Chapter 271 Immortal Venerable, Enchanted 18

Feng Yu walked to Su Yan's side with a faint smile on his face.

"Master Bishop"

Su Yan bit the apple and didn't speak.

Feng Yu had already covered Su Yan's body with a long gown in his hand.

He tugged at the corner of his gown and covered it.

He even covered a small section of her exposed arm.

After that, neither of them spoke again.

Feng Yu stood beside him, occasionally watching Su Yan finish eating the apple in her hand, and pulled the other fruits closer for her.

Until the sun goes down, the afterglow of the sunset hangs in the sky.

A maid tremblingly walked to Su Yan and knelt on the ground.

"Sect Master, all the parchments you asked for have been collected."

When Su Yan heard this, her eyes lit up.

"Go get the fire, it's all burnt."

The maid was taken aback, but she didn't dare to ask, she just hurriedly responded.

"It's the priest."

Su Yan thought about it and said

"Come here to burn and watch right under my nose."

"Yes"

Soon, the servant girl responded, followed by a dozen servant girls, holding basins of parchment scrolls in her hands.

Went to the open space not far from the gazebo.

Then, the fire rose, poured oil, and the fire was burning vigorously.

The parchment rolls in the basins were all thrown into it.

An unpleasant, pungent smell came.

She turned her head to the side, and Feng Yu, who was behind her, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

A cold and elegant fragrance instantly covered up the pungent aura.

She looked up at Xiao Yu.

At this time, Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and leaned over to ask.

"Can the sect leader eat some more fruit?"

Su Yan looked at him and nodded silently.

After a while, Su Yan had already eaten the fourth apple.

But finally, the parchment scroll was almost done.

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"Put out the fire and see what's left inside."

Then, more than a dozen subordinates came to put out the fire with buckets of water.

After a cup of tea.

One of the subordinates came forward with a tray and knelt on the ground

"Sect Master, those parchment rolls have been burned to ashes. Only this parchment seems to be... not afraid of fire."

Feng Yu next to him walked to the subordinate and brought the tray with the parchment to Su Yan.

he shouted softly

"Master"

Su Yan reached out and held the parchment in his hand.

Nothing on it.

She tossed and turned.

If nothing else, this should be the map of the tomb of the sword demon that Xiaohua said.

After all, Xiaohua said before that the map, swords and guns, were still intact.

How can it show up?

She held it in her hand and looked at it repeatedly for a while.

Didn't study it either.

As soon as she fell silent, the atmosphere around her became cold.

The subordinate kneeling on the ground, his legs are shaking, the whole person is not so much kneeling on the ground, but about to collapse on the ground.

His face was pale, probably thinking that his sect leader was angry, and his life was about to end.

Feng Yu stepped forward and smiled lightly.

"Master, it's getting dark."

When Su Yan heard the sound, she looked up from the sheepskin map.

Follow, just listen to Feng Yu say again

"Is the leader hungry?"

"kindness?"

"Xiao Yu ordered people to prepare meals for the evening, all of which you like to eat, and a stir-fried crane meat for you to try."

Su Yan blinked when she heard the word "Xianhe"

"Crane meat?"

"correct."

The next second, Su Yan threw the parchment roll into Feng Yu's hand.

stand up, look serious

"Go, let's eat."

Feng Yu suppressed the smile on his lips and nodded.

"Yes, Master."