Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 254
Xia Houyan was carefully observing Ms. Isa Sandria's office, but suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, and thought to herself, these two girls came back so fast, and quickly removed the hay man who seriously violated his portrait rights stuffed into his arms.

Then, Bai Shuang's voice came from a distance outside the door:
"Mourning, mourning the dead, sir?"

Then there was a sound of running, as if Bai Shuang ran back to the door of the study from somewhere.

Xia Houyan thought that Bai Shuang was calling him, and was about to answer, but heard another voice outside the door saying wearily:
"Ah, it's Bai Shuang, I'm back...what, do you have something to do?"

Xia Houyan's expression froze.

Because Bai Shuang's voice outside the door seemed to be the same as his own voice...

exactly the same...

Bai Shuang's voice came through the door, and seemed a little confused:

"Ah...but, but Mourning the Dead, didn't you just enter the study? You...why did you come back from outside the headquarters?"

long silence.

Xia Houyan felt a drop of cold sweat trickle down his forehead, as heavy as a rolling stone.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of "Eliot Igor" outside the door calmly replied:
"When I entered the study just now, I was wearing the same black cloak? I also wore purple hyacinths on my shoulders?"

"Yes... yes..." Bai Shuang obviously couldn't understand the situation, and stammered.

There was another moment of silence. Just as the senior officials of Xiahou looked around to find a ventilation pipe that could run away, "Eliot Igor" outside the door replied indifferently:

"I was just now experimenting with an escape mechanism capable of short-distance teleportation. I teleported it outside the headquarters after entering the study... So far, the effect seems to be good, so don't be nervous."

Xia Houyan was stunned.

Bai Shuang outside the door also seemed relieved:

"That's good, I also said why you changed places without anyone noticing... Then, the list of believers that you asked Xuan Bing and me to get just now, we continued to go to the underground secret vault to get it?"

"The list of believers..." The official mourner lady outside the door seemed to chew on these words, and then said coldly, "Okay, you go ahead and get it... your 'mourners' need this very much What about the stuff..."

Xia Houyan could almost feel the murderous intent in his fiancée's voice.

Only Bai Shuang, who seemed to have no strings in her head, happily agreed, and then walked away.

After a moment of calm, the doorknob of the study was turned.

Xia Houyan watched helplessly as another "mourner" wearing a black robe and hyacinth on his shoulder walked into the study slowly and stared at him, squeezing out a super stiff and embarrassed smile.

One true and one false, the two mourners of the "Thin Burial Sect" looked at each other quietly.

Lord Frost Maple Ridge roared in his heart:
I grass, I grass, I grass!How the hell did this little girl come back so fast!

He originally thought that he could take advantage of Isa's absence and pretend to be her identity to get some secrets of the Blessing Sect, but he didn't expect that after Isa Sandria escaped from the downtown, she rushed back to the cult headquarters without stopping at all...

"Uh..." a certain six-eared macaque asked tentatively, "How are you?"

A weary sigh came from the depths of Isa Sandria's black hood.She stretched out her slender hand, and slowly took off the hood, revealing that fair and pretty face with a shy face.

Of course, there was a bruise on the side of Yisha's cheek at this time, which was accidentally hit when she was pushed down on the street by someone just now.

Isa Sandria stared intently at the bewildered Xibei mourner, slowly took a small green conch from her neck, and asked coldly in her own soft and waxy voice:

"Is it fun to pretend to be me, my dear fiancé, respected Lord Shuangfengling?"

The matter has come to this point, and it seems that there is no way to escape. Xia Houyan simply smashed the jar, took off his hood, pointed at the "foley snail" clenched in Yisha's small fist, and replied categorically:

"My Miss Yisha, it seems that you pretended to be me first, right? Our Shuangfengling is very copyright-conscious, use my voice casually, did you pay me?!"

Even in the dim light of the study, Isa Sandria's face seemed to be a little flushed;

Then, with her hands on her hips, she glared angrily at the Lord Shuangfengling who showed her true face, and said angrily:

"Who, who said that your voice is the only one in the whole continent! I, I can use whatever voice I want!"

