Miss Eight Series Summoner

Really arrogant! The wind slandered, but there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

"Sister Feng, Brother Jin, let's go in." When the two of them were immersed in the world of the two, Xuanyuan Wuji turned his head and said, not feeling anything wrong.

Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye coughed awkwardly, and the two of them walked into Qingyuan City with the large group.

Qingyuan City is indeed the only city where you can report the Kylin Feast in the Holy Spirit Continent. The city is extremely prosperous, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going, and shouts are endless.

The people in the city seemed to know Xuanyuan Wuji. When they saw the Xuanyuan family coming, the crowded people immediately stepped out of the way, allowing Rong Fengxi and Jin Jiaye to pass.

Feng Xi was surprised at the same time when he passed the street. How to rule a city, so that the people of this city can respect the ruler so much, even if they only see the emblem of the family.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Xi's curiosity about the so-called Xuanyuan City Lord grew stronger.

"Get out, get out of me!"

Just as Feng Xi was staring at the surrounding vendors, a few screams were heard not far away, and then a figure of a man quickly rushed towards Feng Xi.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jin Jiaye stretched out his hand, and Fengxi fell into Jin Jiaye's arms, and the man fell heavily. On the ground.

The blue-clothed man looked back in panic, stretched out his hand to hold the hem of Fengxi's skirt, and begged: "Help me, please, help me!"

Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye didn't want to cause trouble in Qingyuan City, and the man seemed to be chasing after the trouble. How could they be willing to help.

Just about to refuse, Uncle Xuanyuan saw the situation here, walked over and exclaimed, "Isn't this Nangongjun next to my aunt?"

"Uncle Xuanyuan, Uncle Xuanyuan beg you to help me!" When the man in blue saw Uncle Xuanyuan, he seemed to see a life-saving straw, loosened his windy skirt and hugged Uncle Xuanyuan instead, "Hua Wu That **** Chu wants to kill me, Uncle Xuanyuan, save me!"

"Auntie wants to kill you?" Uncle Xuanyuan rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and took Nangong Jun's hand, pushing him into his empty sedan chair, and then pretending to be nothing.

Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye both had a trace of doubt in their eyes. Now that Uncle Xuanyuan knew that Nangongjun was from Huawuchu, why should he save him?

Before there was a stick of incense, there was a small group of people who also carried the Xuanyuan family's clan emblem. The headed man was arrogant and completely different from the soldiers guarding the city gate.

"See Young Master." The leader made a perfunctory ceremony, and didn't care too much. "I wonder if Young Master saw Nangong Jun next to his wife?"

Xuanyuan Wuji stood beside Uncle Xuanyuan, Qingjun didn't even smile at all on his face. To the people on Hua Wuchu's side, he never gave a good expression.

"My young master has just returned to the city and didn't see Nangong Jun. I don't know what mistake he made?" Uncle Xuanyuan stroked his beard and looked at the person in charge.

Hearing what Uncle Xuanyuan said, the person in the lead was a little suspicious, but still replied: "Nangong Jun stole the lady's jewelry and was caught by his wife on the spot, but he still didn't know how to repent. Now I am on Madam's order to arrest this person."

Listening to the slightly threatening words behind this person, Uncle Xuanyuan knew that this person still didn't believe his words, and turned around and smiled: "Everyone, you said, did anyone conflict with our young master just now?"