Bai Zhi'er used her small hand to grasp the sword hilt, handing the treasure sword to Feng Fuce.
The latter paused with cold eyes, looking into the little one's lively eyes, and eventually stretched his palm to take back the sword.
Could it be, she wanted him to help take action?
Feng Fuce slightly raised his brows.
Bai Zhi'er looked towards Historian Wang.
Suddenly, she raised her small hand, and gave two slaps on his palm, "pa pa".
Like slapping a hand board.
But after all, Bai Zhi'er was still small, how much strength could she have.
"Punishment's done!" The little one said in a soft voice: "You did something wrong, so I slapped your hand, let's call it even!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
That's it?
Prince Kang said: "Zhi'er, don't be afraid, this Historian Wang said some unpleasant things before, you should really give him a good lesson!"
"You don't dare to take action, right? Let third uncle do it!"
After Prince Kang spoke, he really was about to stand up.
