Miss Eight Series Summoner

After Feng Xi and the others entered the room, they were not restrained, and looked at the surroundings in the room.

Although it looks dilapidated on the outside, the inside of the house is clean and simple. Even if you look up, you can still see the broken roof, but the overall feeling looks pretty good.

After Luoyang Shui sent his mother back to the room, he came out and saw that Feng Xi and the others had found a place to sit down in the room, and brought out a tea set from the corner table.

However, looking at the dust on the tea set, it can be seen that it has not been used for long.

After Luoyang Shui took the tea set to the kitchen and washed it, he soon served Feng Xi and others a cup of tea.

"There is no good refreshment here either. This is the rice cake made by my mother. If you don't dislike it, try it." Luoyang Shui also found a place in the house after laying down the tea rice cake.

Feng Xi glanced at the rice cakes on the table that were not very nice in shape. He was not polite. He picked up a piece and took a bite.

To tell the truth, the rice cakes taste very good, making her always feel a motherly taste.

The taste of rice cakes was just right for her, so she ate three or four yuan in one go. If it weren't for the sweet and greasy things, she wouldn't mind getting rid of that plate of rice cakes.

When he heard the voice of the middle-aged woman, Feng Xi was inexplicably reminded of the dream that she had in the forest where the Imperial Capital Summoned the Fourth Academy. The gentle sound of water came from her ear. The warmth makes people want to melt.

In fact, although Feng Xi never said, but in the bottom of her heart, she has been nostalgic for the feeling in the dream.

The word "mother" may be very strange, but the warm feeling of blood is connected, but it seems to be rooted in my heart, and I can't get rid of it no matter what.

It was almost a suspicion. Was it a dream on that day? Or is it true?

But Feng Wu's body was in the Fengjia Pagoda, and she had seen it with her own eyes. If she really saw Feng Wu in that forest, how would Feng Wu explain it in the pagoda?

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, and Feng Xi could only try not to think too much.

However, she didn't expect a gentle sound like water, a plate of rice cakes, but again the familiar to nostalgic feeling in her heart.

Although Luoyang Shui said this, he actually didn't expect them to eat this ugly-shaped rice cake. As for serving them, it was only the etiquette that his mother repeatedly explained.

But seeing Feng Xi ate so many pieces in one breath, he was startled for a moment, and seemed a little surprised.

Jin Jiaye naturally noticed his eyes, and his eyes sank slightly, but there was no other movement.

Pharaoh has always been very picky about food. Seeing the rice cakes in front of him, he naturally had no appetite.

As soon as Si Ji and Chen Xiyu didn't move, they just took a sip of tea.

And Bai Yu, seeing Fengxi as if it was delicious, he picked up one piece and took a bite, but it didn't seem to suit his appetite, and then put it down.

"You..." Luoyang Shui stared at Feng Xi, and he was shocked for a long time before uttering a word.

Feng Xi smiled and said, "Thank you auntie for me, the rice cakes are very good..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xi's voice paused, his smile narrowed, his eyes sharpened, and his body got up from the chair, and a long whip rushed towards the door...