The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 135 It's a good thing
cute!You are cute, and your whole family is cute!Didn't know boys couldn't be called cute!

The problem is, Miss Leng, you are not a boy!
Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan entered the house, although the outside was shabby, but the things inside were all there, although they were all shabby.

Well, I didn't expect that there would be such dilapidated houses and such poor people in the cultivation world, so she took it for granted that there were no poor people in the cultivation world.

It turned out that she was wrong. Cultivators are also human beings. As human beings, there are three, six, nine, and three grades. It's just that the distinction in this world is more obvious, just like the four major families and ordinary families.

"Beautiful sister, my brother and I are the only ones in my family." The little girl moved a chair for Leng Wuyou and each of them.

The two of them didn't bother, and sat down directly.

"What's your brother's name?" Along the way, Leng Wuyou asked the girl about the situation at home, but forgot to ask her brother's name.

"Brother's name is Hu Qi." The little girl bit her lip, still very worried about her brother, she asked worriedly, "My brother can really come back, before, Huahua's brother never came back!"

Leng Wuyou sighed, and wiped off the ashes that had just been rubbed on the little girl's face, "Don't worry, with us, I will bring my brother back."

"Giggle, um, I believe in Elder Sister Beauty." The little girl finally giggled when she got an affirmative answer, her smiling eyes were crooked and sparkling.

Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan looked at each other, and they exchanged a look in very tacit understanding.

The night was as cool as water, and on the black curtain, a full moon and a silver plate hung high in the sky, and a cloud slowly floated over, covering most of the moon's body, only a small head was exposed.

In the city lord's mansion, everything was quiet.

Two figures fell from the roof silently.

The two looked at each other, nodded in unison, one headed towards the study room, and the other headed towards the Saintess Hall.

There was still a faint light shining through the crack of the door in the Holy Maiden Hall, Leng Wuyou held his breath to hide himself in the darkness.

A maid came from the corner, followed by a tall and straight man. The man's eyes were empty and his body was stiff, like a marionette being controlled.

Leng Wuyou's eyes flashed, and he saw a tray in the maid's hand, covered with a piece of cloth brocade. His spiritual sense went over and found that there was a snow-white bone whistle under the cloth brocade. The bone whistle was only the size of a pinky finger. The shape is very strange, it is obviously just a small whistle, but there are six holes on it, each hole is inlaid with a blood-colored gemstone the size of a tear bean, and from time to time, the red gemstones will emit light and meet each other.

As the brilliance circulated, it seemed that there was really blood swimming in it.

Leng Wuyou withdrew his consciousness, drew a small hidden rune on his body, followed them, and entered the hall of the saint.

As soon as she entered the Holy Maiden Hall, Leng Wuyou was almost choked by the smell inside, but luckily she stabilized herself and quickly shut off her sense of smell.

Leng Wuyou concealed his figure, looking at the big bed in the middle of the Holy Maiden Hall.

The big bed was covered by white curtains, and a few people could be vaguely seen tumbling inside, and the screeching sounds in his ears made Leng Wuyou feel a little uncomfortable in his ears.

On the ground outside the big bed were two naked mummy corpses, and there was still heat on the corpses, which showed that they had just died not long ago.

"Saint, it's brought." The maid respectfully led the man to the bed, holding the tray in her hand, "There is also the soul whistle you want."

"Well, huh, put your things down, you go out!" The charming and provocative voice was a little hurried.

"Yes." The maid left in response.

Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the white curtains, and the man who was still standing by the bed fell headfirst onto the big bed.

Looking at this scene, Leng Wuyou felt that her eyes were going to be blind, because she just saw that the saint's face was so old and ugly, didn't they say that their saint was as pure and beautiful as a god, how did she come to her It's all the other way around.

Ugly and old, as good as an old lady.

(End of this chapter)