Chapter 13

Yan Jingchen's Junyan could hardly hold up to collapse. The knife in his arms was hot at this moment, but he still couldn't move.

"Good sun, fetishism is nothing." Lin Jian, like a competent aunt, pulled up the quilt and whispered comfort: "but don't hold the one who opened the blade, because it's easy to reincarnate if you're not careful."

So with a flick of the fingertip, the blade of the iron cutting like mud suddenly became blunt, and it is estimated that the paper can't be cut.

Sure to remove the danger, Lin Jian whistled with satisfaction: "good figure, aunt milk is very satisfied."

Then she went back the same way, turned the window neatly and disappeared into the night with her carving owl.

Well, God doesn't know, perfect!

Lin Jian was satisfied. Unexpectedly, she left, and the people behind suddenly opened their eyes.

The first thing Yan Jingchen did when he opened his eyes was to sweep the dagger. The sharp blade was indeed blunt. The little girl was only 16 and had such a profound Taoism. I can't see it.

Turn around, pick up the incense burner and open it. There are things that are as clear as fish scales. They are the size of fingernails, almost have no taste, and burn very slowly. It is estimated that they can last for half a month.

The heavy body can feel the slightest lightness, and even the feeling of struggle and despair after remembering the death spell has been relieved a lot.

Although I don't know if it can save his life, I'm sure it's more or less useful to him.

It seems that what grandpa said is wrong. What a helpless little wretch. It's a big mistake.

Take a deep breath, get up, open the curtains, he can see the dark night, the shadow has long disappeared, but there is still a faint fragrance in the air.

Fetishism?

Oh

The man narrowed his eyes, and his whole body exuded a dangerous smell. The dim light reflected his blood gushing figure and the perfect undulating texture of bones. No matter his shoulders, back and waist, he was full of temptation. He combed his hair with one hand and stared at the distant darkness with a cold eyebrow.

Not a fetish, not a good grandson, little girl, you can call me brother, brother Jingchen.

Early in the morning, Yan zongchen rushed to the good sun's house and shouted, "bastard, there's only one way to the Lin family. You missed it and didn't receive the little martial uncle!"

The man in front of the table was refreshed and had been haunting his nightmare because the things in the incense burner disappeared. Yan Jingchen held the coffee cup, his long legs overlapped arbitrarily, and his slender fingertips were cold. He glanced here and looked at Yan zongchen's angry face.

"Hey, what's wrong with your head?" old man Yan was startled and hurriedly checked, but Yan Jingchen avoided it with his eyes, and his voice was even lighter: "car accident."

"What!" the old man was furious: "who dares to rear end our car? And hurt my good grandson like this?"

Hearing the words "good sun", Yan Jingchen's eyebrows twitched for a while. He hooked his fingertips and suddenly said, "Lin Jian."

"Hmm? Little martial uncle, what's wrong with her?" Yan zongchen looked concerned, as if Lin Jian was his own grandson.

Later, Yan Jingchen didn't say anything. He wiped his mouth and got up gracefully: "the company has something else to do. I'll go first."

"Hey, wait! I'm here to talk to you!"

Yan Jingchen kept walking, so old man Yan had to chase him all the way. However, how can old arms and legs chase Yan Jingchen? He can only shout: "You son of a bitch, if you have nothing to do, go for a stroll in front of my martial uncle. You know what? Remember to give tea and say hello in the morning and evening. If you have nothing to do, you should call to ask for warmth. If it's windy and rainy, you should say hello. Also, don't send text messages if you can call!!!"

Yan Jingchen stepped down and turned back: "my grandfather wants me to marry her?"

"Bah!" Yan zongchen spat: "pull it down, you don't deserve my little martial uncle!"

Yan Jingchen:

Who is your grandson??