Bai Zhi'er blinked her eyes.
Hmm… just spontaneously beat them up?
Of course, she didn't know that Feng Fuce took action because those Imperial Guards made teasing remarks about her.
Feng Fuce is almost never a Demon Lord who personally disciplines mortals.
Unless he is truly provoked.
The Imperial Guards gathered around him, teasingly joking—
"How long have you been with that palace servant, and how far have you gone?"
"Just held hands, kissed lips, did she let you touch her?"
"Her skin is so fair, her waist so slim, she must be quite enchanting."
Feng Fuce was originally holding a book, preparing to read while sorting.
But hearing this, his cold eyes suddenly lifted, looking at the one who spoke.
The Imperial Guard shivered in fear under Feng Fuce's gaze.
"What's wrong? Can't we even joke around?"
Feng Fuce didn't waste words with him, punched directly and knocked out one of his teeth.
The remaining Imperial Guards rushed up, intending to teach Feng Fuce a lesson.
