Chapter 347: So-called beastmaster

Cai Ling looked at Han Fei's back from behind, and continued: "Han Fei, I advise you not to care about this. You just need to make sure that he won't die."
Han Fei slowly turned around, showing a look of horror, and said: "As long as he is not dead? He, he already looks like a normal child, he even...even..."
After Han Fei didn't say the words "On all fours", she was interrupted by Cai Ling.
"No one cares about this at all, Han Fei, do you understand it!"
Han Fei bit her lower lip tightly, and finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "I understand."
Tsai Ling breathed a sigh of relief when Han Fei heard it, and said, "Then go back to where you should go. It's almost night. Don't run around. It's easy to get lost here."
Han Fei nodded, and then her gaze fell on the tray in Tsai Ling's hand. Her gaze flickered, and then she showed a slightly shy smile and said, "I'm a little hungry."
Cai Ling also smiled helplessly, and said, "Take it, the master doesn't want to eat it anymore, and is about to take it back. You take it to eat, but the taste is not very good."
Han Fei asked in confusion, "Why?"
Cai Ling laughed mockingly and said, "This is Leng Gong, do you think it's another palace? It's not bad if you have food, take it."
After all, Tsai Ling handed the tray to Han Fei.
Han Fei picked up the pastry inside. It was already cold and slightly hard. It was really not a good thing.
Han Fei thought about it for a moment and then understood that such a place is probably the lowest position in the entire palace city, like a food chain, it is not bad to have food.
It is not difficult to understand why Xiao Qin Che lived like that.
After Han Fei understood it, Qin Che was even more distressed, but she still kept smirking on her face, and then left with the cake.
Cai Ling added a sentence behind her, saying: "You can eat it yourself, don't give it to that wolf cub."
Han Fei paused, but left.
When returning to the dilapidated little yard, Han Fei looked around and found that little Qin Che was missing, and couldn't find it no matter how to find it.
Han Fei was a little strange and yelled a few times, but there was no response.
"His Royal Highness the Third Prince! Where are you?"
Han Fei felt that it was a bit disrespectful to call Qin Che's name directly, and she would have nowhere to cry if she was heard by someone who wanted to cure a capital crime.
After calling several times, Han Fei gave up and started exploring this dilapidated little courtyard.
Pushing open the door of the first wing room, a musty smell came from inside, and Han Fei took a big bite. She coughed desperately, and finally eased over. Only then did she clearly see the scene inside.
There is only a wooden bed, and a table missing a corner, there are spider webs in the corner, the windows are closed in the whole room, and the air inside is muddy.
And Han Fei saw a pair of green eyes.
Her heart trembled.
Whispered: "His Royal Highness the Three Princes?"
The bulge on the bed squirmed.
Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "His Royal Highness, why are you here?"
The bulge on the bed won't move.
Han Fei approached the wooden bed slightly and was shocked again.
I saw that the wooden bed was covered with a thick mattress, but the mattress was already black and moldy, and even a little bit of mold, even the floral pattern of the quilt was invisible and faint. Yellow, a sour smell emanated from the bedding.
The bulging bag in the middle stuck out a head. A black head with a pair of green eyes.
Han Fei has some cleanliness. She can't accept the living environment of the little male god, and this quilt, she can't sleep at all! President lice!
Han Fei stretched out his hand and slammed open the quilt, but met resistance, and from the quilt there was a low roar like a beast.
Han Fei was angry, and directly used the greatest strength to open the entire quilt, successfully shaking out a large amount of dust, and narrowing his eyes.
But a bunch of things fell out directly, and disappeared after brushing them. They hid directly in the corner, curled up into a ball, and stared at Han Fei vigilantly.
Han Fei threw the dirty quilt aside, and ignored the wolf cub who had been yelling at her. He rolled up the quilt and the quilt, put it under the armpit, and moved it away.
Little Qin Che stopped the low growl, and looked at the fat woman taking away his quilt with some puzzled eyes. He couldn't figure it out.
The quilt can't be eaten, so why do you take it away?
With such doubts, Xiao Qin Che surreptitiously followed behind him, and saw that the fat woman dragged out an old wooden barrel, threw all his bedding into it, and strenuously went to the well. Buckets of water poured on his bedding.
Little Qin Che reacted afterwards, let out a low roar of a beast, and ran over in a hurry, holding Han Fei's arm, opening his mouth to reveal the white teeth of the first floor, directly towards Han Feibai’s tender white skin. The upper and lower mouth, bite very hard.
Han Fei screamed in pain, frowned and looked at the little wolf cub who was holding her arm, and said, "Lose your mouth!"
The child doesn’t care at all, just doesn’t let go, but the strength is lighter. He thinks it is more than anything he has eaten. There is a faint sweet breath, and the meat in his mouth is very soft and warm. It's warm, the child is reluctant to let go.
When Han Fei saw that he was really biting and not letting go, she was so painful that she only gasped. This little devil bite it because she didn't save any strength, she was afraid that she had broken skin. Is this the problem with Russia? Really treat her as meat! group! Up.
Han Fei decided that she would teach him a little lesson! At least you can't open your mouth so casually!
"You can't let go? If you don't let go, I will throw this thing in."
As Han Fei spoke, she took out the pastry and stretched it over the well, acting like she wanted to throw it in.
The child's eyes were suddenly attracted, and they all looked straight, more like a wolf.
Seeing that it worked, Han Fei straightened her expression even more, saying, "I count three times. If you don't let go, I will throw it in and not eat it! One..."
Before Han Fei could count, the child had already let go of his mouth obediently, and reached out to grab the cakes in Han Fei's hand. How could Han Fei, who had already suffered a loss, make him succeed, and directly shouted: "Stop ! Stop for me! Otherwise I will throw it in!"
The child's agile movements suddenly stopped. He estimated whether he was jumping fast, or the fat woman's hands were loosening fast, and finally had to stand obediently. Although walking upright made him uncomfortable, he Still willing to tolerate for food.
Han Fei was relieved when he saw that he had finally calmed down, and then became even more sad. How could she look like an animal trainer with food in one hand?