"What about this one?" Xia Houyan took out the Shuangfengling lord doll from his bosom, and held it up in front of Yisha's eyes, "Have you obtained the permission of our Shuangfengling Copyright Bureau for using my image to tie the villain?"

Isa Sandria's movements and expressions froze at the same time.

She subconsciously glanced at her desk, and sure enough, she found that the little doll she usually loved to sleep with had disappeared.

The countess of the stigmata whose private life had been brutally exposed and the mourner of the Thin Burial Sect glared at the lord angrily, almost biting her lip to bleed.

"How about this, our Shuangfengling is encouraging cultural construction, turn a blind eye to piracy..." Xia Houyan shook the doll in his hand, shrugged, "Imitate my voice, five gold coins, Make a doll in my image, eight gold coins, Isa, you only need to pay me thirteen—"

Xia Houyan didn't have time to say the second half of his sentence.

Because he had to bend down to avoid a "foley conch" full of shame and anger that broke through the air.

"Eliot Igor!" Isa Sandria's demeanor at this time did not have the elegance, charm and temptation at the dinner party, but only the anger of a girl who wanted to burn half the sky, "You just hit I!"

Xia Houyan's brain short-circuited.

In his expectation, whether Isa Sandria accused him of pretending to be a mourner or stealing secrets of the sect, it was justifiable, and it is normal for her organization to be infuriated after being infiltrated;

But... what is "you hit me just now"?

Compared with the fate of the "Thin Burial Sect", is this little shit really worth worrying about?

"Dear Miss Yisha, please forgive me..." Xia Houyan wiped his hair and said coolly, "This lord has beaten countless people in the land of broken souls. If everyone who has been beaten by me demands an apology, I will His mother is going to bow until the waist disc protrudes..."

In the next second, the lord is not so cool.

Because Isa Sandria had already pounced on him like a wild cat, beating his arm frantically with her powerless little fist.

Xia Houyan squatted down in an extremely concealed manner: I have been working too much at my desk these days, and my shoulders and neck are sore, just in time for this crazy chick to beat my master...

However, Isa Sandria's scraping massage didn't last long. The enraged Countess of Stigmata grabbed the lord's chest and pointed at the bruise on her face:
"This! You just bumped into it!"

"Uh... it should be... right?" Because Isa's face was too close, Xia Houyan had to tilt her head back to avoid her rose-scented breath and see Isa clearly. The wound on the face.

"You are responsible!" Isa said angrily.

"Huh?" Xia Houyan smiled dryly, "Dear Miss Yisha, my lord has beat up countless people in the Land of Soul Breaking. If everyone I beat up is held accountable, I'll fucking—"

"Rub it for me!" Isa Sandria said angrily.

The lord opened his mouth, but was speechless.

After saying a word, Yisha also seemed to regret a little, her eyes flickered for a while.

Xia Houyan tentatively stretched out two fingers, put them on Yisha's cheeks, and rubbed them.

Feels great.

"Um...Isa, did your butt hurt from falling just now?" He retracted his hand and asked with a smirk, "That...do I still need to be responsible?"

Isa Sandria angrily raised her face and stared at this shameless guy, her cheeks were flushed red, and she didn't know whether it was from anger or shame——

——Then, completely out of Xia Houyan's expectation, she let out an inaudible "hmm".

Lord Shuangfengling was stunned for a moment, then he resolutely obeyed, stretched out his hand around Isa's back, covered her injury and rubbed vigorously.

But when he lowered his head to look at Isa's expression, he found that the chick had lowered her head deeply, only showing him a small head with hair like clouds.

Then, Isa slapped his evil hand away, stretched out her arms and pushed him back a few steps, and finally raised her head to stare at the lord again.

The blush on the face of the Countess of Stigmata has not yet faded, but her expression has become cold and serious again.

Xia Houyan raised his hands innocently to show that he was harmless to humans and animals.

"You..." Yisha probably gritted her teeth before maintaining her businesslike and indifferent tone, "...why are you on the street, why are you chasing me...chasing——"

Isa Sandria pursed her lips before reluctantly continuing:
"—Chasing me, the mourner of the Thin Burial Sect? Also, why do you want to pretend to be me? What are your plans for the Thin Burial Sect? Dear Master Shuangfengling, please answer these questions for me!"

