Chapter 52: Young Master, Please Wait

Feng Yin was displeased.

He was tempted to crash in and give him a good beating.

Feng Ying seemed to sense Feng Yin's frustration, quickly crawling out of his pocket and up to Feng Yin's collar.

Its tiny, sharp nails climbed on Feng Yin's soft clothes as he moved, without damaging the fabric at all.

It crawled up to his collar, then nestled its soft body under Feng Yin's chin, contracting into his collar...

Its small head gently rubbed against Feng Yin's face, as if trying to comfort him: don't be angry, don't be angry.

I'm with you, don't be mad anymore, okay...

Feng Yin felt his heart nearly melt.

"I'm not mad, could I ever get upset with such a lowlife? Besides, I have morals, martial ethics, artistic ethics... but I digress."

Feng Yin's face warmed up, completely forgetting about the impulse he had to slug that man a moment ago.

While walking westward with the soft little creature under his chin, he felt an odd tension in Yuezhou city.