Zhi'er lowered her head and took note of Erya's condition.
She responded calmly, "Of course."
Then Zhi'er lifted her head, "Erya, look directly into Brother Fu Ce's eyes."
Erya turned her head to look at Feng Fuce.
But after just one glance, she nervously lowered her head in fear.
The gaze of Marquis Wan was pitch black, like an abyss, terrifying.
Erya even trembled, "I'm scared."
Zhi'er rested her chin on her hand, "It's not you who's scared; it's the thing following you that's scared."
She instructed Erya's parents to hold her firmly and lift her chin, forcing her to stare directly into Feng Fuce's eyes.
Feng Fuce sat there coldly, unmoved like a mountain.
The clear and fierce hostility emanating from him was the sharpest sword against ghosts and spirits!
Erya stared into his eyes and began to cry and struggle.
"I don't want to, my head hurts, Dad, Mom, let me go!"
But Zhi'er said straightforwardly, "Hold her tight, don't let go!"
