The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo'er's eyes widened, and resentment and anger surged. She tugged at the hem of her skirt fiercely, and gritted her teeth and cursed: "Bitch, she just doesn't want me to have a better life. One day I have to skin her cramps to vent my hatred!"

"clatter……"

It seemed that something had fallen on Feng Mo'er's nose, it was dark and slimy.

Feng Mo'er patronized and was annoyed, and did not respond for a while.

On the contrary, Feng Feier and Nangong Yan suddenly stepped back, frowning at the same time, covering their mouths and noses.

"Mo'er, there is... bird droppings on your face."

"Ah!?" Feng Mo'er was stunned for half a second, and subconsciously "touched" the root of his nose with his hand. As a result... an extremely sour and refreshing smell rushed into the tip of his nose.

Feng Mo'er immediately became refreshed by Xun, grabbed the handkerchief from the sleeve, and wiped it "randomly" against her mouth.

Originally it was just a small piece of bird droppings, but now she rubbed it in a mess, making half of her face yellow, smelly and dirty.

Feng Moer ran forward anxiously, and shouted, "Sister..."

Nangong Yan covered his mouth disgustingly, while holding up his Chen Huang sword, and leaning in front of him: "Don't come here, stay away!"

Feng Mo'er was shocked at the same place.

"clatter……"

It was another bird droppings, which fell down, this time directly on her mouth.

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Feng Mo'er was stupefied, her mouth half-opened, her eyes hanging down looking at the slippery bird droppings stuck to her lips, she didn't even dare to close her mouth easily.

After a while, she spit out the bird droppings with a sound of "Bah...", because of the excessive force, she even smashed her mouth.

Feng Mo'er was so angry that she grabbed the Shuiyun sword and waved it in the air, "Who is here to pretend to be a **** and make a ghost, dare to fool auntie "milk" or "milk" like this. Get out of here with me. get out!"

A cyan figure floated down from the tree branches.

In her hands, she also held a small bird's nest.

Feng Moer saw the smile of the woman standing opposite her, her body was shaking with anger, and her black and smelly face matched the guano of her face.

"Feng Ruchu, you bitch, I killed you, I killed you!"

With that, he stab her directly.

Feng Ruchu had been prepared for a long time, and her figure dodged, avoiding her attack, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, why should Miss San be so angry?"

"Just kidding? You told me that you were joking? Did you make a joke like that?!" Feng Mo'er has always been spoiled and flamboyant, but this time, Feng Ruchu cried angrily.

Since childhood, the elder sister and the prince have loved her very much and loved her very much, but just now the prince used Chen Huang to point her at her because of a bird droppings. This made Feng Mo'er proud of her fragile glass heart. .

Feng Ruchu blinked and put the bird's nest aside, pretending to be flustered, and said: "Yeah, yeah, why are you crying? Where are you going to take my skin cramps? Oh? Why did two bird droppings beat you down?"

"Sanmei, I didn't mean it, I just think your mouth is too stinky. Send you two bird droppings to neutralize it. Maybe you can fight poison with poison."

"You! You..." Feng Mo'er didn't say a word of "you" after ‘you’ for a long time, and finally said: "Look at the sword!"