Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

[Bean: Also, can someone explain to me what species the civet is? And I won't be the last one to know this, right?]

【Xiang: Already taken [Picture 1] [Picture 2] [Picture 3] @dou】

[Eight: Anyway, I don't know, but judging by my second brother's reaction, she shouldn't be a bad demon, otherwise she would have put a demon-suppressing talisman on her long ago.]

[Xiang: Holy shit, I was a step too late and only overheard half of it. What did I miss? I thought the ears on her head were fake!]

【Bean:(ーー;) Useless thing. 】

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During the day, Zhu Jiuxuan's room was actually the room next to Jingzhi's.

These two rooms also have a door belonging to Old Wang... no, it's Old Mom's door.

When Jingzhi bought the house, the agent explained that this door was opened to make it convenient for the parents in the master bedroom to get up at night to check on their young children, while at the same time preventing them from being in the same room and losing their privacy.

At this time, Jingzhi came to the door, hesitated for a while, and finally turned the door handle and opened the door a crack.

The light from her room shone directly into Zhu Jiu's dark room through the crack. Zhu Jiu propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Jingzhi? What's wrong?"

Jingzhi opened the door and immediately ran back to the bed to lie down. After turning off the light, she held the quilt and looked at the ceiling, saying softly:

"It's okay, as long as you're still here."

"Don't think too much. I, I want to sleep with a crack open so I can get some fresh air."

Breathable?

Why don't you open the window for ventilation, but open this door instead?

She really says one thing and means another.

Zhu Jiu slowly lay back on the bed, turned over, and lay on his side facing the door.

"Well, go to bed early."

After a while, Zhu Jiu, who was staring at the small crack, suddenly heard the mattress creaking next to her, and then her soft voice rang out, "Brother Jiu, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

"..."

Zhu Jiu was at a loss for words. How could he tell a bedtime story? He never read fairy tales.

He thought for a moment and whispered, "Can I tell you my story about catching ghosts?"

The woman next door responded immediately, even with a hint of excitement in her voice: "Okay!"

A low voice slowly rang out in the two rooms. After a few minutes, Jingzhi let out a long breath, and his breathing gradually lengthened.

The storytelling voice stopped abruptly.

Did she sleep?

Zhu Jiu quietly sat up, and before he got out of bed, he felt the abnormality in the direction of the surrounding airflow and the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Okay, she is practicing.

He'd better not bother her.

Wang Zhao was right. She was really racing against time to enhance her own strength.

……

Zhu Jiu, who was about to go to sleep, turned on the small lamp beside the bed, pinched the jade cat on his chest and looked at it. He thought that he should work hard to give her some real sense of security.

After a rustling sound, the desk lamp lit up and Zhu Jiu began to read the book he brought from home today.

The books are divided into two piles, one pile is materials related to formations, and the other pile is books on the principles of battery storage.

Each pile was more difficult to understand than the next, but Zhu Jiu was so engrossed in reading them that for some reason, his eyelids gradually became sore.

The stars move and the dew gets heavier.

Zhu Jiu had fallen asleep on the table.

The crack in the middle door quietly opened.

"Little guy, I don't believe you won't feel sleepy when I'm practicing. You're secretly reading in the middle of the night. You don't want to use your eyes anymore, right?"

After a few quiet complaints, he was carried to the bed and tucked in.

Jingzhi sat at the head of his bed, lowered her eyes and observed him for a long time.

Then he made a barrier and wrapped him and the bed inside it.

"Good night, Brother Jiu."

……

As the sky was just getting light, the villas on the beach were silent, with only a few seagulls flying across the gray sky.

Zhu Jiu's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

What stinks so much?

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

A transparent arc of light appeared before his eyes, like a huge bubble covering him.

He stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.

As if knowing it was him, the bubble popped and burst, dissipating into the air.

Suddenly, I could hear the sound of waves, seagulls, and the long breathing coming from next door.

That thing just now, was it the barrier she set up?

Zhu Jiu suddenly had an idea in his mind. It seemed that if he wanted to repair the defense formation, he had to discuss it with her.

But there is something more important at hand.

Zhu Jiu sat up and took off his yellowed T-shirt with disgust.

He seems to have gone bad.

But he couldn't just appear in front of her like this, he had to take a shower.

The middle door was quietly closed.

Zhu Jiu quickly stripped himself naked and walked into the bathroom.

As the warm water flowed through his body, the slightly turbid water flowed across his body and fell to the ground.

Zhu Jiu never knew that so much black mud could be rubbed out of his body.

He took this bath for more than forty minutes.

While shaving, he looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but reach out and touch his hair.

Is it his imagination?

At this moment he felt relaxed all over.

Even the white hair that had turned white due to the anger of Axiang and Zhu Ba seemed to have turned darker.

Also, I don’t know if it’s because he’s been rubbing mud for so long, but his red face seems to have turned white.

Zhu Jiu wiped the mist off the mirror and was about to take a closer look when there was a knock on his door.

"Did you find out?"

Zhu Jiu put down the razor and hurriedly took the white T-shirt from the shelf to cover his upper body.

"You, turn around first! Let me put on some clothes."

"Like a girl." Jingzhi touched his nose, turned around, and snickered with his back to him, "Uncle San is right, you are skinny."

"Besides, you're wearing pants."

Zhu Jiu's face turned pale, and the blush became more obvious. He pursed his lips, quickly put on a white T-shirt, and then rushed over to take off the four-piece suit on the bed.

It's really unbelievable that on the first day of sleeping, you made someone else's pillow and quilt dirty.

"It's okay, just throw it in the laundry room downstairs. I forgot to tell you last night that when I practice, I have this effect. I can help people around me remove impurities from their bodies."

Zhu Jiu was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood why she agreed so readily yesterday.

She...even when she was sick, she was still thinking about him.

Zhu Jiu suddenly felt his eyes sore.

He stuffed the pillowcase into the sheets, wrapped it up in a ball and held it in his arms. "Sleep a little longer. I notified Aunt Huang last night to come over here to prepare meals. Remember to come down for dinner at 8 o'clock."

Jingzhi had read the random reply, "Are you dressed?"

Zhu Jiu stopped on her way out and said softly with red ears: "Get dressed."

Jingzhi turned her head and stared at him seriously, making Zhu Jiu blush and clutch the wrinkled bed sheet tightly with both hands. "What, what's wrong?"

Jingzhi chuckled, "Your skin is so white."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhu Jiu was left alone at the door, pondering.

What is the adjective for milk?

Does she like it or not?

……