Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.
His dark eyes looked at Liu Jiru, who was kneeling in front of him.
Then he turned his head to look at Bai Zhi'er, Chu Ping, Lei Hu, and the others beside him.
Chu Ping spread his hands first: "This child must have gone mad."
Actually wanting to become a disciple of the Marquis.
Lei Hu quickly walked over: "Stop talking nonsense, the Princess just told you, you need to take good care of your health."
Bai Zhi'er's long lashes fluttered: "Yes, judging by your current health, you can't be a Xiu Luo Envoy."
To be a Xiu Luo Envoy, one not only needs excellent skills but also a healthy body.
Because they go out on high-intensity missions every day.
Sometimes, to complete a task, they wouldn't sleep for an entire day.
Looking at Liu Jiru's small frame, within less than half a month, he would fall ill and die in the Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce's gaze was calm as he walked to Bai Zhi'er's side.
