The Beast Taming Concubine: The Useless Miss Wants to Strik Back

Feng Qingcheng smiled, walked over and squatted down, her face had eyes as clear as blue waves, the curve of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon, and there was not a single flaw on her exquisite face. Little Sable was a little stunned when she saw it.

Feng Qingcheng opened her arms and said, "Come on, I'll hold you while we eat! Don't worry, if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have kept you here yesterday."

The little sable showed a thoughtful look, and then its fear disappeared. It did not resist and was held in Feng Qingcheng's arms.

“I don’t know where this guy came from.”

Mo Yun muttered.

Feng Qingcheng said, "Let's release it after dinner. Maybe someone is looking for it outside."

Hearing these words, the little sable suddenly trembled, and its little claws tightly grasped Feng Qingcheng's clothes. It looked at it with pitiful eyes, with a look of grievance in its eyes, and a layer of mist appeared in its big eyes, as if saying don't abandon me.

"You want to stay?"

The little sable nodded subconsciously.

"But if you're lost, won't your relatives be worried?"

The little sable shook his head with black eyes, then nodded, revealing a hint of confusion, as if he understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Master, let's just keep it. It looks so pitiful, and it's injured. I don't know if it was hurt by its owner." Shuang'er felt distressed and liked this cute little sable very much.

Feng Qingcheng also had a favorable impression of this very psychic Tianxiang Sable Beast, and then said: "How about this, if you are obedient, I will keep you by my side for a while. If your relatives come to look for you, it's up to you whether to leave or stay, how about that?"

The little sable nodded quickly, as if to say, let's do it.

The three of them laughed at its silly look.

The little sable looked at the three people blankly, not knowing what they were laughing at. Then the sable looked at Shuang'er and Mo Yun with contempt, as if to say, these two people are so stupid.

"Master, let's give the little sable a name, or... let's call him Silly Sable!" Shuang'er said happily.

Feng Qingcheng and Mo Yun looked strange. These two words...

As Shuang'er's words came out, the little sable's face suddenly fell. It whimpered, with a look of shame and anger, and shook its head continuously, showing its strong disapproval of the name.

"If you don't like this name, then tell me what your name is? Otherwise we can only choose it ourselves." Feng Qingcheng said jokingly.

The little sable rolled over anxiously, then rolled its black eyes and shouted hurriedly: "Gulu, Gulu!"

"Um... your name is Gulu?"

Feng Qingcheng asked in surprise, is this also a name?

The little sable raised its head with a proud look, as if saying, what do you think, my name is nice, isn't it?

"Gulu, how strange." Shuang'er said to herself, "It would be better to call me Silly Marten."

"Gurgle! Gurgle!" the little sable shouted at Frost.

"Okay, then you can just call me Gulu."

Guru grinned, his eyes as bright as stars.

"Let's start eating, then."

Feng Qingcheng held Guru in her arms, with her left hand falling on the little sable's butt.

Gulu's face turned purple and red, his big eyes were buried in his neck, and he didn't dare to look at anyone.

Feng Qingcheng laughed and said, "You are shy, is it because I touched your butt?"

“Wuwuwu….Wuwuwu!”

Gulu yelled twice in dissatisfaction.

Feng Qingcheng took her hand away, and Guru showed his head, but his face turned purple and full of shame.

When Gulu saw the green pastry on the dining table standing still, his eyes widened, and he stuck out his pink tongue and licked his lips.

Feng Qingcheng took a small bowl and placed it in front of Guru.

Guru was very obedient, lying in front of the bowl with his little paws, staring at Feng Qingcheng with his big black eyes full of desire, with a trace of crystal saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't have to be so formal. Just be casual when eating." Feng Qingcheng shook her head helplessly.

Mo Yun and Shuang'er didn't start eating yet. They were waiting for Feng Qingcheng to pick up her chopsticks first.

When the two heard her say this, they couldn't help but laugh and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Gulu swallowed and pouted.

"You look so greedy. This is osmanthus cake. Do you like it?"

Feng Qingcheng picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it into Guru's bowl.

Gulu immediately showed an excited smile on his face, and gently scratched Feng Qingcheng's white wrist with his little paw. His purple fluffy tail wagged with a look of gratitude, and then he started to eat happily.

Feng Qingcheng was amused by the little sable and put another piece of osmanthus cake in its bowl.

"Woooooooo..."

Guru was very happy, and he ate with a smacking sound of his little mouth. It seemed that he was eating very quickly, but he looked very elegant.

Not knowing where it came from, Feng Qingcheng was somewhat confused, but she could feel that Guru was very simple and had a good heart.

In the following days, Feng Qingcheng stayed in the capital, waiting for news from Xuanyuan Chen.

These days, she found that there were many more people in Lin'an City, and even the inns were full. Most of these people were young men and women, most of them were extraordinary, and some of them even made Feng Qingcheng feel a sense of pressure, which showed that their cultivation strength was not weak.

Later, I learned from the waiter that most of these people were geniuses who went to register for Holy Spirit Academy and wanted to enter the school.

"so many people?"

Mo Yun was stunned and shocked.

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, I can tell you've just arrived in the capital. The Holy Spirit Academy recruits students every three years, and each time it attracts talented people from all over the country. Anyone who thinks they have some ability will come to participate. You should know that the Holy Spirit Academy is the highest institution of learning in Lin'an City. Once you enter and study there, a chicken can turn into a phoenix, and a loach can turn into a dragon."

The waiter shook his head and said something, becoming more and more excited: "Even geniuses from nearby small countries come to participate. This period of time is always the busiest time in Lin'an City."

"I heard that the admission rate is extremely low?" Feng Qingcheng asked while sipping her tea.

"It's more than just extremely low, it's simply... one in a million!" The waiter gestured with his hands, with an amazed expression: "There are tens of thousands of boys and girls participating each time, and the Holy Spirit Academy only recruits a fixed number of 100 people each time."