Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 669 Gifts
As soon as Xueyuan stepped into the carriage, a chill immediately permeated the entire carriage, even the charcoal fire in the heater seemed to be frozen, and the flame kept beating and motionless.

Xue Yuan walked across to Su Xingzhi, and Ning Mei immediately gave her a cushion.

Xueyuan glanced at her, said "hmm" before laughing: "Master Su is really powerful, the little ghost who just died a few years ago followed the lord, and his Taoism can reach the level of ghosts and immortals."

"That's not as powerful as your Snow Demon clan. If you send a combat team to deal with a ghost fairy, wouldn't that be a piece of cake?"

Su Xingzhi smiled and put a cup of red bean snowball ice in front of Xue Yuan. The little girl immediately showed a surprised expression, thanked her and took it and ate it.

Only then did Su Xingzhi introduce to Yan Nianzhen and the others: "This is Xueyuan, the contemporary patriarch of the Xueyao clan."

The Xueyao family is strong enough, and they live in extremely cold places all year round. They are naturally aloof and arrogant. They never pay attention to those who are weaker than themselves, so Xueyuan just nodded slightly to Yan Nianzhen and the others.

And Yan Nianzhen, Ning Mei and Ma Jing bowed to her in a polite manner.

Xueyuan took full advantage of her face, and only then did she smile on her cute and cute face: "It's really rare, Master Su actually donated his own blood as a sacrifice?"

"Otherwise, the sin of such a small bandit seems a little weak."

Su Xingzhi brought out a lot of Japanese-style wagashi snacks, and various fruit shaved ice and ice cream were also delivered to Xue Yuan in an endless stream, which made her extremely happy to eat.

"Hehe, Master Su is so generous, if our Snow Demon Clan doesn't respect Master Su, won't we be a laughing stock in the future?"

Xueyuan looked like she ate very small mouthfuls, but the table was full of boring desserts, and soon all of them came to an end.

"But then again, Mr. Su, aren't you the president of the female ghost union? How come there is the breath of the feather and dragon clan in the blood?"

Xueyuan's ice-like pupils sized up Su Xingzhi with some suspicion.

Su Xingzhi smiled slightly, and prepared another table of greasy desserts, and then pointed to the small pendant on his neck: "The breath of the Yu clan should come from here, the dragon clan, maybe it came from some time ago with me." It’s all related to Beihai.”

(End of this chapter)