Miss Eight Series Summoner

Jin Kaye's hand hidden in his sleeve grabbed Fengxi's Hao wrist and gently kneaded it: "Be careful this way, as long as you reach Qingyuan City, everything will come to light."

Jin Jiaye was right, Hua Wuchu sent people along the way to assassinate Xuanyuan Wuji, once Xuanyuan Wuji was intact. Back to Qingyuan City, Hua Wuchu will definitely make another move. Isn't it easy to know the role of this jade pendant by then?

The two looked at each other and smiled. Feng Xi first turned around and said, "Uncle Xuanyuan, Wuji, let's continue on our way. Before dark, try to reach Xiangyang Village not far from here and find an inn for the night."

"Okay." Xuanyuan Wuji supported Uncle Xuanyuan, and the four of them set foot on the way back to Qingyuan City again.

Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye didn't travel very fast, because they had to worry about Uncle Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan Wuji, so they took the attitude of looking at the landscape along the way. Moreover, there is more than enough time for the Kylin Feast to be held for them to slowly return to Qingyuan City.

"Sister Feng Xi, sit down and eat too." Xuanyuan Wuji called to Feng Xi and asked her to come and eat with them.

Feng Xi stood outside the door, directing Xiao Er to carry their luggage upstairs. Hearing Xuanyuan Wuji's voice, Feng Xi's mouth raised a faint smile, and replied, "Come now."

Xu was bumpy along the way, and Xuanyuan Wuji's young master's habits were almost worn out. Even if the food at this inn was not satisfactory, he ate happily and touched his stomach, very satisfied.

Feng Xi never eats much. After taking a few mouthfuls, he puts down his chopsticks and walks to the guest room upstairs: "I'm finished, let's sort things out first."

Xuanyuan Wuji and Uncle Xuanyuan cast doubtful gazes at Jin Jiaye. Jin Jiaye looked at Feng Xi slowly walking up the stairs and explained: "She has always been like this, don't care."

Feng Xi was thinking about the future. As soon as he closed the door and sat on the chair, he felt a whistling palm wind coming after him. Feng Xi was startled, and swiftly kicked the floor with his feet, and quickly got off the table. While looking down, he found that it was a masked man in black.

Seeing that a blow could not be achieved, the masked black man quickly turned around and found Feng Xi's figure, flipped his palm, and a bright broad knife appeared in his hand, reflecting a frightening cold light.

There was a trace of chill in Feng Xishui's eyes, and his bare hand stroked in the air, and a silver whip appeared in Feng Xi's hand.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?" Feng Xi asked with a cold voice, standing on the vase beside the door with her toes, looking at the masked man in black blankly.

The masked man in black didn't stop at all as if he hadn't heard Feng Xi's words. He slid his body on the table and slashed towards Feng Xi's door with a big knife in his hand.

Feng Xi Shui squinted his eyes slightly, and he seemed to be a dead man.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi didn't show mercy, and the silver whip in his hand seemed to be alive when he turned his wrist, flexibly curling around the masked man in black.

The masked man in black pulled hard and found that the knife could not be pulled out. With a cold snort, his finger was drawn to the handle of the knife.

Then I don’t know where to press it, the handle of the big knife fell off directly, only connected by a thin iron chain, and then the masked black man held the detached handle with his left hand, and forcibly pulled out a shiny long handle. The knife comes.