Destiny Against the Phoenix: The tomboy pulls the sky

Chapter 660 Two

"Holy Lord." Duanmu Baixue found the opportunity, and answered at the right time: "The clansmen of the attendant serve you at any time when you are in Phoenix City, and will not break away from the control of the family, nor will they abandon the affairs under their jurisdiction. , will still perform their duties.”

Doting on the boy of the whole clan?Manchus have no objection?

Damn it, it's all crazy.

"Then, let me ask you, can the clansman whom I summoned and loved find a partner again?" Taking a deep breath, Xiangsi stared at the few people indifferently, and tightly clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves.

"This..." Duanmuling pursed his lips, wondering how to express it.

"Speak, I'll listen." Leng Sen stared at the person, with a rather unfriendly expression of lovesickness.

"This depends on the wishes of the tribe." After pondering for a while, Duanmu Linghei replied bravely: "If he himself is willing to find a partner, the tribe will not mind, but he will never be able to serve the Holy Lord again; if If you don't look for it in your life, you are qualified to wait for the call of the Holy Lord at any time."

The Phoenix family would not mind finding a partner, but Phoenix loves perfection the most. After serving the queen, they will never find another partner. The clansmen who have served the spirit master in the past have always been from the beginning to the end.

If you have served the Holy Lord, then, let alone a lifetime, even ten lifetimes, you will not be willing to find a partner again, even if you only serve him once in a lifetime, you will not regret it.

Duanmu Linghei knew the result very well in his heart, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth.

Saying it means not saying it.

"How many partners can a family member have at most? How many partners and maidservants does the one with the most among the first eight spirit masters have in the family?" Wanting to get angry, but couldn't find a reason, the corners of Acacia's aggrieved eyes turned red, and she searched It took a while to find a breakthrough.

Finished!

Duanmu Lingkong and the others suddenly had a bad omen.

"The whole family has one person and one partner. If half of them are broken, the other half will be married." Duanmu Linghei was also shocked, but he didn't dare to hide it. He replied truthfully: "The first eight Fenglings also had one partner for life. The five companions of Feng Ling died unexpectedly, in order to continue the bloodline, the spirit master summoned two maidservants in the clan, and did not call anyone to serve after leaving the descendants."

It's okay, it's okay, there are no wives and concubines in groups.

It turns out that there is a fine tradition, no wonder the Huashima family's direct lineage is monogamous.

"The style of the Fenghuang family is very good, I am very pleased." In an instant, Acacia was happy, and the fire disappeared with a "huh", and his eyes bent into crescent moons; As the ninth spirit lord, I naturally have to follow the example of the previous eight, stick to the family tradition, and not spoil the inheritance. Let me let this matter of serving you come to an end, and I will not mention it again in the future."

Little Qianxue...

Zi Ji sighed faintly, moved his eyes, and remained as silent as a servant.

what?

Let it go?

Duanmu Lingyun, Duanmu Linglie, Duanmu Lingkong, Duanmu and the four of them were all taken aback, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on them, and their hearts went cold.

"Holy Master, this is not acceptable." Duanmu Lanfeng protested immediately.

Have an objection?

"Why not?" Xiangsi turned her gaze, her small face suddenly sank: "The family tradition is like this, do you still want me to take the lead in ruining the family tradition?"

"Holy Master, it's because you are the Holy Master." Duanmu Lanfeng faced the gaze cast on him, firmly insisted on the reason, and resisted plausibly: "The spiritual masters of all ages have said that if a phoenix spirit is born, at least one member of the clan must be selected. More than a thousand youths served the left and right, spread branches and leaves for the clan, and created the prosperity of the Phoenix clan for hundreds of millions of generations. This is the clan order of the spirit master throughout the ages, and the clan will never violate it."

How can I forget this shit?

"The Lingzhu family's order has been passed down from generation to generation, and the clansmen will keep it in their hearts from generation to generation." Duanmu Linghei, who was suddenly enlightened, nodded quickly in agreement.

I rub!

What 'mess'?

Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself, those first eight are cheating!

For a moment, lovesickness withered.

"Holy Master, the first eight officials said that at least a thousand tribesmen are needed. Now we have selected hundreds of people, which is already very small. You can't let the tribe down, right?" If you insist on not nodding, the tribe will think that we are not good enough to catch your attention."

Threat.

However, she was unable to refute.

"We'll discuss this matter later." Acacia, who was speechless, rubbed her forehead, her face full of helplessness: "The matter of the Lei, Qing, and Hu clans has not been resolved, and the shame of the orc clan has not been cleared. This kind of private matter ,talk about it later."

Procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate a year is a year.

Besides, wait a few years, wait a few years, who knows what will happen to her?

Just drag it until that day.

Quietly glanced sideways at the person who hadn't spoken to him yet, lowered his eyebrows in lovesickness, and suppressed the sadness in his eyes.

"This is not a personal matter, this is the most important thing." Duanmu Linghei seized the opportunity and continued to say, "If the Holy Master spreads the branches and leaves for the family, the family will prosper and the people will be in high spirits, and the cultivation will be more effective with half the effort."

Tired, too tired.

This kind of thing is really exhausting. This kind of thing takes up mental effort rather than physical strength. She would rather refine ten furnaces of 'medicine' than be bombarded by a group of people.

