Miss Eight Series Summoner

The matriarch just brought together what they knew. Many people in the room seemed to have heard about it a long time ago.

"Multiple Summoners?" I saw the woman above the high hall, half-lying body, sitting up slightly.

A touch of interesting brilliance was squinted slightly in those fox's charming eyes, and the corners of the pink mouth were slightly raised.

"Where is that summoner now?"

The matriarch replied respectfully; "It was originally at the home of the city lord in Los Angeles. It is said that he was the master of the city lord’s eldest son. However, just received the news that the summoner had left Los Angeles this morning and came towards our Bay City. It’s just that the stalker lost the person when he traced it to the Aro Mountain Forest. However, if the summoner really came to our Bay City, then I believe it can be reached within two days, and the stalking person will also be there. Then, if the summoner returns halfway, they can also find out for the first time."

The woman in the temple nodded, sitting up and lying down again; "Okay, good job."

"Thank you for the compliment of the Patriarch, this is the duty of your subordinates."

"Okay! I'm a little tired, you all go back." The soft voice of the woman faintly sounded.

"Yes! Patriarch!"

The woman in the hall had finished speaking like a queen, and the others in the room immediately bowed respectfully to the woman in the hall, and retired from the hall respectfully.

After the people retreated, the woman in the big chair got up from the recliner.

However, he did not get off the seat, but from that corner, a handsome middle-aged man walked out.

The man just stayed a few steps away, without saying a word.

The woman turned her head, her eyes fell on him; "Look up! Look at me."

The middle-aged man also raised his head obediently, his eyes met her beautiful eyes.

However, after staring at it for a long time, the middle-aged man's expression did not fluctuate, and his eyes did not appear obsessively or stunned. It was like a pool of stagnant water that would never arouse any ripples.

"Ruilin, you and I have been married for almost 30 years, why should you be so cold to me." The woman's delicate voice was a little gloomy, and Hu Mei's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You are the Patriarch, why should I dare to be indifferent to the Patriarch." The middle-aged man responded faintly, his voice fluctuating but mechanically, without any meaningful emotional changes.

"No?" The woman Hu Mei looked at him, showing that he still had the same unchanging expression, could not help but seem a little impatient.

"Come here, hug me back to the room!" The woman's feminine voice, chilling down, gave orders.

The middle-aged man named Ruilin stepped forward, picked up the woman on the recliner, and turned around and walked towards a stone gate at the back of the temple.

However, when the woman was picked up, she noticed that the feet under the woman's underwear seemed very dry, as if only a pair of foot bones were left.

Of course, the specific situation of clothes and pants is naturally invisible, but the legs do seem a bit strange.

Feng Xi, who had been watching all this, narrowed his eyes a little when he watched the middle-aged man.

He cast a look at the few people behind him, and then lightly followed.

However, the distance is still slightly widened, lest one is accidentally discovered.

This place is weird, but I just saw it with my own eyes.