Xia Houyan was carefully observing Miss Isa Sandria's office when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door. He thought to himself that these two girls came back very quickly. He quickly took away the hay man who had seriously infringed on his image rights.

Stuffed into my arms.

Then, Bai Shuang's voice came from far outside the door:

"Mourning, mourning for the deceased?"

Then there was a sound of running, as if Bai Shuang ran back to the study door from somewhere.

Xia Houyan thought Bai Shuang was calling him, and was about to answer when he heard another voice outside the door tiredly replying:

"Ah, it's Bai Shuang, I'm back...what, are you okay?"

Xia Houyan's expression froze.

Because the voice that answered Bai Shuang outside the door seemed to be the same as his own voice...

Exactly the same...

Bai Shuang's voice came through the door panel, and he seemed a little confused:

"Ah... But, Lord Mourner, didn't you already enter the study just now? Why... why did you come back from outside the headquarters again?"

A long silence.

Xia Houyan felt a drop of cold sweat slowly flow down his forehead, as heavy as a rolling stone.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of "Elliot Igor" outside the door calmly replied:

"When I entered the study just now, I was wearing the same black cloak? I was also wearing a purple hyacinth on my shoulders?"

"Yes...yes..." Bai Shuang obviously couldn't figure out the situation and stammered.

There was another moment of silence. Just as the Xiahou officials were looking around for a ventilation pipe through which they could escape, "Elliot Igor" outside the door replied calmly:

"I was just testing an escape mechanism that can teleport over short distances. After entering the study, I teleported outside the headquarters... It seems the effect is pretty good so far, don't be nervous."

Xia Houyan was stunned.

Bai Shuang outside the door seemed to be relieved:

"That's good. I also asked you how you changed places without anyone noticing... Then, what about the list of believers that you asked me and Xuan Bing to get just now? Are we going to go to the underground secret vault to get it?"

"List of believers..." The official mourner lady outside the door seemed to chew on these words, and then said coldly, "Okay, you go ahead and get it...your 'mourners' need this very much.

Where’s the stuff…”

Xia Houyan could almost feel the murderous intent in his fiancée's voice.

Only Bai Shuang, whose head seemed to be missing a string, happily agreed and walked away.

After a moment of calm, the door handle of the study room was turned.

Xia Houyan watched helplessly as another "mourner" wearing a black robe and wearing a hyacinth on his shoulder slowly walked into the study and stared at himself, forcing out a super stiff and awkward smile.

One true and one false, the two mourners of the "Bo Burial Sect" looked at each other quietly.

The Lord of Frost Maple Ridge was roaring in his heart:

I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked! Why the hell did this little girl come back so fast!

He originally thought that he could take advantage of Isa's absence and pretend to be her identity to get some secrets of the Burial Sect, but he didn't expect that after Isa Sandria escaped from the busy city, she apparently rushed back to the cult headquarters without stopping...

"Uh..." a certain six-eared macaque asked tentatively, "Hello?"

A long and tired sigh came from the depths of Isa Sandria's black hood. She stretched out her slender hands and slowly took off her hood, revealing her fair and pretty face that was shy of the moon.

Of course, there was a bruise on the side of Isa's cheek at this time, which was hit when she was pushed to the street by someone just now.

Isa Sandria stared intently at the helpless mourners of Xibei, slowly picked a small green conch from her neck, and then asked coldly in her own soft and waxy voice:

"Is it fun to pretend to be me, my dear fiancé, the respected Lord of Frost Maple Ridge?"

At this point, there seemed to be no way to escape. Xia Houyan simply smashed the jar, took off his hood, pointed at the "Foley Snail" held in Isa's little fist, and retorted without giving in:

"My Miss Isa, it seems that you pretended to be me first, right? We at Shuangmaple Ridge are very copyright conscious. If you use my voice as you please, have you paid me?!"

Even in the dim light of the study, Isa Sandria's face seemed a little red;

Then, she put her hands on her hips, glared angrily at Lord Frost Maple Ridge who revealed his true face, and said angrily:

"Who, who said that you are the only one in the whole continent with a voice like this! I, I can use whatever voice I want!"

"What about this one?" Xia Houyan took out the Frost Maple Ridge Lord doll from his arms and held it up to Isa's eyes, "Have you obtained permission from our Frost Maple Ridge Copyright Office for using my image to stab the villain?"