"Patriarch Linghei, I only turned eighteen in July this year, and there are two years left before I reach adulthood. It's really too early for this kind of thing. I'll talk about it later. I'm tired, so I'm going to rest." With a sigh, Acacia 'rubbed' 'rubbed' her forehead, and felt that she was so tired that she was about to collapse.

"Holy Master..." Duanmu Linghei did not give up.

Ugh……

Xiangsi slumped her shoulders, hopped casually onto the nearest big bed, shook off her long hair, leaned on the head of the bed, and signaled to everyone with actions: she was going to sleep.

And that bed was covered with purple quilt, white skirt and purple quilt, and black hair sprinkled on the quilt like clouds, forming a different scenery with lazy people.

Duanmu Lingyun and the others glanced at each other, breathing slightly short of breath.

"Holy Master, please rest early." The big and small phoenixes bowed slightly and left immediately.

It's a joke, if you don't leave, if there is anything, the fire will definitely burn on them. This situation clearly shows that if there is any ignorance, the Holy Lord will be angry.

Heifeng and the others who had been in lovesickness for a while, more or less mastered some temperament, and ran away smartly.

When Xiao Qifeng saw it, he immediately understood the meaning, and followed Huafeng to leave.

The 14 people turned around and rushed to the hall.

Duanmu Linghei was helpless, bent slightly, and moved towards the door step by step.

"Patriarch, I want to have a few words with the Holy Master alone." Looking at the people, and then at the bed, Duanmu stood bravely in the sky, his voice was soft, clear like the tinkling of spring water and melodious.

"Patriarch, I also want to have a few words with Holy Master alone." Duanmu Linglie also refused to move his feet.

"We also want to say a few words to the Holy Master." Duanmu Lingyun and Duanmuhe responded to the call of their partners and firmly supported the proposal.

It’s over.

Acacia's heart skipped a beat, feeling something was wrong.

"Okay." Duanmu Ling's black eyes lit up, his mood was soaring, and he nodded quickly.

He winked at the others, put oil on his feet, and slipped away quickly.

Lan Feng, Bai Xue, and Chang Qing got the cue and moved forward quickly, and opened the door between the inner and outer rooms separated by silver light in a flash.

The people in the inner room watched everyone.

"Guard the phoenix and go to the residence on the other side." Once out of the hall, Duanmu Linghei gestured and led the people, running non-stop.

Even though the big and small seven phoenixes didn't quite understand, they also followed suit.

As soon as a dozen or so people left the hall, they branched out in the corridor to guard Fenghuang to a specific residence, while Duanmu Linghei led the three of them all the way to the courtyard.

"Patriarch and patriarch." All the teenagers in the yard whispered instantly.

"Go back today." Duanmu Lanfeng waved his hand: "Lingkong and the others are talking about the Holy Lord's summoning. Everyone go back and wait. Tomorrow, we will go to the four clans to hear the news."

"Yes." More than seven hundred people were stunned for a moment, and then echoed in surprise in an instant.

They each turned around and followed the four of them towards the outside of the courtyard.

In just a moment, the whole yard was quiet and there was no disturbance.

In the room, sensing the people outside, they finally looked away.

Qian Xueer...

Zi Ji secretly sighed, moved his body, drilled back into the space, and returned to his room in an instant, no longer caring about other things, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Ziji? !

For a moment, Acacia frowned.

Sui Feng in the pavilion in front of the main building, his eyes twitched and he felt bad.

"It's all gone, go to sleep, come tomorrow morning." With a wave of his hand, he also ran away.

"Go back and practice." Yintong signaled to everyone, and went back upstairs first.

The little guy behind followed closely behind, and after only a moment, he disappeared without a trace.

There was silence among Qilin's tears.

The room outside was also quiet.

Who will come and save her?

Can she run?

Hearing four different heartbeats, Acacia was suddenly powerless.

If it was a different place, she would leave directly, hide in Qilin's tears, and let him call him all; but now, she can't.

Whenever she encountered something she didn't want to think about, Ziji took her away or helped her solve it. This time, Ziji didn't say a word. From that reaction, she already knew that everything here, no matter what She had to deal with everything alone, and all her partners couldn't help her.

This is her family, this is her people.

She can't run away when she feels bad like she did to Xue, Hua, and Xun Sanjia. Now, she can't run, let alone shoot everyone into the air.

At this moment, Acacia wants to cry but has no tears.

Duanmu Lingkong and the others looked at each other quietly, turned around together, and walked slowly towards the big purple quilt bed. The four of them walked very slowly, moving step by step, two on the left and two on the left, approaching evenly.

Sheep are like tigers.

Xiangsi felt a sense of crisis in her heart, but it was unavoidable, because she had expected that no matter whether she was standing, sitting or lying down, the result would be the same.

In order not to anger the Holy Master, the four of them stopped gently when they got close to the bedside.

"Holy Master, can I 'touch' 'touch' your hair?" After looking at the noble and unparalleled man, Duanmu Lingkong's gaze stopped on Yang's loose black hair, and there was innocence in his clear phoenix eyes.

"Yeah." Even though she knew in her heart that Chun Zhen might be a big bad wolf who would kill people, Xiangsi still ruthlessly refused.

Duanmu was overjoyed in the air, leaned forward, and flew to the bed at a speed of [-] urgency, floated on the quilt, picked up a handful of black hair, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Insatiable.

The first step was successful.

"Holy Master, we also want to see your black hair." The corners of the other three people's eyes were flushed with jealousy, and their faces were full of hope.

That expression had the tendency to cry if he didn't agree.