Jin Qing stood by the window, looking downstairs and loudly reprimanding the bodyguards to find a car to chase the little ancestor's housekeeper, I don't know why a burst of killing intent came up from the bottom of my heart, why does this ridiculous world still exist!

707 looked at Jin Qing's data again and found that Jin Qing's IQ was unexpectedly fixed on the "unstable state".

707 didn't know what was going on with his host, so he asked Jin Qing tremblingly: "Host, have you noticed that you seem to have become smarter recently?" ”

Jin Qing thought for a moment and replied, "I don't think so, but I always felt that my mind was foggy before, but now it has become much clearer!" ”

707 stayed for a few seconds, and what did it mean to be clear: "Host, do you feel anything other than clear mind?" ”

Jin Qing listened to 707's words and thought about it seriously: "There are still a lot of things that I couldn't understand before, but now I can think clearly." Speaking of this, Jin Qing was a little panicked, the key was to think of some of his previous behaviors, how unreliable they were.

707 seized the time and asked, "What did the host think of?" ”

Jin Qing was a little irritated by the question, but thinking that 707 cared about him after all, he still replied seriously: "I remembered the tasks I did before and the people I met!" ”

707 took the trouble to speak again: "What else does the host remember?" "He's got to get first-hand.

Jin Qing finally got a little annoyed: "I want you to take care of it!" ”

707 who was stunned: ""

After a while, 707, who had been silent for a while, asked unrelentingly, "So what is the host going to do next?" ”

Jin Qing was annoyed, and replied directly: "My next step is to kill those things, except for talking nonsense, there are useless things, and it is a waste of resources to keep them alive!" ”

Finally, 707, a waste of resources, was quiet.

At night, the street lights on the side of the road have been lit up, and the street lights are dim yellow, stretching the shadows of the trees on the side of the road for a long time, constantly swaying with the night wind.

The broken window in the study had been pasted by Jin Qing with the torn newspaper in the room, and the evening breeze blew through the cracks of the newspaper and made a hula sound.

The lid of the big eagle's coffin had been thrown to the roof by Jin Qing to disperse the smell, anyway, Yin Tao couldn't sleep, and Jin Qing didn't plan to suffer this crime again.

Zheng Jiaqi was holding a pig's head, riding on Jin Qing's mace and sleeping like a dead pig, not afraid that the nails on the mace would suddenly pop out.

The faceless ghost was sitting at the head of Jin Qing's bed, holding a painting skin on his head, and using that mouth in the shape of a "four" character, constantly blowing on Jin Qing's body.

Under Jin Qing's arrangement, the faceless ghost not only acts as the air conditioner of the ghost body, but also shoulders the responsibility of keeping vigil, and when she finds a ghost entering the house, she will give a warning as soon as possible.

707 only knew at this moment that the spiritual literacy of not pulling out a dime was hidden in the bones of his host, no matter what the IQ of his host, the nature of the iron rooster would never change.

Although he was a little afraid of Jin Qing at this time, Jin Qing's power-saving behavior still made 707 keep pouting in his heart: Even if he is not afraid of ghosts, he can't use others so thoroughly.

Look at the faceless ghost again, as if he had received some important task, he seriously blew on Jin Qing's body, and always stared around vigilantly with eyes like two circles, this kind of responsible work attitude made 707 not want to say anything, how could he meet people who were not normal.

Jin Qing lay on the bed, closed her eyes and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, because some sporadic pictures were always dangling in front of her, but when she wanted to look closely, she found that she couldn't see anything clearly. This feeling made Jin Qing very irritable.

Thinking back to the task he had done before, Jin Qing found that he remembered every detail of the task he had done before, but he just couldn't figure out why he did it, and this feeling made Jin Qing even more irritable.

Jin Qing always felt that she had lost something very important, and she wanted to calm down and think about it carefully, but found that she didn't even have a little idea, the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, the more anxious Jin Qing couldn't remember, she jumped up from the bed, she decided not to wait for tomorrow, she would go out to find Yin Tao tonight to vent her anger.

Suddenly, her eyes suddenly darkened, and after a few seconds, Jin Qing opened her eyes again and looked around, not knowing why she had insomnia today, rubbing her dry eyes, and retracting into her quilt again, Jin Qing said to herself: "Obviously I didn't do anything today, why do I always feel so tired!" Then, Jin Qing rolled over and fell asleep in less than 10 seconds.

707 clicked on her data board and looked, as expected, the IQ column became 10 again.

707 looked at Jin Qing, who was asleep, rubbed his face against the soft pillow under his head from time to time, and sighed secretly, his own host should remain the way it is now, what's wrong with having a small brain capacity, there is no pressure!

In the second half of the night, Jin Qing felt that his face was itchy, as if someone was brushing his face with a small brush, Jin Qing stroked it with his hand, and then shrank his head into the quilt, but he didn't expect that this little brush still didn't give up and followed her into the quilt and continued to brush her face.

Jin Qing was annoyed, and grabbed the culprit who harassed him, but he didn't expect that what he grabbed in his hand was a handful of long hair.

Jin Qing didn't even bother to open his eyes, pushed the long hair in his hand out of the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep.

didn't expect the long hair to seem to have its own consciousness, and after being thrown out, he continued to drill into Jin Qing's quilt unrelentingly.

But before the long hair touched Jin Qing's quilt, Jin Qing, who was asleep on the bed, sat up suddenly: No, she remembered that Zheng Jiayao's short hair was obviously ear-length! How did she become long hair, could it be that the faceless ghost had lived enough, and planned to come over and provoke herself to give her a ride.

Jin Qing got up suddenly, and his long hair shook in fright, and shrank back. Then seeing that Jin Qing did not react and continued to move forward, he secretly wrapped himself around Jin Qing's waist lightly, and planned to continue to walk towards her neck.

But as soon as he was halfway up, he was grabbed by a calloused hand, Jin Qing grabbed his hair with one hand, and touched the small mahogany sword that Zheng Jiayao placed at the bedside for decoration, and smashed it towards the light switch in the room.

Unexpectedly, it smashed crookedly, and with a "bump", the peachwood sword passed through the wall and was embedded in the wall.

Jin Qing: ""

707 appeared in time to make up the knife: "Host, you don't want to turn on the lights, do you?" Why not walk over on your own? Fortunately, the head is not accurate enough, otherwise you won't even be able to turn on the lights! ”

Jin Qing: "Lao Tzu doesn't want to speak now, he just wants to be quiet, please understand the spirit."

At this time, the light in the next room was on, and at the same time, the sound of Zheng Jiaqi pulling the door was heard.

Jin Qing felt bad in his heart, why did this kid come out at this time to make trouble.