Isa Sandria's movements and expression froze at the same time.

She subconsciously glanced at her desk, and sure enough she found that the little doll she usually loved to sleep with was gone.

The Countess of the Stigmata and the mourner of the Thousand Burial Sect, whose private life was tragically exposed, glared at the lord angrily and almost bit her lip to bleed.

"Let's see, we at Shuangmangling are encouraging cultural construction and turning a blind eye to piracy..." Xia Houyan shook the doll in his hand and shrugged, "Imitate my voice, five gold coins,

Use my image to make a doll, eight gold coins, Isa, you only need to pay me a total of thirteen——"

Xia Houyan didn't have time to say the second half of his sentence.

Because he had to bend down to avoid a "foley snail" that was attacking from the air and full of shame and anger.

"Elliot Igor!" Isa Sandria's expression at this time was not as elegant, charming and seductive as at the dinner party, but only the anger of a girl who wanted to burn half the sky, "You just hit me

I!"

Xia Houyan's brain was short-circuited.

In his expectation, whether Isa Sandria accused him of pretending to be a mourner or stealing sect secrets, it was understandable. It was normal for him to be furious after his own organization was infiltrated;

But...what does "you just hit me" mean?

Compared with the fate of the "Bo Burial Sect", is this little thing really worth fussing about?

"Dear Miss Isa, please forgive me..." Xia Houyan wiped his hair and said coolly, "I have beaten countless people in the Soul-Splitting Land. If everyone who has been beaten by me demands an apology, I will

He has to bow so much that his discs are protruding from his waist..."

The next second the lord is not so cool.

Because Isa Sandria had already pounced on him like a wild cat, beating his arm crazily with her weak little fists.

Xia Houyan squatted down very covertly: He had been working too much at the desk these days, and his shoulders and neck were sore. It was just the right time for this crazy girl to give him a pounding...

However, Isa Sandria's scraping massage did not last long. The furious Countess of St. Mark's Land grabbed the lord's breast and pointed at the bruises on her face:

"This! You hit it all just now!"

"Uh... I guess... right?" Because Isha's face was too close, Xia Houyan had to tilt his head back to avoid her rose-scented breath and see Isha clearly.

The injuries on the face.

"You are responsible!" Isa said angrily.

"Huh?"

"Knead it for me!" Isa Sandria shouted angrily.

The lord opened his mouth but could not speak.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Isa seemed to regret it a little, her eyes flickering for a while.

Xia Houyan tentatively stretched out two fingers, placed them against Isa's cheek, and rubbed them.

It feels great in hand.

"Um... Isa, did your butt hurt from the fall just now?" He retracted his hand and asked with a bad smile, "Um... do you still need me to be responsible?"

Isa Sandria raised her face angrily and stared at this shameless guy, her cheeks were stained red, and she didn't know whether it was because of anger or shame——

——Then, completely beyond Xia Houyan's expectation, she said an inaudible "hmm".

The Lord of Frost Maple Ridge was stunned for a moment, then decisively obeyed the order, reaching behind Isa, covering her injury and rubbing it vigorously.

But when he lowered his head to look at Isa's expression, he found that the girl had lowered her head deeply, only showing him a small head with black hair.

Then, Isa slapped his evil hand away, stretched out her arms to push him back a few steps, and finally raised her head again to stare at the lord.

The blush on the countess's face has not faded away, but her expression has become cold and serious again.

Xia Houyan raised his hands innocently to show that he was harmless to humans and animals.

"You..." Isa probably gritted her teeth before maintaining her business-like indifferent tone, "...why are you on the street, why are you chasing me...chasing--"

Isa Sandria pursed her lips before reluctantly continuing:

"——Chasing me, the mourner of the Bo Burial Sect? Also, why are you pretending to be me? What are your intentions towards the Bo Burial Sect? Dear Lord of Frost Maple Ridge, please answer these questions for me!"

Xia Houyan rolled his eyes:

"Let me make it clear first...I did not impersonate you intentionally...it was just because your two bodyguards were blind and couldn't recognize anyone..."

Isha seemed to mutter something hatefully, then stared at the official Xiahou and said sternly:

"'No deliberate impersonation'?! Then what's going on with your silent robe and purple hyacinth?!"

Xia Houyan spread his hands:
To be continued...