If Zhang Guifeng had seen how Ma Xiaoyao had just beaten Li Desheng, she would have restrained her mouth a little, but unfortunately she didn't, so she was still chattering away.

"That pair of adulterers gave birth to a child but didn't know how to raise it, and left it for me to suffer this sin, really..."

Ma Xiaoyao couldn't bear it any longer, and roared in anger, "Shut up!"

Zhang Guifeng was stunned, her hand still holding the melon seeds, her eyes full of disbelief.

After a moment, she came back to her senses, so angry that her hair almost exploded. This Ma Xiaoyao really had the audacity today to tell her to shut up!

Zhang Guifeng stood up, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at Ma Xiaoyao, looking like a fat, round kettle.

And this kettle was about to erupt!

But Ma Xiaoyao took the lead. Before Zhang Guifeng could open her mouth, he spoke first, "You can say anything about me, but I won't allow you to talk about my mom!"

"Bah!"

Zhang Guifeng spat, "You still have the nerve to call her Mom? That vixen only gave birth to you, but has she ever cared for you for a single day? I'm telling you, if she had even a little bit of feeling for you, she wouldn't have abandoned you!"

"You little brat, you don't appreciate my kindness, and you even dare to talk back to me. I'm not going to serve you anymore!"

"You're talking nonsense, my mom is definitely not like that!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes were red, and he shouted hysterically, "If you don't want to serve me, then don't! Who cares? From today on, Ma Xiaoyao doesn't need you to support me anymore. I'll pay you back everything I owe you sooner or later!"

After shouting these impassioned words, Ma Xiaoyao stormed out, slamming the door so hard that it rattled.

"Xiaoyao! Stop right there!" Ma Youliang shouted, wanting to chase after Ma Xiaoyao.

He had just run to the door when Zhang Guifeng roared at him, "Ma Youliang, if you dare to walk out of this door today, don't ever come back!"

Frightened, Ma Youliang quickly stopped, glanced at Zhang Guifeng with a conflicted look, and finally slowly returned to the house.

Ma Dazhuang just stared at everything that was happening in front of him, not understanding what was going on.

After Ma Xiaoyao ran out of his second uncle's house in a fit of anger, he walked on the gravel road in the village, kicking the small stones on the ground as he muttered, "Hmph, my mom wouldn't abandon me! That evil second aunt is just talking nonsense!"

Ma Xiaoyao muttered to himself as he walked forward, but he didn't actually know where he was going, or where he could go.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and there were no streetlights in the village, and not a single light in any house was lit for Ma Xiaoyao.

As he walked, Ma Xiaoyao suddenly felt a bit of coolness on the tip of his nose. He looked up and saw that snow had begun to fall from the sky at some point, the snowflakes landing on the tip of his nose and instantly turning into water.

The snowflakes fell slowly, and soon a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground.

"It's so cold!" Ma Xiaoyao tightened his clothes, lowered his head, and continued to walk forward.

He planned to spend the night in the dilapidated temple at the west end of the village. Although the temple was old and dilapidated, at least it could block the wind and snow. As for the future, he would think about it after the sun rose tomorrow!

Pushing open the door of the dilapidated temple, Ma Xiaoyao hid inside. It was pitch black inside, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

In the center of the dilapidated temple, there used to be a statue of a Bodhisattva, but now only the lower half of the Bodhisattva remained, so naturally no one came to worship it anymore.

Ma Xiaoyao took out his phone and, using the faint light from the screen, saw a tattered prayer cushion on the ground.

He picked up the prayer cushion and patted it hard. The dust that had accumulated on it made Ma Xiaoyao sneeze. Ma Xiaoyao didn't care whether it was dirty or not, and sat down on it with a thud.

"Whew!" Ma Xiaoyao clasped his hands together and breathed on them, "I hope I don't freeze to death here tonight."

Out of boredom, Ma Xiaoyao took out his phone again and opened the conversation interface with strategist Xiao You.

"Xiao You, I'm so bored, what should I do?" Ma Xiaoyao typed this line in the chat box with a shiver and clicked send.

"I can chat with Master," Xiao You replied almost instantly, and Ma Xiaoyao felt extremely happy.

Although he still couldn't completely figure out what was going on with this phone, there was no doubt that this phone had added a lot of fun to Ma Xiaoyao's life.

Before Ma Xiaoyao could reply to Xiao You, Xiao You sent another message: "Or you can summon the Yuki-Onna to keep you company!"

"Hey~ that's a reliable suggestion!" Chen Xiao giggled.

Although the Yuki-Onna (snow woman) had the word 'demon' in her name, she was really cute! And her personality was very shy, and she looked especially gentle.

Chen Xiao summoned the Yuki-Onna without hesitation.

A flash of white light, and the Yuki-Onna in white appeared in front of Chen Xiao, her hands folded in front of her, looking a little restrained.

After appearing, the Yuki-Onna looked left and right, and then cautiously said, "Master, it seems you are not being attacked by dangerous people."

Ma Xiaoyao said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh... no danger, can't I summon you out?"

"No, no, no!" The Yuki-Onna quickly denied, "Your servant is always waiting for Master's summons."

After saying that, a blush appeared on the Yuki-Onna's crystal-clear face.

But Ma Xiaoyao was still intoxicated by the Yuki-Onna's words "your servant." These two words gave him the feeling of becoming an emperor, and he was secretly pleased.

"Hehehe!" Ma Xiaoyao giggled a few times, "Oh, what should I call you? Yuki-Onna seems to be the name of a species, not your name, right?"

"Yes." The Yuki-Onna nodded, "Your servant begs Master to bestow a name!"

"Huh? So I can give you a name!" Ma Xiaoyao finally had a little bit of awareness of being the master: "Then should I call you Xiao Xue? Or Xiao Yao?"

The Yuki-Onna lowered her head slightly, noncommittal, seemingly waiting for Ma Xiaoyao to decide.

Ma Xiaoyao could see that the Yuki-Onna was unlikely to provide any constructive advice, so he had to think of a name himself.

Ma Xiaoyao racked his brains and thought for a while, and finally slapped his forehead and said, "How about I call you Xue Ji!"

"Uh..." The Yuki-Onna groaned, and her face turned even redder.

Ma Xiaoyao then realized that there was ambiguity in his words!

He quickly explained, "No, no, no, you misunderstood, not 'xue ji ba', just the two words Xue Ji!" ('ba' is an interjection often used to soften the tone.)

If he hadn't explained, it would have been fine, but with this explanation, the Yuki-Onna's face turned even redder, wishing she could bury her head in her chest, but she still replied in a very soft voice, "Okay."

At this time, Ma Xiaoyao noticed that although the Yuki-Onna was petite, the size of her chest was not petite at all!

Just as Ma Xiaoyao's saliva was about to drool, Xue Ji suddenly said alertly, "Master, not good, someone's coming!"