Chapter 145 (1/2)

”Zhi...”

Just when vanity and Zhitong were surprised, Xiao Jin suddenly shouted with excitement.

However, its volume is very small, and its cry is not much. The middle-aged women don't care. They thought that Xiao Jin was ecstatic when he saw too many delicious food, but he tightened his arms even more.

Xiao Jin was so squeezed by her arms and fat on her chest that she naturally wanted to struggle, but suddenly remembered her wasted advice, and immediately took back her teeth and mouth ready to bite.

He just looked at the waste with his poor eyes full of infinite expectation and wanted his master to save it.

Idleness was awakened by its scream. He was stunned when he saw Xiao Jin's bright eyes.

Just then, a strange idea suddenly came into my mind: did Xiao Jin find any treasure?

As soon as the idea came into being, it quickly became deeply rooted. It made waste. I couldn't help looking at it along Xiao Jin's anxious line of sight, but I was seeing that the location was where the evil wind had just struck.

Bad breath!

The wasted eyes suddenly lit up. Did Xiao Jin like to be angry?

Thinking like this, the middle-aged woman has walked into the main house.

As soon as I entered the main room, the feeling of wasting my heart was more real. The cold feeling was suddenly aggravated. The bright sunshine seemed to be blocked out by this strong Yin Qi.

Is the evil spirit so heavy?

With a slight consternation, he turned his head and looked at the master, but saw that Zhitong was also frowning at the moment, with doubts in his eyes. The profound and unpredictable on his face had faded, replaced by a look of prudence.

Just then, the voice of the middle-aged woman also sounded: ”master, after my father died, this villa has been empty, so it hasn't been cleaned. It's a little messy. Please forgive me.”

Zhitong has now returned to normal, but he smiled calmly and waved his hand carelessly: ”female benefactor, you're welcome. I have a question to ask.”

The middle-aged woman was stunned, but for a moment she remembered that Zhitong was about to chant scriptures. Suddenly, a touch of joy appeared on her face: ”what does the master have to say, but it doesn't hurt. The disciple must know everything.”

”Benefactor, have you ever lived in this villa since your father died?” Zhitong's words were faint, but his sight slowly swept around and observed everything around him carefully.

The middle-aged woman's face was filled with an unnatural expression, but she noticed that there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

However, after all, she gently clenched her teeth, but gently put her hand together at the temples. However, she forgot that Xiao Jin was still in her arms, so that the little guy finally broke away from his imprisonment and jumped directly into the arms of waste.