After the few people who were selfless finished making incense, they didn't stay much, and went directly to the Baishi Pavilion.

However, Sang Wuyun still did not leave, standing next to Sang Xiaoman as if no one was around.

This time, without waiting for Sang Xiaoman to speak, he himself explained with a smile:

"There are a few friends who haven't arrived, and I'll go there when they come. ”

"Uncle friends are all over the world, niece, I have opened my eyes today. ”

Sang Xiaoman said in a calm tone.

Having said that, in fact, she was still a little apprehensive in her heart, seeing that Sang Wuyun's chips were getting bigger and bigger, if there was another great monk of the same level as that Wen Huazi to come, she might really have to use the last resort.

"Where, where. ”

Sang Wuyun smiled, then looked ahead with his hands behind his back and said:

"Xiaoman might as well guess the identities of my last friends. ”

"Since she is a friend of the uncle, she will naturally not be a mediocre person, and the little niece is short-sighted, so I am afraid that I can't guess it. ”

Sang Xiaoman is not salty or indifferent.

At this time, there were fewer people who could enter the back hall to mourn, and Sang Wuyun wanted to stand here, but she didn't bother to care.

"Haha, Xiaoman, you're laughing. ”

Sang Wuyun smiled heartily, he was in a good mood at the moment, even if Sang Xiaoman was a little cynical in his words, he didn't care.

"Of these people who are about to arrive, there is actually one Xiaoman that you also know, that is, Nalan Kun, the master of the Fengsheng Mansion, you are no stranger to this Xiaoman, right?"

He glanced sideways at Sang Xiaoman.

Hearing the name Nalan Kun, Sang Xiaoman's brows furrowed inadvertently, this demon cultivator can be described as full of evil in Yanzhou, if it wasn't for the Immortal League's obstruction, he would have been killed by Sang Bu indiscriminately.

But putting aside his notoriety, this person's strength can be regarded as genuine, there is no doubt that he is there, and his uncle Sang Wuyun has added another strong reinforcement.

"Uncle, just tell me the identities of the other two. ”

Sang Xiaoman smiled at Sang Wuyun a little stiffly.

"These last two, although you haven't seen Xiaoman, you must have heard of it. ”

Sang Wuyun didn't sell Guan Zi anymore, and said directly:

"These two are the two ghost envoys of the eight ghost envoys of Yan Prison, the bull head and horse face. ”

Hearing this, Sang Xiaoman sneered, and then said:

"Speaking of which, Yan Jian has also decided to stand on the side of Uncle this time?"

At this point, Sang Wuyan's plan is basically clear, for the position of the head of the family, he not only colluded with the Immortal Alliance, but also said that Yan Prison was moved.

Let's not talk about whether these people will directly interfere in the affairs of the Sang family, they can come here, and their attitude is already very clear, the Immortal Alliance and Yan Prison have made it clear that they want to support the combination of the word and suppress the Tianzi line.

But at this point, Sang Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been weighing the pros and cons of opposing the Immortal Alliance before, and now it was just right, since the attitudes of the Immortal Alliance and Yan Prison were so clear, she didn't have to worry about it.

"Why does Xiaoman say it so much, how can he say that he is standing on my uncle's side?"

Sang Wuyun said dissatisfied.

"Whose side is that?"

Sang Xiaoman said, looking at Sang Wuyun's coy appearance, she wanted to laugh a little.

"Naturally, I am on the side of the Sang family, you and I are a family. ”

Sang Wuyun said with the caring eyes of the elders for the juniors.

"Uncle, you said so much, do you still want me to marry into your family?"

Sang Xiaoman asked with a smile.

"Xiaoman, you are a smart person, a smart person should see the current situation clearly, and your marriage is only good for you. ”

Sang Wuyun spoke earnestly and authentically.

"If you want, I will take them out of this back hall right now, and let your father be buried in style. ”

He added.

When Sang Xiaoman heard this, after being silent for a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Sang Wuyun, and then said with a smile:

"I don't want to. ”

"Humph!"

Sang Wuyun snorted coldly, and then said coldly:

"Then you just wait to be the eternal sinner of the Sang family!"

Sang Xiaoman ignored him, and just silently knelt down on the futon next to the spiritual seat, waiting for the next guest who came to pay his respects.

It's just that he didn't wait for the next guest, but a descendant of the Sang family ran over panting.

"Little, miss, there is a little girl at the door who insists on breaking in. ”

The man said with some cringe.

"Do you want to ask Miss about this kind of thing? ”

Without waiting for Sang Xiaoman to speak, Zhai Rong on the side suddenly stood up and said with an angry look on his face.

"But, but she said that she knew Miss, and asked me to give this thing to Miss, saying that Miss would let her in when she saw it. ”

The little man shuddered and picked up a yarrow bracelet.

Originally, Sang Xiaoman didn't pay much attention to this person's words, but when she saw this yarrow bracelet, her heart seemed to be hammered violently.

She stood up and snatched the yarrow bracelet from the man's hand.

After carefully examining it, her heart began to beat violently, and she could not calm down.

"Where is the little girl now?"

After forcibly calming himself down, Sang Xiaoman asked the man.

"It's right outside, it's right outside. ”

Seeing Sang Xiaoman's reaction, the next person finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bring her in. ”

Although she was very much like rushing out at the moment and meeting the little girl in person, she still extinguished this idea when she was afraid of Sang Wuyun on the side.

"Miss, is this ......?"

Zhai Rong glanced at the yarrow bracelet in Sang Xiaoman's hand, and then frowned.

It's just that he was only halfway through his words when he saw Sang Xiaoman shaking his head at him, so he didn't ask, but Sang Xiaoman's reaction still confirmed the conjecture in his heart.

"Why is Xiaoman's niece still playing dumb riddles with Zhai Lao?"

Sang Wuyun was so shrewd, he had already smelled something wrong from Sang Xiaoman's eyes.

"Could it be that this is the master you invited from Xiaoman?"

He asked with a smile.

"Uncle smiled, it's just an old friend I haven't seen for many years. ”

Sang Xiaoman said quietly, but the tone of her speech at this time became unprecedentedly brisk.

Soon, everyone saw that the man was leading a young girl over.

The girl's appearance is delicate, exuding an inexplicable sense of agility all over her body, with the pink skirt, like a rose with a drop of dew in the morning, bright and moving.

However, in addition to her appearance and demeanor, everyone found that this was just an ordinary little girl, and her cultivation in the spiritual realm could be seen through at a glance.

And Sang Wuyun's heart that was hanging just now was also put down at this moment, and he even laughed at himself a little:

"An ordinary little girl can scare you like this, Sang Wuyan, Sang Wuyan, you are really old. ”

Besides, the curtain soon followed the villain to Sang Xiaoman.

It's just that before Sang Xiaoman could speak, he asked Sang Xiaoman excitedly:

"Are you Sister Xiaoman?"

"...... right"

Before Sang Xiaoman finished speaking, the curtain threw herself into Sang Xiaoman's arms, hugged her small waist and said happily:

"I finally see you, Sister Xiaoman!"