A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Feng Jiutian expressionlessly pulled back the hairpin and walked past the old woman's convulsing body.

The servants in the courtyard had come to provide support and watch the excitement, but to their surprise, the area suddenly fell silent.

Looking back, I noticed the bloodstains and the body lying stiffly on the ground.

Silence fell instantly.

"Ah! Killed!"

Suddenly a maid screamed.

Feng Jiutian glanced at her, then with a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained hairpin flew out and grazed past her eyes.

He was so frightened that he fainted immediately...

The remaining people around retreated in terror, watching Feng Jiutian, who seemed to be descending from hell.

"Anyone else want to try?" Feng Jiutian cracked his knuckles and sneered.

Those people looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and horror.

Suddenly, someone raised their arm and shouted.

"What are you afraid of! With so many of us, why would we be afraid of a little girl like her!"

Upon hearing this, the others also became restless, rubbing their hands together and approaching Feng Jiutian as if they were preparing to capture her.

Stupid person!

Feng Jiutian sneered inwardly.

The first person to approach lunged at Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian's body swayed, and everyone only saw a blur before the man clutched his wrist and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Several slaves exchanged glances, and the rest rushed forward together.

Feng Jiutian curled her lips into a smile, her slender figure quickly weaving through the crowd.

"Uh... ah..."

Amidst screams and groans, by the time Feng Jiutian regained his footing, the ground was littered with corpses.

And just then!

The person whose wrist was broken first struggled to his feet and knelt down in front of Feng Jiutian with a thud, banging his head against the ground repeatedly.

"Grandma, I was wrong. Please spare my life! I'll serve you like a slave from now on!"

Feng Jiutian sneered, lifted the man's chin with her toe, and said softly with a smile, "Go tell your philandering master that I'm waiting for him here."

The man trembled as he looked up, his breath catching in his throat.

At this moment, Feng Jiutian still looked sallow, thin, and ugly, but his phoenix eyes shone brightly, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

After hearing Feng Jiutian's words, he quickly kowtowed twice more, then hurriedly got up and ran out.

Bored, Feng Jiutian glanced at the pile of corpses, kicked two of them off, and then sat down on them.

When she moved just now, I could feel how frail her body was.

In this way, she can only use about a third of her abilities at most, so it seems she still needs to practice more.

Feng Jiutian had made up her mind and was wondering who this 'husband' she had never met was when a series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Feng Jiutian looked up and saw a middle-aged man enter. He had a frivolous expression, large eye bags that almost drooped onto his face, and a stout build.

Who is this person?

Just as Feng Jiutian was wondering what was going on, the old man snapped out of his shock at the sight of the corpses scattered all over the ground and shouted angrily at the top of his lungs.

"Feng Jiutian, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you married me. Come with me to see the authorities! I want to see what kind of trouble you can cause!"

What?

The usually calm and composed Feng Jiutian almost lost her composure, wondering if she had misheard. This old man in front of her was actually saying that she wanted to marry him?

After looking the person up and down, Feng Jiutian spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"Are you my husband? Are you sure you're not my father-in-law?"