At this moment.
Guoguo let out a short gasp of surprise.
Feng Fuce turned to look at him.
Two Xiu Luo Envoys had grabbed Guoguo's arms.
If not, Guoguo would have almost slipped into the dug pit.
Feng Fuce furrowed his brow: "Can't even stand after running?"
After Guoguo steadied himself, he shook off the help of the two Xiu Luo Envoys.
He retorted defiantly: "I was standing just fine, a gust of wind blew into my eyes, and I almost fell."
Feng Fuce ignored him.
Turning his gaze to Bai Zhi'er again, the little one had already stood up.
Bai Zhi'er had given her blessings to the wrongly deceased Feng Fu.
With the help of the Xiu Luo Envoys, everyone buried Feng Fu's remains next to her husband's grave.
Those gold and silver jewelry and other burial items were also placed to rest underground with Feng Fu.
After the soil was filled, under Bai Zhi'er's request, Feng Fuce personally carved a grave marker for Feng Fu.
