Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The crisp chirping of birds woke Jingzhi up. She opened her eyes, stopped practicing, and then remembered that she was in the room of the thatched cottage.

Her feet felt a little soft, and she looked down.

The light blue pillow, along with her entire cat body, was placed on the desk next to her.

On the chair next to the desk, the thin quilt without the quilt cover was folded into a square, with another pillow on top.

Turning around, she saw that the bed sheets had been pulled up, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Jingzhi suddenly understood.

The shy thatched cottage probably realized that it smelled bad, so it got up early to clean itself up.

In a flash of white light, she transformed into a human form, her fur turned into a white shirt and white trousers, and she casually rolled up her sleeves twice, revealing her white arms.

She picked up the black hairpin from the thatched cottage on the table with one hand, twisted the hair behind her head a few times, and inserted it quickly and diagonally.

The outfit is simple and casual.

The drooping beige curtains were forcefully pulled open to both sides, followed by the translucent white gauze curtains being pulled open.

The dim room was suddenly filled with light golden sunlight. Just one look at the clear blue sky put Jingzhi in a good mood.

He walked to the balcony and stretched, his relaxed brows instantly frowned when he saw the wine bottles lying around at the entrance of the yard of the villa next door.

Gigi's car was gone. She must have gotten up early to go to work while the drunk was sleeping somewhere.

There were many guards in the mental hospital, so she wasn't too worried.

Hearing a knock on the door behind her, she turned around and walked over to open it.

Zhu Jiu looked her up and down, and seeing that she looked normal, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When he couldn't find her in her room just now, he thought that everything that happened yesterday was just an illusion he had imagined.

As expected, Brother Caolu is a trustworthy person.

But why is she only worried about the thatched cottage and not him?

Zhu Jiu frowned and said nothing, his eyes full of accusations.

Jingzhi froze for two seconds and stood behind the door, not knowing how to answer him.

"I...I came here to practice last night."

Zhu Jiu: "Aren't you worried about me?"

He took a step back and turned to walk towards the stairs. Jingzhi became anxious and chased after him without waiting for Caolu to come out of the bathroom.

"Ajiu, please listen to my explanation. He is old and I am worried that something might happen to him."

Zhu Jiu paused, then continued walking forward, "I'm a policeman, why aren't you afraid of me getting into trouble?"

"Ajiu!"

She stopped, raised her voice, and shouted seriously, "Don't curse yourself!"

This is how Lin Feng died, and she would never allow this to happen again.

When she thought of the scene at that time, her eyes slowly turned red.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Zhu Jiu turned on his toes and wanted to go upstairs to apologize to her. However, when he heard footsteps coming from the thatched cottage, he stopped and stood straight at the stairs.

Xigui and Ma Shangfeng, who were holding bread in their mouths downstairs, looked at each other in confusion. What happened?

Cao Lu walked down from behind her and looked at Zhu Jiu with a dark face. He instantly understood what he was angry about.

But the one who benefited was his thatched cottage.

If he spoke again, Zhu Jiu would probably be so angry that he would faint.

He stopped beside Jingzhi and looked at the two of them with some embarrassment.

There were three of them, no one spoke, and no one went to eat.

The air was almost frozen.

Xigui stopped chewing and choked on a mouthful of bread with a gulp, his face turning red and purple.

Ma Shangfeng slapped his back with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and with a snap, he fell directly onto the table. The bread flew far away and rolled directly to Zhu Jiu's feet.

Jingzhi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and curled her lips: "If we want to practice in the future, let's do it together."

"I'm sorry, but I won't go into someone's room alone anymore."

Zhu Jiu clenched his fists, lowered his eyes, looked at the dusty bread, and suddenly kicked it with his toes.

"Don't mess up her place, pick it up."

The turtle shrank his neck. Why was his master taking his anger out on him? He almost choked to death just now.

By the way...what does "together" mean?

The little turtle was too young and didn't understand after all.

Ma Shangfeng's eyes moved across the faces of the three people who were slowly approaching. He touched his chin and suddenly smiled obscenely.

This Miss Lin has a good appetite, but not as good as him. He married five wives at once...

Looking at Ma Shangfeng who stood up straight for no apparent reason, Cao Lu scolded him in a deep voice: "Just eat and don't look around."

Ma Shangfeng immediately lowered his head to eat bread, but kicked Xigui's feet hard under the table.

He and his senior brother share the same suffering, and everyone is a punching bag, alas.

At the dinner table, Jingzhi, who was always used to giving in first, would hand a piece of bread to Caolu on the left, and would definitely hand the same piece to Zhujiu on the right.

Everything is divided equally into two parts.

I'm just afraid that one of them will cause trouble again.

Seeing Jingzhi so trembling, Caolu and Zhu Jiu felt quite uncomfortable.

After sending Ma Shangfeng and Xigui, who had eaten their fill, to the backyard to hang out the clothes and quilts, the two men, one on each side, gently took her hands.

Zhu Jiu: "I'm sorry."

Caolu: "I shouldn't have said those things last night and made you worry."

After their voices overlapped, they both stopped talking at the same time.

After a few seconds of pause, he opened his mouth again:

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Jingzhi looked at the two people who looked like twins, even wearing the same clothes, and immediately burst into laughter. "Can I speak first?"

The two men nodded at the same time and watched her speak silently.

