Mrs. Jin felt sorry for her daughter and said, "Feixue, why don't we go back home first? You haven't had the food cooked by mom for several years. Mom will cook you a good meal."
Murong Feixue smiled and held Jin's hand, and whispered softly: "Mom, don't worry, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look. Someone will cook for us soon."
Jin seemed a little hesitant, and Murong Tietong laughed loudly and said: "Madam, our daughter is so powerful now, what are you afraid of? Even if Tianxianglou can't eat today, Zuo is just going out to another one, so don't worry, because
Let’s go in the snow.”
Huahua also said: "Madam, don't worry. The lady must have some evil idea to say that. Let's just sit here drinking tea and chatting, and watch the lady conjure a big table for us."
Here comes the meal...ah! Miss, why are you knocking me on the head!" Before he could finish his flowery words, Murong Feixue hit him with a popcorn. He covered his head and looked at Murong Feixue aggrievedly. This picture was pitiful.
This appearance brought smiles to the faces of Murong Tietong and Jin, and even the usually cold Mo Zishang couldn't help but move his lips.
"Huahua, please don't be poor. Senior brother and I are going out. You should stay with your parents. If that boss Wang dares to cause trouble again, just do it and don't be polite to them!" Murong Feixue said, talking to Mo Zishang
They exchanged a look and walked towards the kitchen.
"Senior brother, do you think it's him?" After leaving the door, Murong Feixue looked at Mo Zishang solemnly.
Mo Zishang nodded: "The only trouble we have along the way is that beautiful lady. We haven't even seen the robber. It's him."
The two of them walked to a corner. Murong Feixue pulled out his sword and stabbed it hard in the chest——
"What are you doing!" Fuxi was so frightened that he didn't even bother to hide and disguise himself. He rushed out from the seemingly deserted corner and raised two fingers to block Murong Feixue's sword. With a "thud" sound, Murong Feixue
The sword fell to the ground due to the blow. Before Fuxi could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that Mo Zishang had grabbed his outstretched right arm from behind. At this time, what else was unclear to Fuxi?
Fuxi sighed: "How do you know?"
Murong Feixue snorted, picked up the sword from the ground, and looked at Fuxi calmly: "My senior brother and I originally thought that we were lucky to escape from the pursuit of Yan Sanniang and the others, but gradually we realized
No, I seem to feel that someone is secretly helping me every time. I just asked Huahua to do it alone, just to see if there is another mysterious person helping me secretly."
Fuxi smiled bitterly: "Why did you test me with yourself? What if I didn't take action just now?"
Murong Feixue blinked, leaned close to Fuxi's ear and said, "If you hadn't taken action, the sword just struck would have only hit a shadow. As for me, I should have appeared on the other side of the wall."
Fuxi felt Murong Feixue's breath in his ears, his face was hot, his ears were red, and he had no ability to think at all. He nodded blankly: "You are indeed a female demon cat."
Mo Zishang frowned: "Junior brother, why have you followed us all the way here?"
"I..." Of course, it was impossible for Fuxi to say that he was worried about Murong Feixue and Mo Zishang, so they followed me all the way down, but he couldn't seem to find any valid reason.
