There was a slight commotion behind the other beaded curtains, which naturally showed that these people favored a certain place.
Those who can afford to come here for fun are naturally not short of money, and some are even a bit unconventional.
Seeing everyone go behind a curtain and then not want to come out, I suddenly felt a little unhappy.
They also paid money; they came to enjoy themselves, not to be mistreated.
Such differential treatment is somewhat inappropriate in places of entertainment.
But before they could react, the door opened and another man came in.
The man was as handsome as an immortal, and with every step he took, it was as if the wind was blowing through his clothes.
The women behind the beaded curtain all had shining eyes.
Is this someone new to Qunfang Pavilion? The grand finale?
Qifei, curious, peered through the man standing in front of her towards the door. With just one glance, she froze on the spot, suppressing her urge to find a place to escape.
Master?
What is he doing here?
Qifei quietly stood up, considering whether she would be discovered if she sneaked away now.
Unfortunately, as soon as she took a step, her body was rooted to the spot and she couldn't move.
The man behind the beaded curtain felt a chill run through his body for some reason, as if he had fallen into the depths of winter.
Seeing that his whole body was about to freeze, and not wanting to lose face in front of the guests, the man quickly stepped back from behind the beaded curtain.
As soon as he stepped out, the chill on his body vanished. The man was puzzled, but he could no longer return to the beaded curtain.
Qifei was terrified after being frozen in place. She tried to channel all her spiritual energy into her meridians, but there was no response.
She was considering whether her master would discover if she transformed into her demon form and escaped now.
It's almost certain, since right now, besides her master, there's no one else keeping an eye on her.
"What is Fei'er trying to do?" Shura exuded a chill, his face extremely ugly.
Qi Fei's eyes darted around. Something was wrong. Her current identity was that of a demon, not a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion.
"My lord, I don't know if this little demon has offended you in any way. Please, my lord, show mercy."
Qifei decided to give up and pretend she didn't know him, hoping to get away with it.
"Oh? Did I mistake you for someone else?"
As the surrounding temperature warmed up slightly, Qifei quickly nodded, "This immortal, this little demon is indeed seeing your divine appearance for the first time. I just wanted to come to the mortal world to have some fun, and I have not done anything evil."
There was a moment of silence behind the beaded curtain, then Shura suddenly smiled, "So that's how it is."
However, there is one rule in our Tianling Pavilion.
Upon encountering a monster, one must rid the people of this scourge to prevent it from wreaking havoc on the world.
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Qi Fei looked at Xiu Luo in confusion. How come she didn't know that Tian Ling Pavilion had this rule?
She now suspects that her master may have recognized her and was saying this on purpose.
However, she cannot raise any questions now, since she should not know anything about the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion.
"My sir, I have not done anything to harm the mortal world. Could you please be merciful?" Qi Fei suspected that her face was about to freeze from smiling.
Master wouldn't kill her with a single sword strike, would he?
If she had admitted to being his apprentice before being killed, would he have shown her leniency?
They'll most likely regret not cleaning house sooner.
Qifei's last impression was of Shura's ambiguous smiling face.
When she woke up again, she was lying in bed.
She tried to sit up, but found that her hands and feet were bound by chains.
I tried, but I couldn't activate either demonic or spiritual power.
This finally made Qifei's face turn ugly. Could it be that Shura trapped her here?
and……
Her stomach started rumbling.
When Qifei went to Qunfangge before, she thought there would be food inside, so she didn't eat at all.
I don't know how much time passed, but my stomach naturally started to rebel.
Only when she couldn't open the chains on her feet and hands did Qifei have time to look around the room.
It looks like a thatched hut, but for some reason the rest of the house looks quite ordinary, except for the bed, which feels very luxurious.
If Qifei hadn't been certain that she was still in this world of fantasy, she would have thought she had transmigrated again.
After all, the bed she was sitting on was really big, definitely much bigger than the bed in her home before she transmigrated.
The thatched hut creaked open as Shura walked in carrying a wooden tray.
Qifei really wanted to turn her head away and not look at him with pride, but as Shura walked, the aroma from the bowls on the wooden tray wafted over at the same time.
This made her, who was already starving, immediately and shamelessly stare at the tray in Shura's hand.
What smells so good?
Shura didn't make things difficult for Qifei. He placed the tray on the table and directly helped her untie the bracelets and anklets.
Are you afraid she'll run away?
Seeing that he was setting out the bowls and chopsticks on his own, Qi Fei didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down in front of the table.
For some reason, the table was covered with all her favorite dishes.
A hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. Did her master know what she liked to eat?
In her memory, the original owner of this body seemed to have never eaten with her master; she usually ate by herself.
They had their own small kitchen on Misty Peak, and their master's meals were almost always prepared separately and brought to his room, while they ate together.
It was probably just a coincidence, but I don't know who cooked the food.
"I did it." Shura's expression was much calmer now, without any of the coldness he had shown at the Pavilion of Beauties.
Qifei then realized that she had asked the question without realizing it.
She forced an awkward smile. "So it was made by the immortal himself. This little demon is truly flattered."
"Eat." Shura didn't say anything more and gestured for Qifei to eat.
Qifei was really hungry. After Shura said to eat, she immediately started eating the dishes, completely disregarding whether Shura across from her was eating or not.
No matter what happens next, I'm still going to be a well-fed glutton.
Although she was hungry, Qifei maintained excellent eating manners, always chewing her food thoroughly before swallowing.
Shura didn't eat; at his level, whether he ate or not was irrelevant.
He simply watched Qifei eat with a smile on his lips.
Qifei's eating habits are very infectious; it's as if food tastes especially delicious when she eats.
However, he knew that this was because she had found food she liked; if it wasn't, she wouldn't touch it at all.
After eating and drinking her fill, Qifei realized that Xiuluo hadn't touched a single bite; she had eaten almost everything.
I felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Although I was supposed to be a well-fed ghost, the food was, after all, prepared by my master.
Only then did she belatedly realize that her master might dislike her and twist her neck.
After all, she knew her master's combat power; he was a fearsome figure in the entire cultivation world.
She still values her life.
With a fawning smile, Qi Fei looked at Shura in a coquettish voice, "This immortal, what brings this little demon here?"
"Are you full?" Shura didn't answer Qifei's question, but instead asked a question with an ambiguous meaning.
Qifei nodded blankly, indicating that she was full.
"That's good." Shura snapped his fingers, and the tray and bowl on the table disappeared instantly.
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