But these are all just wishful thinking on the part of Jimeng, and it's none of her business.

She just had to think about how she could get out of here now! As for what will happen to these two, it has nothing to do with her.

Now the most reliable and least alarming way for the old man is to go out through the window.

But what about the iron railing?

That's right! Don't you have "superpowers"!? As long as you make yourself infinitely strong, you can open a huge gap and let yourself get out!

Thinking of this, Ji Meng looked left and right at his arm, closed his eyes and tried to imagine the appearance of the strongest person he had ever seen!

When she opened her eyes, she almost didn't amuse herself!

I saw that I had two green thick arms, which were exactly the same as the Hulk!

With these two arms on his body, it looks really super incongruous.

She couldn't help but run to the mirror to take a look, trying to raise her hands and make a toning pose.

As a result, because her arms were too heavy, she unconsciously shook a few times!

Boy! Sure enough, it won't work without matching strength!

Fortunately, you can still use one ability, so let yourself be infinitely powerful!

Walking to the window, Ji Meng looked at the two arms that did not belong to him, and he was still very awkward.

But when you see them unscrewing the iron fence like noodles, don't mention how happy you are!

Without thinking much about it, Ji Meng hurriedly restored his arm to its original state and quickly escaped by jumping out of the window.

The old man in the room sat by the fire, silently sipping his tea, and a serene smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he thought of something, stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the door of his daughter's room, knocked on the door and asked:

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He listened attentively, and found that there was no movement inside, and a suspicious look appeared on his face.

Stooping down and looking through the small window on the door, there was no one in the room!

The old man panicked and quickly took out the key and opened the door.

Rushing into the room to take a look, I saw that the window was open, and the iron fence had been opened wide.

"Damn it!" The old man slammed his fist against the wall, and the kind look on his face was gone.

He was about to turn around and chase after him, when he suddenly found the black envelope on the table.

The old man stared at the envelope with half-squinted eyes, and suddenly there was a sly look in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he picked up the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket.

Looking at the cake plate that had been eaten cleanly, and the tea that had been drunk for the most part, the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth became stronger.

He didn't put away the tables, he left them untouched, and walked slowly out of the room, locking it from the outside again.

He calmly walked into the hut next to him, turned on the light, and the walls were covered with weapons and shackles.

He carefully rubbed the weapons like a girl carefully choosing her clothes, and finally took a pistol from the wall, examined it and the bullets inside, and when he was sure it was in good condition, he tucked it into the back of his belt.

A pistol alone was not enough to satisfy him, and he took another shotgun from the wall.

After still examining it carefully, he took a box of shotgun bullets from the table next to him.

When everything was ready, the old man left the small room with a smile and returned to the living room.

He sat in a rocking chair, put the shotgun on his lap, and pulled the blanket over his lap, as if he was afraid of the cold.

He's a patient hunter, waiting is what he does best, and he knows she's going to come back, and he knows she's not going to get far!

As long as she comes back, she will never try to escape from here!