"This..." Murong Feixue looked at its retreating figure, slightly startled.
"Hmm..." There was a soft hum, and Murong Feixue looked intently, only to see a person who looked like a maid waking up.
"Ah? I'm not dead? Wow, miss, you're not dead either, wuwuwu, miss, I'm so scared..."
Seeing the maid who came up to hug her while crying, Murong Feixue's heart popped up with messages one after another.
This maid is called Huahua, and she is the maid that Murong Feixue grew up with since childhood.
And she, Murong Feixue, is the only daughter of Murong Qing, the fourth member of the Murong family in the Yuan Dynasty.
This time, she, Murong Feixue, was ordered by her family to take over a city in chaos. Murong Feixue spent a month stabilizing the situation, and then received the admission notice from Qingyun Academy.
The forces that seemed to be aligned with her in the City of Chaos were afraid that she would gain strength after entering Qingyun Academy, so they immediately took action to poison, intercept and kill her.
It was only at this time that Murong Feixue finally understood his current situation.
In one sentence, she is now reborn into a woman also named Murong Feixue, and is now going to a place called 'Qingyun Academy' to report.
It took Murong Feixue a long time to finally clarify this confusing relationship, and she gradually made a decision in her heart.
God arranged this, obviously because he didn't want her to die.
In this case, let's just accept the situation and go to Qingyun Academy first!
In a winding mountain forest, groups of nightingales flew back from a distance and landed in their nests at the top of the forest.
Under the trees, a bonfire was raised, illuminating the forest invaded by darkness.
A playful voice rang in front of the bonfire: "Huahua, it's not what others say about you, but you say it yourself, can you still eat this black stuff you baked? Meow? Look, look, not even a kitten can eat it."
It’s time to eat.”
Another voice responded weakly: "Miss, I have tried my best..." After saying this, the voice muttered unwillingly: "You are not Miss, you force me to watch two venomous snakes fight.
, otherwise I wouldn’t have burned this rabbit..."
These two people were naturally Murong Feixue and Huahua, and there was also a white tiger who was very hungry and weak next to them.
It has been three days since this combination of two people and one tiger set out from the City of Chaos.
Murong Feixue was the kind of person who never knew she was hungry when her stomach was full. Although she had revenge to avenge now, she was not in a hurry.
All the way to Qingyun Academy, I adjusted the amount of Qi in my body that was as small as an embroidery needle while adapting to this new body.
However, both of them did not expect an unexpected surprise.
Neither Murong Feixue nor Huahua knew how to cook. As for White Tiger, let alone Murong Feixue. When she was hungry, she wanted to take a bite of it, which made White Tiger even look at Murong Feixue in the past two days.
I feel like her eyes are a little fuzzy.
Holding her waist, Murong Feixue pointed at Huahua and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't come here, I didn't play with you the first two times, let's see if you roasted those two poor little white rabbits until they were
It's like charcoal, wuwu, it's really hard to follow you."
Huahua blushed and said nothing. She felt a little embarrassed and aggrieved. However, as a servant, she couldn't even cook ordinary food. This was really a dereliction of duty.
Moreover, in this wilderness, Murong Feixue had a lot of wealth hidden in his tail, but it was of no use. This was what annoyed the two of them.
"Come to think of it, Qingyun Academy is all to blame. Why did you build the academy so far away when you have nothing to do? It would be better to build it in the City of Chaos. Then I would... Hey, it smells so good, it smells like barbecue."
Midway through her words, Murong Feixue's nose suddenly twitched.
Huahua looked at her feebly and said: "Miss, are you hallucinating from hunger? In this deserted place, where else are there other people besides us?"
Murong Feixue, however, was like a cat that smelled something fishy (which she was), walking confusedly in one direction, with a look of yearning between her brows and nose.