Chapter 277： Benmiao tries to pass the level 8

Feixun's eyes were dim, and he got up to open the door with Chu Ci in his arms. When he opened the door, he saw Fei's housekeeper standing outside, his head slightly lowered, his attitude was considered respectful, but his eyes were a little dodgy.

After all, Feixun still has the identity of a capable person, although his power is not very brilliant, but it is not ordinary people like them that can point out.

They are only carrying out the orders of the host family.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper glanced at the little milk cat who was held by Feixun in his arms, holding a piece of cake, half squinted and gnawing, and a contempt was drawn across his eyes.

His expression made Feixun think about it in his heart, and he saw that his attitude was slightly cold in his eyes, slightly covering Chu Ci's soft body, and his voice was cold, "Is there something?"

"Master Xun, the Patriarch told you to go to the martial arts training ground. I have something to tell you."

Have something to say, go to the martial arts field?

Feixun couldn't help but sneered in his heart. Looking at the person in front of him, what did he have to say to the martial arts field?

The butler's expression moved slightly, and he continued to speak, "It's about the spirit beast you summoned. Master Xun, I'm just a messenger. As for whether or not to go, you decide for yourself."

After he saluted, he turned and left.

Feixun didn't reply, with thoughts in his eyes, looking at the back of Fei's housekeeper. In the previous life, he didn't summon spirit beasts because of his injuries, so there was indeed no such mess.

This time... it is estimated that Feimeng can't wait? After all, Fei Meng was also involved in the accident that damaged his spiritual power.

All day long, I felt that he was obstructing his eyes at the Fei family, and wanted to compete with him for the right to inherit the Fei family.

Feixun's lips twitched coldly.

Chu Ci in his arms had eaten the piece of bread, turned over in his arms, nestled in his arms, and yawned again.

The little paw hooked his clothes, and a sleepy voice rang in his ears, "Fei Xun, are we going?"

"Of course." Maybe this was his chance to leave Fei's house. Listening to the sleepiness in Chu Ci's words, Feixun couldn't help but rub her head with a smile on her fluffy head. "Are you sleepy again?"

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, rubbed his palms along, his paws came out, and he scratched his clothes for fun, and she gave a gruffy response.

When the little paw was scratched enough, he slammed on his hand again, and the soft and warm pad was pressed up. It was soft except for warmth.

Then he tilted his head to look at him, solemnly, "Our sleepy cat has only three states. It can't wake up, and it's still sleeping."

The little milk cat nests in his arms, arrogantly arrogantly saying this, with little ears trembling on his head, just tell him that you want to raise her as a little ancestor.

How can there be such a thing?

The coldness in Feixun's eyes suddenly dissipated, and he couldn't help but squeeze Chu Ci's small meat pad, and then touched Chu Ci's soft fluff, "If you are full, sleep, and eat, it's a piglet. "

Chu Ci squeezed the small meat pad twice with his small paw, and heard this again. A pair of blue eyes widened slightly with a misty sleepiness, then opened his mouth to Feixun's wrist, and the small tooth just clicked. Zi napped on his wrist.

It's super fierce, it hurts when the little cat bites.

Feixun walked towards the martial arts field with a smile in his eyes, his wrists swayed slightly, watching Chu Ci's head sway slightly with his sway.

‘Fei Xun’s love value +3, currently 8. ’