Wei Yun was stunned. No matter how you hear these words, they all seemed like a trap.

However, he was just talking too much, and now he was in a difficult situation, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Caomin will sacrifice his life for His Highness Nan, even if he sacrifices his life, he will not know what His Highness Nan wants Caomin to sacrifice?"

Although Shui Lingyue and Xiao Yichen on the side did not speak, they were only paying attention to the movements here. When they heard Chu Feng and Wei Yun's words, they had to look at Chu Feng again with admiration.

I just feel that this person is so eccentric that he speaks very skillfully and is linked together, and one word and one trap. If he was born in modern times, he would definitely be a first-class negotiator.

Chu Feng said carelessly: "You are so loyal to me. I will definitely not treat you badly in the future, so how could you take your life for no reason?"

Wei Yun felt at ease when he heard this, kowtowed and thanked him, and said, "The Cao people kowtowed to His Highness, King Nan."

Chu Feng slowly stood up, reached out to put his hand on Wei Yun's left hand, helped him up, and said, "No need to be polite."

Chu Feng helped him with his own hands, and Wei Yun was very excited and was thinking about saying something.

Chu Feng suddenly grabbed his left wrist, pulled his entire left hand in front of him, and looked at him carefully.

This incident suddenly happened. When I looked up, I felt that Chu Feng's expression was extremely strange. Wei Yun felt a sense of fuzzyness in his heart. He wanted to pull his left hand back, but he didn't dare, so he could only say, "Your Highness, the King of Southern?"

Chu Feng looked carefully and nodded, "I will give you a gift now."

As he said that, Chu Feng stretched out his uninjured right hand and gently stroked Wei Yun's slender and beautiful little finger.

Wei Yun suddenly felt that all the hairs on his body were about to stand up.

Shui Lingyue looked at Chu Feng and Wei Yun’s strange posture, and couldn’t help but feel funny. Why did she look so like a powerful rich man who fell in love with Xiao Baicai from the next door?

Xiao Yichen looked at Shui Lingyue's pretty look with slightly curled lips. He knew that she was amused by Chu Feng's behavior. He was very angry and muttered in Shui Lingyue's ear: "What is the Southern King? I'm procrastinating in my work. I think it's almost the same as calling him the King of Procrastinating."

Shui Lingyue looked back at him, too lazy to argue with him, and said, "What do you say is, is it." After saying that, he turned his eyes and continued to pay attention to what happened there.

Wei Yun said in a trembling voice: "What... what gift?"

Chu Feng said slowly: "I will let it grow on my hands." Chu Feng said, and gently tapped Wei Yun's little finger with his right index finger.

When Shuishing Yue heard this gift, she was immediately happy. There was such a gift in the world. Who would be willing to ask for such a gift?

Wei Yun was so scared that his body shook, and he struggled hard with his left hand to break free from Chu Feng's hand.

However, Chu Feng's spiritual power was already above him, and with the identity of the Southern King, Wei Yun did not dare to use too much force after all, so he could not break free no matter what.

Seeing that the time was coming, Shui Lingyue walked over with a scalpel, looked at Wei Yun, and said, "Mr. Wei, I think this is a great gift. Think about it, what is His Highness the King of Southern is? He is the royal family of the Southern Chu State, with a noble status. Your little finger can grow on the hands of His Highness the King of Southern, which is a blessing you have cultivated in your previous life."
Chapter completed!