyes.

She was sure that he didn't dare to really touch her bottom line. Even if he really did so... a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Su Qinghe's eyes.

She would definitely blow up the entire Seven Killing Pavilion headquarters into ruins!

Ling Feng felt his heart tighten as he was overwhelmed by Su Qinghe's aura.

"I know...I'm sorry."

His eyes flashed, and he stood up and silently helped the unconscious Xiaoying to the side.

"Wow...wife...my face..."

The problem was solved here, and Ji Qingyu's tragic cries were heard from the other side instantly.

Su Qinghe walked over, and several men immediately made way for her.

Ji Qingyu covered her face with one hand, tears streaming down her face.

"Let me see."

Su Qinghe coaxed him softly and gently pulled his hand away, and a thin bloodstain appeared before her eyes.

Although only a layer of skin was broken and only a little blood could be seen, Su Qinghe could not hide his anger.

“Wuwu…mmmm…mmmm…”

Ji Qingyu raised her head and cried, looking at Su Qinghe with fear in her eyes.

"Uh-huh... my dear wife, will I be left with a scar... wuwu..."

He was crying so hard that he was out of breath and hiccuping from time to time.

"I'm stupid to begin with... uh... if I become ugly... you'll look down on me even more wuwu..."