The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

While Shen Yanxiao was walking with Fengling, suddenly, a strong aura came to their faces, making the

cells all over Fengling’s body tense up.

This feeling was very familiar. At the last banquet…

Just as Fengling was feeling nervous, the tall gure of Yaksha appeared from a corner, directly coming face-to-face with Yan Di.

Fengling’s heart immediately leapt to his throat.

“You are back?” Suddenly, Yaksha opened his mouth and, although his tone was cold, the words that

came out…

Were unexpectedly lled with a warm avor.

Fengling felt that he must have gone insane.

“Yeah.” Shen Yanxiao nodded her head. Yaksha had always kept silence as the golden rule and would not

usually smile. But not long ago, because Shen Yanxiao could only remain silent every time she saw the icy

and unfriendly expression of Yaksha, a certain great master spoke to him and asked him to greet Shen

Yanxiao whenever he saw her.

Then…

It became what it was now.

With a face that had facial paralysis, he would say “You are back” to her with a tone that was no dierent

from saying “I’ll kill you”.

But at least… great progress had been made.

“I’ll go now.” Three words were Yaksha’s limit.

“Alright.”

After that, the Ancestor of the Undead, who was cool and dazzling enough to pierce through the sky, left

with great arrogance. His eyes did not even stay on Fengling for half a second from the beginning to the

end.

After seeing Yaksha leave, Shen Yanxiao was ready to continue to take Fengling to her room.

But…

“Boss…” Fengling’s expression became incomparably entangled, and his originally expressionless face had

long collapsed.

As far as the cold temperament was concerned, Fengling was at most a small iceberg, while Yaksha and

Xiu were simply the Arctic and Antarctic!

Their degree of coldness was clear and easy to see.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Yanxiao tilted her head and did not realize that Fengling had been frightened by the

Ancestor of the Undead’s “warmth like a spring breeze”.

“My Lord…” Was that really the Ancestor of the Undead just now?

If so, did he just go blind?

Shen Yanxiao looked at Fengling’s wanting-to-die expression and thought that the little guy was

frightened by the icy face of Yaksha. She patted Fengling calmly on the shoulder and said, “He has no evil

intentions.”

Fengling wanted to cry. Of course, he could see that the Ancestor of the Undead had no evil intentions

whatsoever. His attitude just now could simply be called gentle, okay?

He just felt that such “gentleness” appearing in the Ancestor of the Undead was very hard to believe.

“Anyway, just follow me. Don’t run around and he won’t do anything to you.” Shen Yanxiao appeasingly said with a smile.

With the thought “Is my Lord uncomfortable today?”, Fengling was taken into the room by Shen Yanxiao

while in a trance the whole journey.

Vermillion Bird and Taotie, who were lying on their stomachs on the bed, suddenly heard the sound of the

opening door. They knelt on the soft bed, opened their pairs of big watery eyes and stared at the door.

Shen Yanxiao entered the room with a smile on her face.

“Master! Welcome back!” The duo said in unison!

Shen Yanxiao froze for a moment.

And Fengling, who was standing behind Shen Yanxiao, had been completely petried.

Master… ter- ter- ter…

This…

Fengling stared at Shen Yanxiao’s back and became more and more frightened.

As soon as they entered the door, he saw two young and adorable boys kneeling on the bed and calling

Shen Yanxiao master. This picture…

This was too promiscuous!!!

Fengling’s heart suddenly gave birth to the urge to retreat at once.