Chapter Ninety-Five: The Cultivation of a Sick Boss 2

Chang Le fell lightly from the beam of the room and floated in mid-air.

It was still dark in front of her, and she groped in the darkness like a blind man.

[System, I will never you if you come out.] 】

It's all become ghosts, and if you don't have perspective, you don't even have night vision for her?!

She's definitely the worst ghost in the area, and the other ghosts run out happily at night like chickens and blood, and it's scary.

And she can only walk while touching at night, and the dignity of being a ghost is gone!!

[Calm down, after all, you're not really dead, it's normal to have a little flaw, I'll quietly open a hang for you.] 】

The words of the system fell, and there was finally a glimmer of light in the dark room.

“……”

Chang Le looked at the candle that suddenly flickered on the table, and his heart had already been boiled a thousand times.

the cheat!

With the faint light, Chang Le could see the layout of the whole room clearly.

The paper windows on the door were riddled with holes, and the cold wind could easily pass through them, swallowing the only warmth inside.

The door frame looked old, creaking from the wind, and the roof was covered with cobwebs and a thick layer of dust.

The floor of the room was pitted, and there was only a broken square table with missing legs and a hard wooden bed.

A thin quilt was covered on the wooden bed, and a small figure was curled up in the quilt.

Chang Le floated over, and then he saw the child's appearance clearly.

His thin body was wantonly occupied by the cold wind, and he was constantly trembling, and his little face was dirty, and there was no clean place.

Chang Le looked carefully, only to find that Shen Jinwen's face was flushed, and his mouth kept talking nonsense.

Her heart suddenly ached as if she was being tugged at.

Obviously, he is still a child who is only four years old, so he has to endure this torture and painful life alone, no wonder it will blacken and destroy the entire Shen family in the later stage.

If it were her, she would definitely be ten times more ruthless than Shen Jinwen.

Chang Le stretched out his hand to take Shen Jinwen's temperature, but the moment he touched Shen Jinwen, his palm passed through his head strangely, and he couldn't touch him at all.

Chang Le's hand penetrated Shen Jinwen's head, looking very mad.

“……”

She can't even touch anyone, how can she raise her cute child husband!?

Chang Le sneered, turned his wrist, and his palm turned cruelly in Shen Jinwen's mind.

Shen Jinwen curled up in the quilt without any reaction, tears hung from the corners of his red eyes, his dry and pale lips touched up and down, and a few cries overflowed from time to time.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Mother, don't throw Jinwen down again, Jinwen is so scared."

Chang Le's heart was softened by him at once, and he sighed sadly.

How could the fate of his own child husband be so bumpy?

Looks like he must have a fever.

If it doesn't cool down, Shen Jinwen will probably be burned stupid.

[System, you hurry up and let Shen Jinwen cool down! ] Chang Le's tone is fierce.

[I can't lend a helping hand to any of the raiders, that's my principle.] 】

The spirit system reminds: [The host can try to concentrate on what you want.] 】

Focused on what you want?

Chang Le's eyes sank, and he looked at his hands, distracted.

What she wants most now is a wet cloth, so that Shen Jinwen's high fever can hopefully come down.

Chang Le turned the room upside down, and finally found a handkerchief in the corner that could no longer be seen in the primary color.

She squatted in front of the handkerchief, her eyes falling on it, and her mouth kept muttering.

"Rag Rag ......"