Miss Eight Series Summoner

Inside the room.

Feeling the trembling vibration outside the room, Zuo Yufei's eyes couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

Hurry up, as long as he can open the barrier before his father arrives, he won't believe it, who can keep him locked.

For that Black Lian'er, no one would let him know her character better.

It may irritate her, perhaps catch her power, and open the barrier.

"Ugly monsters, look at your usual foxes, arrogant, domineering, and indomitable appearances. So, you just embroidered your legs at this point? Haha..."

"Worry, don't think, hiding in the room, I can't stand you!"

"You can't do anything with me, haha, hit, you can't hit me, you can't hit me, you're mad at you..."

Zuo Yufei's seemingly arrogant scream made Hei Lian'er at the door, her eyes darkened with anger, and her aura fluctuated more and more violently.

The whip in his hand, almost time and time again, violently attacked the same place on the door.

****************************

In the living room of Zuoxiangfu.

High pomp, guards, maids, singing and dancing, everything is complete.

Hei Qi and Zuo Yan sit on the left and right sides of the upper position, while Jin Jiaye sits in the lower position with the wind on the side.

Pharaoh and Jia Siyi sat on the right hand side.

Tea and cakes are all available.

Singing and dancing in the living room.

In the demon world, this kind of performance will only be the basis for treating distinguished guests.

Feng Xi didn't say anything when he entered the Zuoxiang's mansion. He picked up the tea and took a shallow sip while watching the singing and dancing in the middle.

Jin Jiaye, who was sitting next to her, was expressionless from head to tail, but from his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel the cold light.

As for the one from the other side, they seemed to have been accustomed to following the wind.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, drinking tea and watching singing and dancing, they naturally calmed down.

At this moment, Zuo Yan, who was sitting in the upper position, arched his hands towards Jin Jiaye and asked with a slight respect.

"I don't know, what do you call it."

Hearing the sound, Jin Jiaye only slightly raised his head and glanced at Zuo Yan. There was only that kind of indifferent streamer in his deep black eyes.

He did not speak.

But Zuo Yan, who stared at him, was slightly taken aback.

At that moment, he seemed to have his blood congealed, so cold, so scared, so scared... There was a kind of inexplicable suffocation that made him want to kneel down and worship.

This kind of feeling in blood can make people instinctively want to surrender, even today's Demon Emperor, it has not come so strong.

what happened?

Could it be that he really guessed that this man was the birth of the "Devil's Eucharist"? ’

If it is, then, I believe it won't take long before there will be news from the magic palace.

Immediately pressing down the hands and feet that wanted to tremble, Zuo Yan also smiled slightly when the man didn’t plan to answer. Don't force it."

After all, he was rolling in the officialdom, and he was able to pinch his emotions well.

"Then I don't know, sir, what happened this time to delay your visit?"