In the entire pavilion, only Mosu and the Phantom were the only ones who kept their sanities.

Although they also drank a lot, the two of them did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Looking at the two drunk people, the phantom glanced at Mo Su silently.

There were no words, but Mosu understood inexplicably.

This little girl who looks like she is only six or seven years old, her gray and white eyes have the precipitation of years, and she looks small, but her demon age is definitely not small.

The sharp aura hidden in her body cannot be underestimated.

Each got up and walked towards the two drunken men.

Mo Su was originally walking towards Qi Feixue's body suddenly turned to Yubai who was spread out on the chair, seeing that Yubai's immature Tongyin was still shouting 'drink', Mo Su twitched the corner of his mouth.

The blood-red eyes stared at him coldly for a while, and then he reached out and easily picked him up and walked towards his bamboo house.

The phantom was stunned, looked at his small body, then at his master, and then at Mo Su, who was walking away, and sighed silently in his heart.

She didn't know why Mo Su suddenly changed direction, with her small body, it was easy to hug the master's little brother, but the master's words, it would not work.

As soon as her figure turned, she silently transformed into a tall figure, looked at her strong arms, and then nodded.

Looking thoughtfully at the vanished Mosu, the phantom suddenly knew that this contract beast of the master could see that she could transform into a tall human body, right?

That's why he changed directions, after all, the master is a woman.

But just as the phantom stretched out her hands to carry her drunk master back to her room to rest, she suddenly felt a chill on her body, as if she was being targeted by something.

The outstretched hands felt the pressure, and the wraith hurriedly retracted his hands, straightened up, and looked behind him.

After seeing the plain white figure coming from the bamboo corridor, her pupils shrank, and she subconsciously returned to the appearance of six or seven years old, and stood aside respectfully.

Bai Jiuqing walked from the bamboo corridor, entered the pavilion, and saw the little thing lying drunk on the table, and a touch of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Leaned over and picked up her soft little body, he didn't glance at the phantom from beginning to end, picked up his little apprentice and left.

The phantom didn't stagger back into his chair until the plain white figure disappeared.

The terrifying pressure just now weighed her breathlessly, and her stone heart was about to stop.

She estimated that the master's contract beast should have known that the Venerable would come out, so she changed direction so quickly, and she thought that he was afraid that the master was a woman.

What a cold-blooded animal, don't remind her.

Although the phantom's face was stiff and expressionless, her heart had already complained about Mosu tens of thousands of times.

Looking at the empty pavilion, the phantom spirit turned into a silver hairpin, she did not return to Qi Feixue's side, but flew to the eaves of the pavilion, and quietly hid on it to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Over there, Qi Feixue was already drunk, and after being picked up by Shizun, she naturally nestled into Shizun's arms with a faint cold plum fragrance.

Smelling the familiar smell, Qi Feixue unconsciously got closer and closer, and sniffed like a puppy.

"Hmm, Master......"

As if she had confirmed the taste of Shizun, she suddenly reached through Shizun's waist and hugged him tightly.

"Master...... Woo......" muttered in a low voice, and Qi Feixue suddenly whimpered.

Then he choked up and cried, "I miss you so much......"

She had been looking for him for a long, long time, and now she had finally found him.