772 Digestion: Even the best cooperation can lead to mistakes

Feng Qingchen had never had high hopes for her cooking skills. She quietly observed the Ninth Uncle while eating. Seeing that the Ninth Uncle did not spit out the food, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and gave up the idea of ​​explaining.

What is there to explain? Explanation is covering up, and covering up means it is true. A doctor who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook. She has no plan to be a general, so she is definitely not a good cook.

Anyway, the rice is cooked and the dishes are edible, at least the Ninth Prince won't be hungry. Feng Qingchen couldn't eat any more after eating one bowl of rice. Her cheeks hurt from eating so much.

On the other hand, the Ninth Prince was eating with gusto, clearing away all the food on the table in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Prince with admiration. The Ninth Prince could eat such pig food, which showed that he was really able to endure hardships. In the future, she would get angry with anyone who said that the Ninth Prince was pampered and loved to enjoy himself.

The Ninth Prince put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Feng Qingchen's blank expression, and said coldly: "It tastes bad."

After saying that, he glanced at Feng Qingchen, focusing on her hands, making sure that there was nothing wrong with her hands. Just as she said, cooking would not hurt her hands, then he stood up and walked out.

He ate too much and was full. He wanted to go out to digest the food. At the same time, he thought carefully, why did Feng Qingchen not hurt herself when the cook in his house cooked so horribly? Was it because Feng Qingchen's cooking was too unpalatable?

Makes sense!

He had said before that he would not let Feng Qingchen cook, but Feng Qingchen insisted and repeatedly assured him that he would not hurt himself. Although the food was a little unpalatable, as long as he did not get hurt, it was fine and he did not ask for much.

"Tsk, you eat so much even though it tastes bad. People who don't know you would think you are starving." Feng Qingchen rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up the dishes.

Well, she was still very happy about the support of the Ninth Prince Uncle. She knew how the Ninth Prince Uncle felt when eating the food, just like how she felt when eating his burnt meat. However, she was more kind than the Ninth Prince Uncle and did not say the word "unpalatable" after eating.

Feng Qingchen cleaned up the dishes, boiled a bucket of water for a bath, and boiled a large bucket of water for the Ninth Uncle. However, when the water cooled down, the Ninth Uncle still hadn't returned. Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Uncle was most likely in trouble.

After cleaning up the traces in the house and making sure nothing was left behind, Feng Qingchen walked out holding the gun.

The small hut was far away from the village. Feng Qingchen knew that given the Ninth Prince's cautiousness, he would definitely not go to crowded places. She checked the traces on the ground and found that the Ninth Prince's anti-reconnaissance ability was too strong. There were no traces on the ground, and the dead grass and branches next to it did not show any signs of shaking or breaking.

How should she find someone? Feng Qingchen felt a little regretful that she had not learned some reconnaissance techniques at the beginning. Now, she was completely in the dark and there were roads everywhere. Which direction should she go?

As for the whereabouts of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen could only guess. The Ninth Prince would not go to crowded places. There was a mountain behind, and on the left was the road they took when they came. Feng Qingchen guessed that the Ninth Prince must have gone into the mountain, because it was easy to be ambushed in the mountains. The Ninth Prince went out to check the surrounding environment, and of course he would not let go of the back mountain.

It was not completely dark yet. With the dim light, Feng Qingchen nimbly jumped into the back mountain and walked forward quietly. A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen smelled the smell of blood in the air.

"We're in danger indeed." Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, slowed down his pace again, and walked through the forest like a ghost.

After walking about a hundred meters, he heard the sound of fierce fighting and the smell of blood became stronger. Feng Qingchen did not take the path, but crouched down and dived into the bushes.

The experience of surviving in the dense forests of Yunnan came in handy. Although Feng Qingchen could not do what the special forces did and jump into the bushes without breaking even a leaf, she was able to do it in the bushes without making any sound.

