Miss Eight Series Summoner

Same as before, disappeared again.

Because of the previous experience, Feng Xi had nothing to say except for frowning, and walked towards the light blue door again.

Now, when there is no retreat, do you think that those who do not have a chance are just doing it yourself?

There was still nothing on the pale blue door except the blood palm print, no doorknob, no pattern, no pattern, only the weird pale blue light and blood red demon blood palm print constantly refreshing the sense of existence.

Another burst of white light filled her eyes, and another burst of dizziness, and then when Feng Xi opened her eyes again, she had already arrived, and she came to a light red room with an ambiguous and peachy atmosphere everywhere.

The dressing table, the green bronze mirror, the light gauze red tent, this is an ancient room, but it is different from the ordinary room, no matter how Fengxi finds and inspects it, there are no traces of doors and windows around this room.

Not only that, the wooden wall that looks thin, as if you can kick it away with a kick, no matter how the wind kicks or violently beats it, it doesn’t mean that it breaks at all, and it doesn’t even appear to be damaged at all. People feel disappointed and frustrated.

As soon as I entered this room, it gave people a very weird and charming feeling. The wind frowned lightly, looking at the strange dressing table in the calm before me, and if there was something seemingly nothing in the air, some sounds began to sound.

The candlelight flickered, and the sound was even clearer. Feng Xi's expression turned cold, and she yelled coldly, "Who!"

The voice continued, but did not get the response it deserved.

Obviously the soft-spoken voice was right in his ears, but he couldn't even see a single figure. Feng Xi's face became colder and quieter, and his vigilance was also the highest, staring coldly at the empty room.

The utter despairing sound went from far to near, from light to thick, from inaudible to close at hand, before the wind could react, several men appeared in this room at some time.

These men are impeccable in appearance. Perhaps it is not appropriate to use the word beautiful to describe them, but the men in the blue and purple scribes in front of them can definitely afford the word beautiful.

Bai Shengxue, willow eyebrows and star eyes, Qiaoyan Yanran, she looks more like a woman than her.

After these almost perfect-looking men appeared, they rushed towards Feng Xi with an anxious expression, and surrounded Feng Xi with an anxious expression.

With the figure, the voice became louder and louder, but in any case, these voices entered Feng Xi's ears, and they couldn't even hear a word!

This is really weird, what the **** is she here!

One kick kicked the man closest to him, and Feng Xi ran toward the open space on the other side as fast as possible.

The running wind suddenly remembered Jin Jiaye, the jealous jar, and couldn't help but feel a little grateful that he didn't follow.

Otherwise, if you see so many men chasing you, maybe something will happen.

This room should look like a women's bedroom in appearance. It is not appropriate to say that it is a bedroom, because this so-called bedroom is not more spacious than some people’s halls, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so much at once. Is not the person?

Five or six handsome-looking men who looked like women were frightened by Feng Xi's kick and leaned against the door and did not dare to come over, while Feng Xi had already ran to the cupboard by the bed, looking at the dagger that shone with cold light on the cupboard. Silently speechless.

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