"Xiao Jiu'er~" Old Man Jing ran to the room with a quick walk, thinking to himself. My poor little Jiu'er, are you crying? Or are you already fainting from crying?

The more I think about it, the more scared I become!

"Grandpa. Do you want to talk to the study?" Rong Wuyi did not have a trace of sadness, and stood at the door with a smile and nothing happened.

"Where's your grandma?" Old Man Jing was stunned, why is my little Jiu different from what he imagined?

Rong Wuyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I told my grandmother that I was very sad, so I wanted to be alone and quiet~ Then, grandma went to Luo Qianqian to settle accounts." ”

"............" first showed weakness and led to the east wall. Well done!

Inside the study. An old man and a grandson looked at each other, silent.

"Xiao Jiu, ......" Old Man Jing wanted to speak and stopped.

Rong Wuyi narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the little crow who had returned from destroying the evidence to invite merit. A sly smile bloomed slowly. Like a lazy cat, casual and dangerous. He said nonchalantly, "Cleaning up the dust is really a physical job. Xiao Jiu is so tired~"

After speaking, he lazily lay on the table of golden silk agarwood.

Who is this heartless look!

"Little Jiu. Locke's thing. Did you know in advance?" Although it was a questioning question, Old Man Jing's tone was full of certainty.

Seeing this, Rong Wuyi couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, the arc bent little by little, and his smile became brighter and brighter. It's not that I know, but I planned it.

"It's just a little dust, but you don't have to worry about getting it when you clean it up. Rong Wuyi explained with a smile.

"Oh?" Old Man Jing frowned slightly. Locke, is it just a little bit of tiresome dust?

"So, who is the unclean thing?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it. Rong Wuyi smiled incomprehensibly.

"............" Old Man Jing.

All of a sudden, the kid has grown up. became a little strange, but unabashedly in front of himself. In this way, does it mean that he is a person that Xiao Jiu can trust.

Old Man Jing looked doting, and pinched the fat little face of the baby. "Good, good. Xiao Jiu won't say anything if he doesn't say it!"

Something happened, the Jing family couldn't hold it, and the Rong family was not afraid that Xiao Jiu would suffer.

"Grandpa, aren't you curious? The Luo family is not stupid. Rong Wuyi tilted his head and looked at the old man who had unconditionally tolerated him.

"Then Xiao Jiu tell grandpa!"

"Little crow~" Rong Wuyi called the little crow!

"Meow~" is coming, coming. The little crow jumped over the windowsill and leaped into the arms of his little master.

Rong Wuyi hugged the little crow as if offering a treasure, and said: "Thanks to the little crow, I use my soul power to gather resentment. The little crow was then drawn into Luo Shenhan's body from outside the door, arousing his resentment. ”

"............ "Rong family, aren't they all gods? When did you learn Maoshan's methods?"

Old Man Jing guarantees that Rong Xianfan's magic stick will never be!

"Xiao Jiu, you ...... Who taught you?" Xiao Jiu has always been in front of him, who taught him?

"Grandpa is talking about gathering grievances?" Rong Wuyi said indifferently, "Ancestor religion, mine, can't you use it?"

"Which ancestor?" asked Old Man Jing as he broke the casserole.

"The scenery is faint. ”

"............" Old Man Jing's eyes widened. "You, say it again!

"The scenery is faint. ”

"Say it again!"

"Jing Fuwei!" is the same as many times I say it again, okay?

Oh my god! Old Man Jing had the words Jing Fuwei left in his mind in an infinite loop.

That is the pride of our Jing family!

How much luck did Xiao Jiu bump into to let Jing Fuwei, a ghost, give some pointers!

I'm going to the ancestral hall to burn incense!

Thank you ancestors!