Xia Houyan rolled his eyes:

"I declare first... I didn't deliberately pretend to be you... It's purely because your two bodyguards can't recognize anyone..."

Yisha seemed to mutter something bitterly, then stared at the official Xiahou and said sharply:

"'No deliberate impersonation'?! Then what's going on with your Mok robe and purple hyacinth?!"

Xia Houyan spread his hands:
"Please, Ms. Isa, I was originally going to join you. Isn't this a special dress for joints that is easy to identify..."

"Joint?!" Isa Sandria was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "But...but I'm not here to see... come to see..."

"According to the plan, you were going to meet with the dear president of the Shador Chamber of Commerce today, who is also the chief priest of the imperial capital of your Bofu sect, right?" Xia Houyan blinked slyly, "I'll tell you a little secret, in the past few days, Chairman Shador is visiting our Igor family..."

Isa's eyes changed several times in a few seconds, and finally attributed to resentment:
"So it was Shador who revealed the news of the joint to you? He took you to the 'Midnight Star' and joined me instead of him? He is the majestic priest of the imperial capital, and he betrayed the Bofu Sect and obeyed an outsider?"

"To be honest, the loyalty of the staff of your Bobu sect is too low." Xia Houyan said helplessly, "I strongly suggest that you learn how to carry out ideological construction from Tom Lawrence, the director of the Political Department of Shuangfengling..."

A small fist hit his chest hard, this time it seemed to be constricted, and it hurt a little.

"When did you catch Shador?" Isa asked through gritted teeth.

"A few days ago." Xia Houyan rubbed his chest and smiled wryly.

"How did he..." Isa snorted halfway through the question, "...forget it, since it's you, there must be a way to find out the identity and whereabouts of our believers..."

Isa was silent for a moment, then raised her head and stared at the lord:

"Kidnapping our imperial priest, wanting to meet me, a mourner, and pretending to be me to ask for the list of believers... Tell me, what do you want to do to our Thin Burial Sect by doing these things?"

"I still want to ask you this, my dear fiancee Miss Isa Sandria." Xia Houyan smiled at Isa who was stunned, "As an imperial nobleman and the countess of Stigmata, how could you Secretly becoming a mourner of the Thin Burial Sect, the leader of an underground cult...Miss Isa Sandria, what are you trying to do?"

Isa shook her head silently, her tone suddenly became softer:
"Eliott, let's be fair, you answer my question first, and I'll answer your question."

Anyway, today's plan was to have a showdown with the mourners. Xia Houyan didn't care about it at all, and replied directly:
"I want to sponsor the Thin Burial Sect."

"Like...sponsorship?" Isa ate.

"Yes, sponsorship."

Isa's expression turned cold:
"In my opinion, your Igor family's sponsorship is fake, and it's true that you want to control the Bourgeois Sect behind the scenes?"

"Of course you can understand that." Xia Houyan shrugged, "Your sect needs money to grow and grow, and our Igor family needs to secretly maintain a certain amount of control and influence in the interior of the empire—I think this is a win-win deal. "

Isa lowered her head and said nothing.

Xia Houyan saw that the other party did not directly express his rejection, and it seemed that there was something going on, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot:
"Isa, as long as you allow our Igor family to sponsor the Thin Burial Sect, you death believers are still free to hold ceremonies and attract congregants, but one day the Igor family needs it, and you may do your best to help." ...Look, even that 'Midnight Star' brothel is backed by the Shador Chamber of Commerce? The times are different, and there is only a dead end to stick to the closed door and build a car. For the sake of self-development, it is not shameful to accept the sponsorship of the Igor family ..."

Yisha remained silent, her delicate body trembling slightly in the dark.

But in the end, as if she had made a huge determination, she bit her lip and raised her head, looking directly into the eyes of Lord Shuangfengling, tremblingly said:
"I...I refuse! I, Isa Sandria, am the mourner of the Thin Burial Sect. I...I must not let this sect just become your slave and puppet of your Igor family! No, otherwise..."

She paused, and then said in a voice as thin as a gnat:

"Otherwise...how can I be worthy of you..."

(End of this chapter)