章 1713: Face-slapping, Round 7 (5)

Seeing that Feng Wu was busy burying bombs and setting up a formation again, the prince was amazed. "Miss Feng, are you…"

Feng Wu nodded and resumed working.

The prince asked, "Will we have enough time?"

Little Phoenix, who had been helping Feng Wu bury the bombs, threw a dirty look at him. "We will if you stop distracting Xiao Wu."

The prince immediately covered his mouth with his hands and spoke no more, fearing that he might disturb Feng Wu.

Feng Wu rolled her eyes at Little Phoenix. The bird was quite rude to the prince; luckily, the prince had a mild temper.

But he was still a prince of the grassland.

Little Phoenix said grumpily, "If it wasn't for him, we would never be in such danger. Of course I blame him! Hmph!"

The sweet-tempered prince only smiled bitterly when he heard Little Phoenix's accusation.