"Argh!" Hu Yifeng slammed the book in his hand onto the table and sighed heavily.
He then rolled his eyes before saying in a clear voice, "Sister Zi Xin, accompany me to see how brother and the rest are doing right now!" His voice was pleading and his expression was bitter.
The current Hu Yifeng looked incredibly pitiful.
Nangong Zixin, who was wearing a black tight-fitting dress, immediately knelt down.
Although she was expressionless, there was already some warmth in her eyes.
"Zixin is just a servant.
She can't afford to be called Wang Yijie." "You!" Hu Yi's mood became tense.
He furiously pointed Palace Zi Xin but was unable to do anything.
"Good!
Zi Xin, this king has ordered you to accompany this king to see the Eighth Prince!" Nangong Zixin still knelt on the ground and said with dignity, "Elder Feng said that Wang is still cultivating now, and you can't go anywhere!" "Elder Feng, everything is Elder Feng!
I am the king of the foxes.
If I say I want to go, I will go!" Hu Yifeng became even angrier when he heard the Fox King mentioning him.
What he did was not dignified at all, and everything needed to be approved by Elder Feng.
Hu Yifeng also knew that Elder Feng did it for his own good, but Hu Yifeng still hoped that he could obtain more freedom!
Hu Yifeng also knew that Nangong Zixin was a stubborn person.
The more tough she was, the more uncompromising she would be.
Therefore, he thought of a tactic to make a sacrifice.
"Sister Zixin, I haven't seen you and brother in three years.
Don't you miss them?
Let's go and have a look.
I only need a glance.
I will come back as soon as I see them.
It won't take too much time, and Elder Feng won't know either!" In fact, Nangong Zixin also wanted them.
After the fierce battle, when she woke up, Hu Yifan and Treading on Snow had already left.
So far, for three years, she had not seen them again, and she did not know how they were now.
Seeing Nangong Zixin waver, Hu Yifeng said while walking, pulling Nangong Zixin toward the place he had longed for.
The whole place was surrounded by clouds and mists.
It was a beautiful place, like a fairyland.
In a small courtyard, a big-bellied woman was picking up a feather duster made by herself and cleaning the furniture in the house.
She had a head of smooth and soft silver long hair, but this did not make her seem strange, but rather pure, beautiful and extraordinary.
She supported her somewhat clumsy body with one hand and gently waved the feather duster with the other hand, with a happy smile and motherly glory on her face.
"Bang!" A loud noise drew the woman to look back.
When she saw what was going on, she immediately rushed over with a murderous look, holding up the feather duster in her hand.
"Hu Yizhao!
Put down the memorial tablet in your hand.
Do you hear me?
Hurry up!
If you break it, see how I will punish you later!" It was possible that this violent woman was stepping on the snow, and the man holding a memorial tablet was staring at the woman angrily rushing toward him in horror.
He was none other than Hu Yifan.
"Treading Snow, don't worry.
I didn't do anything.
It's just that it's hard for you to clean up, and it's not convenient.
I just want to help you." Hu Yifan held the memorial tablet and surrounded the table to avoid stepping on snow.
"Help me?
If you don't help me, you're just helping me!
Return it back to me!" Snow-treading chased after him, panting.
He stopped and shouted at Hu Yi, who was standing at a table far away, out of breath.
Three years ago, she had followed Elder Feng back to the foxes' tribe.
Elder Feng had brought Hu Yifeng into the forbidden ground of the foxes' tribe while she waited outside.
After waiting for 49,days, Elder Feng finally brought Hu Yifeng out of the forbidden ground.
Hu Yifeng had survived but had suffered too much damage in the past.

Elder Feng had claimed that he was lucky enough to have managed to escape with his life, but Huyi's intelligence had fallen to the state of being about decades old.
This might lasted only a few years, or perhaps a few decades, or even a lifetime.
Despite this, Huyi Feng still remembered to tread on the snow and not allow anyone else to approach him in the future, so he brought him here to reside.
