Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 332
The flower fox had played enough of the majesty of the suzerain, and then turned over again, propped his chin with both hands and looked up at Su Xingzhi:
"Hey, by the way, do you have anything to teach me kids?
Alas, these children are really worrying, why can't they understand my painstaking efforts?When I encountered a little setback, I cried and shouted and wanted to hide in a safe place. "

Su Xingzhi listened to Huahu's words, the two pills' dark and empty eyes, which seemed to be inorganic, moved slightly, and then slowly looked in Huahu's direction.

Maybe it's because of the angle, Su Xingzhi's appearance looks particularly terrifying, even the flower fox feels that the fox fur on his body will explode after being caught by her.

Before Huahu's brain could react, her body had already rolled to the side.

"They haven't found it yet?"

Su Xingzhi's voice has no ups and downs, just as flat as an electronic synthesizer.When she opened her mouth, the temperature in the bamboo house dropped several degrees.

Hongyu, whose cultivation level was not enough, couldn't help but tremble immediately, nervously gulped several mouthfuls of saliva before replying: "It should be soon! It's just a matter of a few days!"

"Have all the old, weak, women and children left?"

"Yes, we have already arranged to go to another territory of the same clan that is still safe, and we will start today."

"Let them all go, you stay."

"……Yes."

Hongyu just raised her head to look at Su Xingzhi, and felt that her whole body was going to be frozen, so she hurriedly lowered her head to obey her orders.

"Now that you know, what are you doing here?"

A word from Su Xing made Hongyu scramble away from the bamboo house in fright.

The flower fox leaned far away on the soft cushion, her pink lips pouted with some displeasure: "What, it turns out that it is so scary to forget everything..."

After Hongyu left the bamboo house, Su Xingzhi looked outside the house, and saw a ray of the setting sun in the sky like blood, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The wind blows through the bamboo forest in bursts, and the bamboo leaves rustle. If there are three or five close friends sitting here at this time, burning incense and making tea, it would be an elegant thing.

However, the war is imminent, how long can this kind of peace last?

(End of this chapter)