After wearing the book, I kidnapped the villain

chapter 15,

The night was in the sky, and bursts of coolness blew by.

Branches swayed and leaves fell.

A slender figure leaned against the top of the tree trunk, and the gray-black robe gently fluttered in mid-air.

Feng Yu stared heavily at the bamboo house in the distance.

The candlelight was faint, and the petite figure shaking in front of the window could be vaguely seen.

The little girl who called herself his 'sister' but wanted to run away from him.

Who is she?

"Have you checked it out?"

The calm atmosphere was cut through by a cold voice, the coldness of the tone made people shiver inexplicably.

The man kneeling on the ground hurriedly raised the booklet in his hand: "Return to the Lord, this subordinate has found out the matter, and no blood relatives are still alive in this world when the Lord slept in the ice coffin. "

Hearing this, Feng Yu frowned, seemingly displeased.

With a flick of his sleeves, suddenly, the booklet fell into his hand.

He bowed his head in silence, flipping through the booklet with his bony fingers calmly.

Nearly half of the blood relatives stated that none of them called "Niu Niu".

The hand holding the booklet tightened slightly, she was lying to him!

Suddenly, the surrounding coldness increased a bit.

Sensing the fluctuation of the master's breath, Qin Ran subconsciously frowned.

The Lord has always been happy and angry, why now...

When he first saw that the Lord personally called him out, he was very happy. He thought that what the Lord said was to return to the Demon Cult, but unexpectedly, the Lord asked him to find out where the Lord's blood relatives were?
Could it be that the lord wants to reawaken Qiqing and ignore the Abandoning Demon Cult?

How is this possible?

Qin Ran couldn't help but said: "My lord, in recent days, the second protector and the old leader have acted in the name of the lord, and the lord really won't go back?"

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, and gave him a condescending look: "They're just clowns, so why bother."

The Demon Cult was already under his control.

Even if he lost his memory for nearly a thousand years, it would not hinder his actions.

There is one exception.

The little liar.

In a daze, he saw the little girl smiling at him delicately, her eyes full of cunning.

The hand hanging by the side loosened slightly.

Forget it, wait a little longer.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "Continue to stay in the Devil's Cult, if there is nothing important, there is no need to show up."

"But..." Qin Ran paused, remembering the master's temper, he swallowed the words again, but the worry on his face was not concealed.

Feng Yu knew what he meant, and said calmly: "It's not yet time."

"Yes."

Qin Ran responded, and disappeared in a flash.

There is only a touch of blood in the air.
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A good night's sleep.

Without the big devil hanging around, Shen Shushu felt that the air outside was fragrant.

"Ms. Wang, can I borrow a pot to boil water?"

"Little girl, take a break and wait for the aunt to burn it."

Aunt Wang shouted while tidying up the work in hand.

Shen Shushu hurriedly took the cauldron and ran away: "No, no, no need for aunt, I can do it myself!"

Aunt Wang: "..."

Why is this little girl in such a hurry?
Early in the morning, Shen Shushu not only had a successful breakfast, but also moved Aunt Wang's only cauldron back to the bamboo house.

She really didn't take a good bath for two days, and she felt extremely sticky all over her body.

Fortunately, the well was not far from the bamboo house, otherwise, she would have been exhausted to death if she didn't take a bath.

It took three buckets of water in a row before starting to boil the water.

The pot was very big, Shen Shushu poured a bucket of water into it, picked up the fire pocket and tried to light the fire.

The small room is full of firewood, which is used to boil a pot of water, so it is probably not a big problem.

I am full of confidence when I think about it, but——

After a while.

"Cough, cough," the choking black smoke kept coming out, Shen Shushu covered her face, her eyes were red, and big tears fell down.

Wiping her tears casually, she pulled the firewood, with a sullen face: "Why do you even bully the firewood!?"

(End of this chapter)