However, Feng Fuce’s expression was indifferent, not showing the slightest fear.
He directly reached out and grabbed the scruff of Dahua’s neck.
He lifted it up just like that.
The tabby cat, from pretending to be fierce, turned into a frantic mess, clawing with its four paws.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly and instructed, "Bring some meat."
The Xiu Luo Envoy hurriedly brought a plate of bloody meat.
Feng Fuce turned his head slightly, his gaze cold, "Normal meat."
After a moment, the Xiu Luo Envoy finally brought a small dish of minced meat.
Feng Fuce put the plate down along with the cat.
Dahua wanted to run, but the minced meat smelled too good.
Its chubby body curled up into a ball and began to eat the meat, occasionally raising its eyes to warily observe its surroundings.
Feng Fuce patiently watched it finish eating.
Perhaps it wasn’t full, Dahua started rubbing against Feng Fuce’s leg, meowing loudly in protest.
Feng Fuce’s cold eyebrows twitched slightly at the sight of the orange ball acting cute, unmoved.
He reached out and poked Dahua’s belly.
"There’s a little rascal feeding you every day. Why do you still look like you’re not getting enough to eat?"
The tabby cat didn’t understand what he was saying, but suddenly it fell over as if pushed over by Feng Fuce.
It staged a dramatic fall right there!
It spun around with no shame, revealing its soft belly to Feng Fuce.
"Meow~" Dahua’s cat ears twitched.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
It turns out the cats Bai Zhi’er raises are just as greedy as she is.
The young man glanced sideways, a faint hint of amusement in his cold, stern eyes.
"Bring some more meat."
Almost at that moment, Master and Second Master, who were soaked in a barrel of salt, slowly came to.
Master’s injuries were the most severe.
He was so weak that he had lost the ability to escape.
"Emperor..." Master murmured weakly, "I know I was wrong, please don’t kill me, I’ll confess everything—"
Looking at him, he seemed to be so frightened that he had lost his mind.
In the neighboring salt barrel, compared to Master, Second Master was somewhat more conscious.
He couldn’t stop lamenting, and the wounds on his body felt like they were being cut with a dull knife!
Wanting to escape, but helplessly held down by two Xiuluo Guards, unable to move!
Second Master saw, not far ahead, there was a young man dressed in a Shura Evil Beast Xuan Brocade Robe, crouching down, looking at a cat.
Even though he could only see the back, he recognized it was the notorious Marquis Wan!
Thinking of Feng Fuce’s infamous misdeeds and various rumors about his ruthless bloodlust!
Second Master was so terrified that he burst into tears.
Didn’t the Emperor say he was willing to give them a chance to confess?
How did it turn into a severe beating, and upon waking up, they found themselves here at the Xiuluo Guard?
Clearly, it’s a dead end!
Second Master thought of his impending death, his sobbing turning into a wail of pain from his swelling wounds.
Dahua was obviously frightened by his voice.
Disregarding its playful begging, it quickly got up with a roll and dashed away like a nimble little chubby.
Feng Fuce frowned discontentedly.
He stood up, turned his head nonchalantly, and looked back.
Under his long eyebrows, a pair of sharp, icy eyes seemed full of hostility in the shadowy prison.
An expression of annoyance from being disturbed.
Feng Fuce turned around, stepping forward, coldly ordering, "Increase the punishment, interrogate thoroughly."
The harsh punishment, accompanied by the cries and pleas of the prisoners, continued until dusk.
Feng Fuce had thought that the tabby cat Dahua was too scared and might not come again.
But as night fell, a chubby orange silhouette peeked around in the prison once more.
Feng Fuce looked up, seeing Dahua’s plump body, but agilely scurrying with a sprint.
It nimbly jumped over some bloody puddles.
At his feet, it kept rubbing against Feng Fuce’s pant leg.
It had actually come back for more food.