The Summoner in the Ice Coffin of the Allure

Chapter 295 Who is the master?
As soon as Feng Weiyi died, the crystals reached Feng Wurao's brows. Naturally, there would be no saintess of Nanzhao in this world.

The saintess is gone, of course, the soul of Cangyue is also gone. What's left is that this place has always been just the legendary city of mists in people's mouths-Xiangyunshuixie!
"Miss Feng, Tingyu Pavilion is ready, do you need to move the son's fake body now?" In the distance, a maid in a lotus-colored short coat brought a tray over.

Tingyu Pavilion is the favorite residence of Feng Wurao, the owner of Xiangyunshui Pavilion. Usually, he is the only one here, so Tingyu Pavilion must be the place where he stayed the longest.

"No need, go directly to Xiangyun Cave."

"Girl..." The maid was a little surprised, Xiangyun Dongtian?Isn't that where the son is retreating?
"Girl, but didn't you say that the son can't disturb anyone when he is in retreat now?"

"Are you the master or am I the master?"

Unexpectedly, after the maid's words fell, the girl in Niyi who was walking in front suddenly turned her head and said sharply.

The maid was startled, and then knelt on the ground with a pale face: "Xiao He doesn't dare, just follow the girl's instructions."

In Xiangyunshuixie, who is the one who has the final say here?How could they, the servants, not know?
After hurriedly packing up the things in her hand, Xiao He raised the corner of her skirt and quickly ran towards Tingyu Pavilion.

Listening to Yuge, if this woman named Fengji said she was going to Xiangyundongtian, then the fake body of the young master who had already performed illusions by her must be well hidden, otherwise, she will die later. But she's not alone.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, where's the young master's jade carving?" As soon as the door was opened, the panic-stricken girl asked.

Xiaoyun, the one who was in charge of the Tingyu Pavilion affairs with her this time, but at this moment, in this flowery courtyard, in addition to the thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, there are also stone tables that have long been placed in the courtyard. The exquisite things on the page, the girl named Xiaoyun, has disappeared at all.

Finished!

Almost instantly, she swayed, and her footsteps rushed out of the courtyard gate like arrows from the string.

Sure enough, before she could get close to the shimmering pavilion, a very light voice floated over: "Elder Si Ye, you are here."

Si Ye old man! !
Even being struck by lightning is not an exaggeration!
Xiao He shivered and hugged the big tree beside her, and her eyes stared at the maid in pink who was still pouring drinks for a few people in the pavilion.

Xiaoyun, please ask yourself for more blessings——

Before a thought came to his mind, there was a crisp sound in his ears, and he quickly fixed his eyes. When he entered his eyes, he saw that the white-robed young man who was sitting at the table was looking like a broken piece of porcelain. It was shattered to pieces.

"Uncle Si Ye, this..." What followed was the stunned voice of the man in purple holding a person.

Xiao He was about to flee, but just turned around, a gust of wind blew past her, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had been thrown high into the air.

"Ah! Grandpa Si Ye, it's none of the servant's business, and the servant also obeyed Miss Feng's orders." Both sides were dead, so he simply resorted to it.

But what he didn't expect was that the vicious old ghost Si Ye would let her down when he heard this.

(End of this chapter)