"This is the house I looked at in the town, in the suburbs, and when I open the window, I can see the forest and the sea."

When Ding Bao heard this, his heart was inevitably moved.

In the real world, such a place near the sea and near the forest is an inch of land, she is reluctant to spend this money, she didn't expect to be able to hug a golden thigh today.

Jin Ting is very rich, Ding Bao knows.

As for how much money he has, Ding Bao is not clear.

She was interested in his possessions, but she couldn't keep counting them all the time.

Jin Ting has magic skills, in order to fight against magic, Ding Bao can only self-hypnotize, constantly weakening the desire in his heart, on the contrary, he continues to self-suggest and strengthen another desire.

Thinking of this, Ding Bao looked at Jin Ting, his eyes were shining brightly, and the young man in front of him was like his cat.

She likes the cat, so as long as she continues to talk about herself, she will also like the cat-like teenager in front of her.

What is like?

It's crazy and irrational.

Ding Bao slowly controlled his emotions and gently folded the paper in his hand.

"Well, you decide."

"Do you have any requirements? Like what you don't like, we will stay in the next place for a long time, you can pick a location you like. ”

Jin Ting was used to hiding, and even if the castle was exposed, he had plenty of ways to protect himself.

He is the last Medusa, and his life was bought by his family with blood, so in the face of this situation, Jin Ting will also maintain enough sanity, and the first task is to live.

Human wizards can hurt them, and Jin Ting doesn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he's willing to go about hiding in another place.

Anyway, he has a lot of time to wait, when the last wizard dies, when humanity completely treats Medusa as a myth, then he can come out of the darkness and continue to wander the world, sealing those ugly and evil souls one by one in the cold stone.

That's how he spent his life for thousands of years.

And this time there are a few exceptions, and that is Ding Bao.

But it's not troublesome, she wants a home in the true sense of the word, and Jin Ting can satisfy her.

It's a pity that Ding Bao didn't mention anything, and she got up after being silent for a while.

"I don't understand this, it's almost time, I'm going to cook."

She was just a wild girl living in the countryside, and for a short period of more than ten years, she lived in a cow, horse and sheep shed, and was later sold to hunters, so that she lived a relatively stable but still hard life.

It was enough for her to be able to live in a room that did not leak rain, and for her to make such a request, how could she ask so much.

After eating, Ding Bao did not go upstairs directly as usual, but sat silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, curled cross-legged on the sofa, and looked at the dark shadows of the trees outside the window.

Jin Ting sat beside her and handed her a cup of sweet tea.

"Have you thought about it? What kind of house do you want to live in? ”

Ding Bao lowered his head and thought about it, and then said in a muffled voice.

"I want to live in a big house, a quaint, elegant big house."

Listening to her description, the painting on the wall involuntarily came to her mind.

There is sunlight and a sea of flowers in the painting, and if you look closely, there is a small house at the end of the sea of flowers, which is not big, and it seems that it can only live for the next person.

But he was blind, so naturally it was impossible for him to see the painting.

Ding Baoming knew that he couldn't see it, but he still left such a painting on the wall, he didn't ask, she probably would never say.