The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1019 No Bidding

He blinked, and didn't know what Xiao Qi gave him, so mysteriously, after thinking about it, he reached out and picked it up.

He casually lifted the seal symbol on it, opened the box, and saw the contents inside, he hesitated slightly.

It was a blood-colored bead, as clear as glass, without any impurities.

It is beautiful like a blood jade gem, which makes people unable to move their eyes away at a glance. This is not the reason why Leng Wushang can't move his eyes, but because the aura on it is so familiar to him.

There is a stiff breath in this blood-colored bead.

This is clearly the blood jade bead, the essence of all cultivation bases, and it is the kind that has been refined. The energy in it can be said to be absorbed by anyone.

This……

His throat was a little dry, the tip of his tongue involuntarily licked his lips, the light in his eyes was flickering unclearly, why did Xiao Qi give him a stiff blood jade bead?Did he find out that he was stiff?
A trace of worry flashed across Leng Wushang's pitch-black eyes, and he was slightly fascinated looking at the bloody bead in front of him.

The sky was gloomy, and the rain was pattering on the ground and tiles, as if hitting Leng Wushang's heart, making him feel restless. This rain is really annoying.

Leng Wuyou returned to the courtyard, her brows were furrowed all the way, her face was tense, and there was a low air pressure all over her body.

The servants who passed by her hurriedly greeted her one by one, and then ran away.

They didn't even dare to look up at her, because the young master is a bit scary now. The young master was still in a happy mood in the morning, but now the young master's mood has become very, very unhappy. His aura is inexplicably similar to that of the young master.

Leng Wuyou went back to his room, Fennel, Anise, and the others had already gone to Anbu to practice, Zhou Zhan's little Maotuan was resting in his own room, Si Ruoli just came to see her, complained with him and her, and fought Bickering has gone back.

As for Qian Yuling, well, originally Leng Wuyou wanted her to stay, but Qian Yuling insisted on going back to the inn.

So now there are only her and a Zhou Zhan Mao Tuanzi in the yard.

For a while, the yard was a little empty, and the dripping rain fell on the ground and splashed mist, which filled the whole yard.

She stood at the window looking at the courtyard, watching the raindrops drop by drop with rapt attention, as if hitting the bottom of her heart, making her heart sink slightly.

"Dark night." She called softly, and the air behind her immediately fluctuated. She was dressed in black with her face covered, and the dark night like a pole showed her figure.

"Mistress." He bowed his head respectfully and stood behind Leng Wuyou, quietly waiting for his order.

Leng Wuyou was short of breath, what the hell is the mistress?Is she a man now?

Is she so un-masculine?

"Don't call me Mistress." The voice was cold with warning.

An Ye was silent for a while, then spoke firmly again, and sold Jun Moyuan directly, "Mistress, this is what the master told you."

Leng Wuyou narrowed his eyes, pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, "Don't bark."

She is now a man in the eyes of outsiders, what kind of mistress is called, and those who don't know think she has some eccentricities.

"Good mistress." An Ye agreed, anyway, the master said, he is now the mistress's person, and he will listen to what the mistress says.

Leng Wuyou turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold and dark, looking at An Ye until his scalp became numb and his face was bewildered.

The paralyzed face under the scarf was almost unbearable, he was silent for a while, before he realized, he quickly changed his words, "Okay Mr. Leng."

Seeing this, Leng Wuyou withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, "Remember, if you still make a mistake, you will wash shadow's stinky socks for a month."

The zombie face of An Ye under the face scarf almost burst open, why is Mr. Leng having trouble with stinky socks?

Wash the stinky socks for that idiot in Shadow, bah, he'd rather face a holy beast than he would, unless he's out of his mind.

(End of this chapter)