The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 579 Focus, Strange Things

"It's not impossible to let you share a room, but I want them to apologize, that is the kind of kneeling on the ground, obediently saying that I was wrong, and then I might let you live when I feel better, what do you think? Is it not too much?" An indifferent voice sounded from upstairs without the slightest emotion. It was faint, as if it had a cool air penetrating into the bottom of one's heart. If you listen carefully, you can easily hear the suppressed anger inside.

The sudden sound silenced the entire hall, and everyone subconsciously turned to the source of the sound.

In front of the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, there was a young man with a cold aura leaning on him. He was wearing warm red clothes, but the red clothes on him were as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.

He just looked at them indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his icy phoenix eyes, but he could not help feeling a chill in the hearts of those present, as if they were in the middle of winter.

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with silence, and was overwhelmed by the cold aura of the young man, and it took a long time for anyone to come back to their senses.

"Hey, isn't that the young master? Why did he come out? Where is my god, why don't you see my god?"

"Get out, you god, that's obviously my god, okay?"

"Bah, you're thinking about farting. With your appearance, you can't even compare to our little master's finger. You still want a god. You think too much. The god obviously belongs to our little master."

"Are you wrong? And obviously the young master was eaten by our gods, so it should be that the young master is our god, and he is also the young master of our gods."

"Hey, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is the god who fell into the hands of our young master, so it should be the god of our young master's family."

Seeing that Leng Wuyou's little boy fans and Jun Moyuan's god fans were about to fight over the question of "who is who", a voice rang out weakly.

"Well, do you guys think that the little boy's lips seem a little red, is the corner of his mouth broken?"

The sound of this voice caused the two groups of people who were still arguing to come silent immediately. The next second they turned their heads in unison, and their eyes were like X-rays, shooting directly at the stairs on the second floor. Leng Wuyou's lips touching the armrest.

A few seconds later, the characteristic excited screams of women sounded in the hall, and one or two men's voices were also interspersed.

"Ah, the corner of my young master's mouth was bitten by a god, right? How could the god be so rude to our young master?"

"Hey, not bad, God, I really want to give you a like."

"Speaking of who is the god and the young master..." Someone stretched out his hand and pointed to it.

"It must be our god."

"Not always."

"..."

At this moment, Leng Wuyou, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs and still feeling sullen, listened to the voices in her ears. She was in a bad mood. Originally, she didn't want to face that bastard Jun Moyuan when she came out, but she just happened to meet him. For the sake of simplicity, they were asked for trouble.

I never thought that she just spoke out to defend her, why did she suddenly become the focus?
And what are they talking about?The little boy is a god, maybe this little boy is talking about her.

She felt that she was the truth, and involuntarily reached out and touched the small wound on the corner of her mouth. The breath on her body became even colder, and she became angry from embarrassment.

She remembered what the dog man did to her in that room just now, and she became angry intermittently.

The dog actually took advantage of her guilt towards him to play tricks on her and take advantage of her. This time, she must snub him well, let him learn a lesson, and see if he dares to do so next time.

(End of this chapter)