Rao is Chen Changming's operation was silent, but he still did not escape Sun Qilin's sharp eyes.

Wang Ju picked up the startling wood and fell down with a bang.

"Above the court, how can you be allowed to shout?"

After a pause, Wang Ju's tone softened: "Besides, you have to talk about evidence. You say someone exorcises ghosts, who is it? And how can you prove it?"

I pulled out my bloody palm and turned my head to look at Wang Ju, I wanted to speak, but the pain had made it so bad that I couldn't even breathe.

"Don't pretend to be confused here."

I took another sharp breath: "Don't you know who has a little ghost in this house?"

"Chen Changming, are you a man?"

These few words made me almost exhausted all my strength, and Chen Changming's smile became more and more obvious.

"I'm not a man, then I have to ask your mother!"

After saying that, Chen Changming stood up directly and spread his arms: "You don't have to insinuate here! I'm right here, you can search for it!"

Chen Changming is so unscrupulous, it shows that he has been prepared for a long time, continue to make trouble, and it is me who makes a fool of myself!

At this moment, the door was slammed open, and an extremely agile figure burst out of the air.

I only felt a yellow light flashing and hit Chen Changming's face.

Chen Changming let out a miserable scream from his mouth, and then immediately leaned back, and three scratches of white stubble pulled from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth.

"Woohoo!"

As soon as I heard the cry, I suddenly looked up.

This figure is actually the civet cat I rescued in the mountains!

However, after only a few days, the injuries on its body have long been healed, and its body is obviously much larger.

At a cursory glance, its size is not inferior to a medium-sized dog like a blackback.

How did it grow so big?

This cat runs away after catching it, and it doesn't love war at all.

By the time Chen Changming wanted to fight back, the beaver cat had jumped out of three feet.

For a moment, I couldn't react, so where did it come from?

Wang Ju reacted, pulled his neck and shouted, "Where did you come from! Get out!"

The civet cat glanced at him with disdain, and turned to walk towards me.

The cat's characteristic paw pads allow it to walk flat on the nail board.

"Poof."

It spat out lightly, and a handful of herbs fell in front of me.

I lay on the ground and sniffed it carefully, and my heart sank.

I'm starting to wonder about its identity now, it's not like a cat, it's more like something like a spirit.

Otherwise, how would it have known that this vine could save its life?

Chicken feces vine is not a rare medicine and can even be cultivated in captivity.

But all things pay attention to each other, vine can relieve pain and detoxify, although it is not a natural gram of broken intestine grass, but the effect should not be underestimated.

"Click, click......"

The sound of hurried high heels sounded, and before the person arrived, the sound came first.

"Wang Ju, what kind of lynx beast do you raise? I can tell you, my aunt's clothes are the best Suzhou embroidery, you ......

This voice is very familiar, it's a peach!

Momoko broke in alone, and when she saw so many people gathered here, she suddenly stopped.

Wang Ju's face was stunned, and then he immediately stood up: "Outsiders are not suitable here, you go out first."

"Yo."

Peaches shook her wavy hair: "I'm an outsider again? Isn't it time for you to look at the roots of my thighs?"

Wang Ju immediately stammered a little, and his tone softened a little.

"If there's anything to talk about later, you ...... first."

Peach frowned, and interrupted Wang Ju unhappily: "Why do you say it for a while? That thing you raised, my clothes were torn, and I have to wait?"

"What kind of owner, what kind of cat. You scarce the roots of my thighs, and your cat rips my clothes."

Peaches crossed her waist and pulled her neck and shouted, "You two eat *** as rice?"

The high-pitched and bright voice resounded in every corner, and Wang Ju's face was like opening a dye shop, green for a while, red for a while.

"Meow."

The beaver cat squatted beside me, licking its paws like a house cat, not to mention how well-behaved it was.

But I looked at the deep bone scratches on Chen Changming's face, and immediately put away this thought.

It doesn't seem to have much to do with being well-behaved.