Chapter 142
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Who said she couldn't improve? Feng Wu thought to herself. She was already able to cultivate. Furthermore, she had fused with her Master's Divine Blood of the Phoenix. No one could estimate what she would become in the future!
"So?" Feng Wu smiled at him.
"So, do you want to come to my house and be a little chef? Northern Feng Mansion will always be open for you and we'll protect you, "Young Lord Feng said with a smile.
Feng Wu rolled her eyes.
Feng Xun settled for the next best thing. "Gosh, don't roll your eyes at me. You don't want to be my little cook, do you? That doesn't matter. How about becoming Senior Jun's cook? "
Feng Xun gloated, thinking that Feng Wu would say yes for sure. Because she liked Boss Jun, and it was so obvious.
Feng Wu rolled her eyes again. "In your dreams!"
"How is this whimsical? Are you hoping that you can become the Crown Prince's concubine in this life? The future mother of the world? " Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu in disbelief. "You're the one with the wildest dreams, okay? Which dynasty and which generation's empress would be trash? "
Feng Wu had a feeling that Feng Xun's words would have infuriated her if she hadn't been so forgiving. She could only glare at him.
"Am I not telling the truth?" Feng Xun was bewildered.
Feng Wu smirked. "Who said I can't cultivate? I'm telling you, I'll be a Spirit Master level one tomorrow! "
"Pfft —" Feng Xun burst out laughing. He patted Feng Wu on the shoulder. "Alright, alright. Don't say that out of spite. You'll never be able to cultivate. You have no connection to spiritual essence, kid."
Feng Wu smirked. "What will you do if I become a Level 1 Spiritual Master tomorrow?"
Even Old Man Ba didn't know that Feng Wu was making a Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill. Even if he did, he wouldn't know that it was made with the juice of an Immortal Spiritual Fruit.
Therefore, if she could cultivate, she wouldn't necessarily need the Immortal Spiritual Fruit.
"If you become a Level 1 Spiritual Master tomorrow, I'll give you anything you want!" Feng Xun promised.
"You said it."
"I will."
"A gentleman's word —"
"I can't take back my words —"
Feng Wu turned to leave, but Feng Xun stopped her at that moment. "Let me take those clothes for you."
"No!" Feng Wu refused loudly.
Feng Xun rubbed his ears, which were almost deafened by the girl's shrill voice.
"If you can't, then you can't. Why are you shouting so loudly? Is there any secret in your clothes?" Feng Xun stared curiously at the clothes in Feng Wu's arms, and his clear eyes flickered with curiosity.
Feng Wu took a deep breath. She had to calm down.
Before she could come up with an excuse, the inner door opened.
"Miss Wu —" Granny Zhao, her mother's personal maid, glanced at the clothes in Feng Wu's arms and asked, "What's wrong?"
An idea struck Feng Wu. "The wind blew it to the ground and it's covered in dust. I'm going to take it back and clean it up."
Granny Zhao walked out in a hurry and said, "Miss Wu, your top priority is to keep the guest company. I'll do the cleaning. Miss Wu, give me the dirty clothes."
Feng Wu could teach Granny Zhao how to clean the clothes, but if Granny Zhao opened the clothes and shook them in front of everyone … she would be dead meat!
Hence, Feng Wu turned down the offer with a smile. "Granny Zhao, you're very busy, especially taking care of my mother. I dropped the clothes, so I'll wash them."
Feng Wu felt like breaking down …
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