His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 910

Lan Xiyan walked in front angrily, stretched out her hand to hold Feng Feili's sleeve tightly, her face was blushing, but she was very angry in her heart.

Eldest brother is too unreasonable, how can he do this, it is simply not giving her face.

Even if he didn't like Feng Feili, he couldn't treat him like this, and he was about to leave.

gone
Lan Xiyan was taken aback for a moment, and when she thought about Feng Feili's leaving, her body froze, she gradually slowed down her pace, and turned her head to look at Feng Feili.

Feng Feili was pulled by her clothes, and followed behind her unhurriedly, with a calm expression on his face, not paying attention to what happened just now.

With his arms around his chest, he hugged the black cat in his arms, with a slight smile on his face, and his slender white jade-like hands gently stroking the black cat's body to calm its restless emotions.

"What's the matter, Xiaoyan'er?"

Feng Feili asked suspiciously, looking at Lan Xiyan, wondering why she stopped suddenly.

"No, it's fine."

Lan Xiyan shook her head, and dragged Feng Feili up the mountain at a fast pace. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shangguan Mo and the others following behind her. The anger in her heart hadn't subsided, and she didn't want to talk to them for the time being.

"It's fine."

Feng Feili nodded, followed behind Lan Xiyan, then stepped up the stone steps and walked into the courtyard.

On the top of Qingcheng Mountain is a big house with a very simple architectural style, and there are countless small buildings beside it, which are the places where the disciples rest.

The mansion is a spacious house, where the master usually takes all the disciples to practice, or important meetings are held in the hall.

The gate of the house is a wide square, surrounded by mountains, full of trees, shaded by trees, and the stone steps at the gate are endless, leading directly to the road down the mountain.

As soon as Lan Xiyan and Feng Feili walked to the square, the disciples around came forward to say hello one after another. When they saw Feng Feili next to Lan Xiyan, their faces were full of doubts, and they looked him up and down. Small whispers.

"Xiyan, let's go, Master is waiting for us in the main hall."

Shangguan Mo walked forward from behind, whispered next to Lan Xiyan, and walked towards the hall after speaking.

When passing by Lan Xiyan's side, he still didn't forget to take a look at Feng Feili, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Feng Feili ignored Shangguan Mo's gaze, knelt down and put the black cat down, stroked its head lightly, and murmured.

"Be good, I will come to you later."

The black cat closed its eyes to enjoy Feng Feili's touch, turned around at his feet, then disappeared into the nearby grass.

"Feng Fei, let us go, Master will not hurt you."

Lan Xiyan stepped forward, pulled Feng Feili's sleeve, and prepared to go to the hall with him.

"This seat is fine."

Feng Feili stood up, turned around but pulled out the sleeve from Lan Xiyan's hand to avoid approaching and contacting her.

Lan Xiyan froze, looking at him, a little puzzled.

In a daze, Feng Feili had already walked slowly towards the main hall, leaving her standing there alone in a daze.

"Senior sister, let's go."

Feng Yuan stepped forward, stretched out her hand and shook Lan Xiyan's eyes a few times to recall her thoughts, and then also entered the hall.

"it is good."

Lan Xiyan nodded, but her heart was astringent, she was a little bored, and she was almost out of breath.

The hall was filled with many disciples of Mount Qingcheng at the moment, all of whom were outstanding figures among the demon hunters. Shangguan Mo was standing in the hall, and a middle-aged old man was sitting on a chair next to him. Tang suit, with a fairy-like appearance.

(End of this chapter)