"Ajiu, I don't like the way you cursed yourself just now."

"I know you have a chivalrous heart, and being a policeman is in line with your hatred of evil."

"But if possible, I would rather you were still the homebody you were in your previous life. At least you would be safe and sound."

"But... if your ambition is to be a police officer who punishes evildoers, I can't convince myself to stop you from shining in that position."

“So I’m torn.”

Zhu Jiu was about to reply when she stopped him with a peck. "Of course I'm worried about you, but I just don't know how to tell you..."

She turned her head to look at the thatched cottage. "He's a Taoist priest, much older than you. He deals with ghosts and monsters a lot on a daily basis, so he needs to be strong enough to be easily corroded by the Yin energy, so I..."

Zhu Jiu: "I understand. I'll think about it again."

"I don't mean to ask you to resign. You have your career plan and I respect your choice, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you," she said quickly.

Zhu Jiu: "I know, you just don't want me to get hurt."

His eyes dimmed as he added, "You slept with him last night. You owe me a night, a night that belongs only to me."

Seeing that the thatched cottage beside her seemed to have something to say, he rolled his eyes and said:

"I won't do anything too extreme to her, don't worry."

Caolu paused for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, his several words of persuasion finally turned into a sigh.

He can't control it anymore.

Cao Lu sighed secretly. Even he couldn't escape the urge to get close to his lover when they were in the same room.

Being able to pull away from that step in time depends entirely on the man's willpower, which is impossible to do with this flirtatious spirit cat anyway.

Even though the three of them had only been together for two days, the two men's actions became more and more repetitive.

Cao Lu lifted up her delicate chin, and Zhu Jiu unbuttoned the first button on her neck, still nibbling the side of her neck that he had nibbled last night. Cao Lu glared at Zhu Jiu, cursed him in a low voice for being inappropriate in the occasion, and then raised her hand to create a decoy.

With the sleight of hand, Zhu Jiu became even more unscrupulous.

Caolu seemed unwilling to admit defeat. After hesitating for a while, he lowered his head and followed closely, gently biting the artery on her other side and rubbing it gently.

One is as hot as fire, the other is as gentle as water.

In the blink of an eye, Jingzhi's clear eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.

The pitiful and delicate expression made the two men move their Adam's apples.

The slight tingling and hot feeling made her straight back soften and fall into the arms of the two men who had extended them in advance.

One above and one below, one supported her waist and the other protected her shoulders, like a human-shaped chair, supporting her limp body.

Then two heads moved from the side of her ear to the slightly open cherry lips in the middle. The two pairs of sharp eyes met for a second. Zhu Jiu, the strong man, took the lead and hit the forehead of Cao Lu who was approaching, knocking his head away.

With a bang, he was just about to kiss her when Jingzhi, who was awakened, jumped up, exerted force on her buttocks, spun the chair, broke free from the hands of the two men, broke through the illusion of the thatched cottage, passed the stunned generals Jin and Yin, and ran straight to the stairs.

"I forgot I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face yet, you guys eat first!"

The lively lingering sound was still echoing in the air. Xigui looked at the strange black leather rope behind Caolu's head and the redness and swelling on his forehead, with a confused look on his face.

"Master, what kind of tricks are you playing in the living room? And weren't you just eating? Why is your head red from hitting it?"

Ma Shangfeng looked at the two men who turned around at the same time and crossed their legs, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

He patted Xigui's shoulder, covered his mouth and whispered:

"Never mind, you'll understand when you grow up a little bit."

While eating, Caolu suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked Zhu Jiu.

Zhu Jiu glanced at him sideways, looked at his eyes filled with anger, touched his nose, and had no intention of fighting with him.

It was purely an accident that he lost face in front of his apprentice.

Besides, Jingjing was about to go downstairs, and he didn't want to leave her with the impression that he was unforgiving.

"Da da da."

The four of them looked back and saw Jingzhi seemed to be holding something in his hand and walking slowly down the stairs.

Her face was slightly red and she had a silk scarf tied around her neck, which looked a little out of place in late summer and early autumn.

Cao Lu and Lin Jiu understood instantly, coughed twice, and turned back to chewing bread.

The black leather rope behind Caolu's head was suddenly loosened, and her fingers inserted into his scattered hair, gently combing his hair.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the two human-shaped pillars beside the sofa.

When he saw his apprentices' flushed faces, a heat rushed to his face. He suddenly choked on a mouthful of milk and it went down his throat, causing him to cough.

Milk spilled all over the table. Caolu hurriedly picked up the rag beside the table and was about to wipe the table, but the rag was taken over by Xigui.

"Master, let me do it. If you touch water, your spells will fail and even your magic power will decrease. Let me do it."

Jingzhi looked at him in surprise while combing her hair, "But he took a shower last night and this morning."

Xigui raised his eyebrows vigorously, "So, when I saw Master Xiangxiang coming downstairs this morning, I was a little uncomfortable."

Just as he finished speaking, Xigui was kicked in the knee.

What he said was implying that Cao Lu was a person who rarely took a bath.

Looking at his master's angry eyes, Xigui held his breath, quickly cleaned up the milk stains on the table, and quickly retreated behind Ma Shangfeng.

"My master's hair is so messy because he doesn't wash it often. Master's wife, you must supervise him closely in the future."