Then, he regretted his actions.
Huyi's intelligence had dwindled and his destructive powers had become so strong that he would ruin everything in his family.
It was not suitable to travel in seclusion from the outside world, so it wasn't suitable to buy things for him, not to mention turning a house into a homewife.
He would wash clothes, cook dishes, repair tables, make clothes and make shoes.
There was also something that he wouldn't do!
Moreover, in order to prevent Huyi from damaging the family, he had placed the cards at a height that Huyi couldn't reach.
However, Huyi took advantage of this opportunity today and took the cards from her when she wasn't paying attention.
Hu Yifan was somewhat unwilling to let it go when he saw how tired she was.
He looked at the memorial tablet in his hand and gritted his teeth, saying, "Treading Xue, answer my question.
I'll put it back, okay?" "Go ahead and ask!" The Snowstriderer had no ability to compete with Hu Yifan, so he had to do so.
"Then tell me, what does this 'Forefather' of yours, Yuchi Yan's, 'Forefather' mean?" Hu Yiqian had long since disliked this piece of broken tile.
Everyday, he would have to spend a large amount of time to speak to it and not allow it to hear him.
That was the reason why he wanted to take advantage of this tablet over and over again.
"This." Treading Xue felt a little awkward.
She had given Yuchi Yan a tablet before and had not obtained Hu Yi Ran's approval by writing the words 'My ex-husband' on it.
Hu Yiwan did not understand it at all.
Moreover, she had always thought that Hu Yi Ran would agree with her no matter how good it was.
However, now that Hu Yi Ran had asked her, she really did not know what to say.
After a long while, Treading Xue said, "First, it's a dead person..." "Where's the husband?
Is he a husband?" Hu Yihang asked before Trampled Snow could finish.
"Marry and wife, if you give him this title, then you're his wife, right?
What about me?
What's my identity?" Hu Yihang was serious when he said this.
He looked very similar to the wise Hu Yiqian he used to be.
Tramp Snow thought that Hu Yihang was the one who came back.
"In the book, I said that husband and wife are like birds in the forest.
When disaster occurs, they both fly in different directions.
So, when you and Yuchi Yan encountered a disaster, you and Yuchi Yan flew in separate directions and then found me, your future husband?" Hu Yifu asked while blinking his eyes.
If anyone else had seen Hu Yihong's cute appearance, they would have given up their weapons and surrendered.
However, when they were in the snow, they were gnashing their teeth in anger.
"Hu Yi, you're not allowed to read those books anymore!" "Why?
Why can't I read them?
Aren't you reading those books every day?" Hu Yi was not convinced and pouted.
"No reason, if I said no, then it's impossible!
Otherwise, just wait to be punished and kneel in the courtyard!" said the Snowstrider.
It was all because she felt that the days in the mountains were lonely and hard to live in.
Elder Tuofeng went to the mortal world to buy some leisure books for her, and she was reading them.
Unexpectedly, now Hu Yida read them and had so many strange theories.
The Snow-treading Hall was really repenting!
"Oh," Hu Yimo replied in a gloomy voice.
"Why don't you put the cards back and wait to receive your challenge?" T-shirting Snow thumped the chicken hair duster on the table with a "bang" sound and roared.
"Yes!" Hu Yihang finally let it go reluctantly.
Outside the house, not far away, two people, one big and one small, had been standing there for a long time.
Nangong Zixin touched the tears at the corner of her eyes and said coldly, "Wang, you have been watching for a long time.
We should go back!" "Oh." Hu Yifeng was unusually obedient and didn't argue with Nangong Zixin anymore.
They went back in silence.
Neither of them used their magic power because they didn't want to get away from Hu Yifeng and his Treading on the snow so soon.
After walking for a while, Hu Yifeng said sullenly, "They are happy, aren't they?" Nangong Zixin looked back at the small courtyard in the clouds and mist, and nodded heavily and said, "Well, it will always be happy!"