Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Seeing that Rong Jue had suddenly returned to his indifferent and aloof attitude, Aunt Cai didn't dare to say much. She just responded twice and hurried back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Rong Jue thought about it and went upstairs again to change his clothes.

There's a wet spot on the collar, it's really inappropriate to wear this way.

but……

He now "dares not" change clothes in his room.

You don't need to guess, if he takes off his clothes, this little pervert following behind him will come up to him, and even make some moves...

If it were a ghost, no matter how powerful he was, he could easily trap the other party by drawing a formation or setting up a barrier.

But I can't do that to this little pervert.

For some reason, all his methods of dealing with ghosts had no effect on this little pervert.

Rong Jue pressed his brows with a headache, and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and walked to the phone in the living room and made a call.

Si Cen was also very curious about this thing.

Does anyone still use this kind of wired landline these days?

and many more……

Si Cen finally found the highlight.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy became hundreds of times denser, and there were so many heavenly masters everywhere, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The house was decorated in Chinese style, so Si Cen thought it was an imitation of antiques. However, there were indeed very few electrical appliances in it, and the refrigerator and other items did not look very "fashionable and advanced".

Plus this landline...

Could it be that he is no longer in the era when he first became a ghost, but has traveled back several decades?

what?

Si Cen was at a loss.

How is this going?

Si Cen was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to what Rong Jue was saying.

But a few minutes later, Rong Jue had a guest.

You can't say he's a guest, he's just an errand boy.

A young boy who looked very clever, who was not able to enter the courtyard, handed something to another servant in the small building outside and said respectfully, "My great grandfather ordered that Mr. Rong needs it urgently and can't find a better one at the moment, so he asked someone to find a better one. When he finds it, he will ask me to deliver it to you."

The servant thanked the boy's great-grandfather politely and gave him a thank-you gift.

The boy left happily.

The servant hurriedly brought the things in.

Si Cen floated over curiously and saw a rectangular wooden box that looked quite delicate. He wondered what was inside.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Rong Jue open the box, and there were a few thin incense sticks inside.

Rong Jue took out an incense stick and lit it, then casually placed the incense stick in a small vase about the length of a palm.

A thin wisp of smoke floated up, and Si Cen's gaze and Apia's body were involuntarily following the small vase in Rong Jue's hand, or the lit incense.

It smells so good~

Si Cen took a deep breath.

It was visible to the naked eye that the incense stick that was originally burning normally suddenly burned out a large part.

A "feeling of fullness" that was completely different from feeling full made Si Cen feel warm all over and very comfortable.

The servant who witnessed the abnormal scene of a large section of incense stick being burned in an instant suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a look of fear and confusion on his face.

Did he read that correctly?

But how is it possible?

How could there be ghosts where Mr. Rong is?

Oh, that’s not right. The incense that Mr. Rong lit was originally used to feed ghosts... What is Mr. Rong doing?

The servant is just an ordinary man with a wide range of knowledge. He is not a master and cannot see ghosts, but he knows a lot of knowledge in this area.

I immediately realized that the abnormality of the incense stick was because a ghost was eating it.

He glanced at Rong Jue's face with fear and nervousness, but was stunned again.

Mr. Rong...did you smile just now?

You must have read it wrong!

Rong Jue did raise the corners of his lips just now, although it was not very obvious.

The eager look in this little pervert's eyes makes him look like a puppy hung by a meat dog's head. Well... he's just a little too greedy.

I'll order two for him next time.

It’s probably because the quality of the incense is not good enough. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a weak little pervert who can’t even maintain a complete soul to eat so much at once no matter how greedy he is.

It was also because Rong Jue had never raised a little pervert before, and he didn't understand these foods specially given to little perverts. His estimation was a little wrong, so he moved faster.

While the little pervert's attention was attracted by the fragrant incense, Rong Jue quickly went upstairs and changed his clothes in no time.

When he came down again, he saw that the incense sticks in the vase had burned out. The little pervert was slumped on the sofa with his belly exposed. One hand was touching his not-so-round belly, with a blank, dazed expression on his face.

Si Cen didn't come back to his senses until he heard Rong Jue's footsteps.

He licked his lips with some satisfaction and found that his mouth was very lonely.

Although this incense is really fragrant and very filling.

But... I still miss the feeling of eating with my mouth.

"Huh? Why did you change your clothes? Rongrong, you're so vain?"

If it weren't for Rong Jue's good composure, he would have almost staggered by this title.

But it’s a good thing that the little pervert didn’t realize that I was using incense sticks to trap him.

Otherwise, Rong Jue wouldn't know what to do with this little pervert.

"Mr. Rong, breakfast is ready."

Aunt Cai didn't know what had just happened in the living room. After preparing breakfast, she hurried out to ask for instructions.

Rong Jue went straight to the dining table to eat breakfast, and said to the uncle and aunt, "You eat too."

Naturally, they did not eat at the same table with the host family. Instead, they ate together in a smaller dining room next to the kitchen.

"Wow... this bun looks so delicious, take a bite, yes, sip some of the soup! Oh, you slurped it up... it all flowed out, what a pity... Rongrong, you really don't know how to eat!"

"Ah! How can you eat sweet tofu pudding?! You are simply a heretic, Rongrong. Only Cen Cen will not dislike you~"

“Slurp… They all smell so good, oooo…”

As he spoke, tears of sadness flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Rong Jue: ...

Rong Jue had lived for twenty-five years and had never eaten such a noisy breakfast.

Moreover, the little pervert's searchlight-like gaze made his meal even more uncomfortable.

In the end, he only ate half full. He couldn't stand Si Cen's envious and eager eyes, so he put down his chopsticks and ended this breakfast that gave him a headache.

Si Cen thought that he would go out to do something after breakfast, so he could follow him out and see for himself whether he really had traveled back to decades ago as in the original text.

However, Rong Jue turned around and went upstairs again.

Si Cen saw him enter the study and followed him in with great interest.

But she floated behind him, lay on his shoulder, and followed him to read a very boring book for about ten minutes, not sure whether it was about geography or humanities. As Si Cen became more and more bored, the sleepiness he felt last night came over him again.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into a deep sleep.

Rong Jue: ...