My wife is super cool

Chapter 85 For Feng Yinmei

"Two years?" Pei Ling was not satisfied with this answer.

"If the experiment goes well, a year and a half is possible." Gui Xin was afraid that he would regret it, so he compressed the time.

Pei Ling thought for a while, then raised her head and said, "I will give you two years for now, but you have to make sure that when you make her into a puppet, you must be absolutely safe."

"I promise." Gui Xin hurriedly said, "It's absolutely safe."

"Remember what you said today, if you can't do it in two years..." The threat in Pei Ling's eyes was obvious, "I will beat you to ashes."

After Gui Xin assured her again, Pei Ling sent someone to send her down for resettlement.

"In the past few days when the leader is not here, have any major events happened in the church?" Pei Ling rubbed his forehead and asked.

"Yes." The subordinate who was questioned said tremblingly, "One of the four great killers of the Shadow Pavilion, Taotie, led people to destroy our largest branch."

"Thousands of people were all killed, and no one survived."

"What!" Pei Ling patted the armrest of the chair heavily, "Thousands of people died?"

Those people are good containers for him to cultivate Gu worms.

"The leader calms down."

The subordinate immediately knelt down and kowtowed in fright.

Pei Ling took a few deep breaths to suppress her anger.

"Benjiao and Shadow Pavilion have always been in harmony with each other. How could the Shadow Pavilion target my teaching this time?"

"Did some blind believer offend the Shadow Pavilion?"

That is the Shadow Pavilion, the largest assassin organization in the Jianghu.

Even if the Tianling Sect has grown to the point it is today, there is still a gap compared with it.

"Master of Islam." The subordinate said, "I have already checked. In the recent period, except for the dozens of believers who hunted and killed Feng Yinmei who have not returned, the rest have never entered the territory of Beilu."

"What do you mean?" Pei Ling traced the mandala pattern engraved on the armrest with her fingers, "The reason why the Shadow Pavilion taught me is because of Fengyinmei?"

"This subordinate can only think of this possibility."

Pei Ling was silent for a while, and said: "If there is another order to assassinate Feng Yinmei in the future, I will not accept it."

The development trend of the Shadow Pavilion is in full swing, so it's better for him to avoid it for the time being.

But this grudge, he remembered it.

"Master." A believer at the door came to report, "The young master is here."

Pei Ling restrained her expression and waved to her kneeling subordinate.

The subordinate stood up and retreated from the side door. When he reached the corner, he couldn't help but glanced at the main door out of the corner of his eye.

She only saw the young master's peerless demeanor eight years ago when he was taken to Islam.

But just that one time, she still thinks about it to this day.

Wearing a light purple pleated skirt, a man with a purple tassel hairpin slanted in his hair, walked slowly across the threshold of the main entrance, walked to the high seat and bowed slightly.

"Xing Chu pays homage to Daddy."

"Chu'er, get up quickly!" Pei Ling got down from the high seat with a smile on her face, "Let Daddy take a good look at you."

Mo Xingchu raised his head slowly. On the white face of Shengxue, a pair of willow eyebrows dyed lightly and coldly curved like crescent moons. His long and thick eyelashes set off the eyes that looked like a pool of clear water. It was red lips that were spotless and red, and the hair hanging down to the waist was draped softly on the back.

Breathtaking beauty.

"My son is getting more and more beautiful." Pei Ling lovingly took his hand.

Mo Xingchu's vermilion lips parted slightly, but he coughed twice.

"But it's cold again?" Pei Ling anxiously patted him on the back.

"Ahem..., no." Mo Xingchu coughed a few more times.

"Xingchu is weak, and in autumn he always coughs and wheezes."

(End of this chapter)