It was getting closer and closer. Through the branches, Feng Qingchen could see the sparks from the collision of swords and of course a figure surrounded by people. Feng Qingchen could recognize that figure at a glance and would never think of anyone else except the Ninth Prince.

Since the other party was bullying her by outnumbering her, she might as well just shoot them from the dark.

"Huh..." Feng Qingchen leaned against the tree and took a breath. After checking that the magazine was correct, Feng Qingchen took action.

"Bang..." The bullet flew out from the black muzzle of the gun and shot towards the black shadow that was fighting. The moment the gun went off, the Ninth Prince knew who the person was.

The only person in this world who could hear such a sound was that woman.

The people who were besieging the Ninth Prince knew that his helpers had arrived, and they also heard Wei Hua mention the lethality of this hidden weapon, but they could not hide even if they wanted to.

The bullet flew like a beam of light. The Ninth Prince had already taken precautions at the first moment. When the man in black within the range tried to dodge, the Ninth Prince kicked him in the air and directly onto the bullet.

Puff... The bullet penetrated into the opponent's body. Feng Qingchen didn't need to aim at all. As long as Feng Qingchen shot, the Ninth Prince would be able to kick the opponent onto the bullet in the most appropriate time.

"Is this possible?" Feng Qingchen was shocked.

As expected, no one can stop a gangster who knows martial arts. If someone like the Ninth Prince joined the army in modern times, he would definitely be able to receive the highest honor. It's amazing.

Feng Qingchen considered whether he should accumulate more medical ethics so that he could exchange them for two AK47s. Feng Qingchen was certain that AK47 would shine most dazzlingly in the hands of the Ninth Prince.

Ahem, thinking too far ahead, let's deal with the enemy in front of us first. Since there is no need to hide the target, Feng Qingchen will not bother to do that. The bullet is fired in the direction that is conducive to the attack of the Ninth Prince.

"Bang, bang..."

Every time Feng Qingchen fired a shot, the Ninth Prince would kick one person onto the bullet. The tacit cooperation between the two made the people who were besieging the Ninth Prince sweat secretly, but Feng Qingchen was having a lot of fun.

Bang... Another shot was fired. This time, there was no need for the help of the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen directly killed the last person. As this person fell to the ground, a strange silence filled the forest.

The Ninth Prince stood quietly without moving, the long sword in his hand still dripping blood, "click, click", it sounded extremely creepy; Feng Qingchen leaned against the back of a tree to catch his breath, and changed the bullets by the way. With a clatter, the bullets rolled, covering up the sound of dripping blood.

Both of them knew that since their tracks had been discovered by the Xiling Jinyiwei, it would not be easy for them to leave again.

"Snap." Feng Qingchen loaded a new magazine and was about to put away the old magazine in his hand. When he moved, he found someone in front of him. Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly raised his gun. Before he could think about why this person was in front of him and he didn't even notice it, he was strangled by the person opposite.

The man who came had no thought of showing any mercy to Feng Qingchen. He grabbed Feng Qingchen's neck and lifted her up. At the same time, he slapped Feng Qingchen on the body to relieve the force on her hands.

"Uh..." Her feet moved away, and she was unable to breathe. Feng Qingchen did not struggle, but looked at the person in front of her. She wanted to know who could walk in front of her when she had no idea and attack her so quickly. But when she looked, she found that there was nothing to see except a black shadow.

The man was wrapped in black clothes, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes. The black shadow snorted coldly, and a cold voice sounded above Feng Qingchen's head: "Are you Feng Qingchen, the one who hurt my disciple?"

Hearing what the black shadow said, the Ninth Prince knew that the person coming was Wei Hua's master, the deputy leader of the Jinyiwei nicknamed Shadow.

"Shadow? The Jinyiwei actually sent you to take action. You really gave me face." The Ninth Prince rushed forward at the first moment, but because Feng Qingchen was in the opponent's hands, he did not dare to move. He stared at Shadow with full vigilance, waiting for the opportunity to take action...