I'll do it as soon as I open my eyes. If the villain doesn't do it, I'll do it.

Chapter 261

When Mr. Ji saw the graffiti on Ji Jinzhou's face, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Jinzhou, what are you doing? Why are you so desperate as to draw a turtle on his face?"

Ji Jinzhou said he was tired of performance art. "I lost a game with Bu Zhu, and he drew on my face."

Old Master Ji nodded in understanding, and soon he stopped paying attention to him. He waved at Guan Yu and said with a smile: "Sister, do you want a gold bracelet? Go ask grandma for it later."

"Okay!" Guan Yu walked quickly behind Grandpa Ji and massaged his shoulders attentively, "Grandpa, do you think the strength is okay?"

Ji Jinzhou spitted, "Look at you, you act like whoever has milk is your mother."

"Jinzhou, you have it too."

"Grandpa, let me massage your legs." Ji Jinzhou squatted beside him and massaged his legs.

Xia Shuhui couldn't bear to look at the servile couple of her eldest son.

When the elders saw the younger generation, it was as if the human machine was triggered by the programmed language. Old Master Ji was no exception. His usually cold face laughed kindly, "Sister, Jinzhou, when are you going to give birth to a big fat great-grandson for grandpa to play with?"

Xia Shuhui was afraid that they would say something outrageous to the old man and make him angry, so she quickly spoke out to stop them: "It's too early to have a baby."

Mr. Ji: "I'm just asking, not rushing you. At least I'll be mentally prepared when the time comes. Please prepare a meeting gift in advance."

Guan Yu pinched his shoulder and said attentively: "Grandpa, we are looking into this matter."

Ji Jinzhou agreed: "Yes, you can just wait and hold your grandson in peace."

"Give birth to him! Give birth to a hundred or eighty of them. The ones that Grandpa likes can be kept for yourself, and those that he doesn't like can be sold out!"

Anyway, it doesn’t cost money to make a promise, and you don’t have to actually have a child. What’s wrong with making two promises to satisfy the financial sponsor?

Three people asked the same question but received completely different treatments:?

Xia Shuhui said with a hint of meaning: "Ji Jinzhou, you didn't answer this question like this when I asked you this question just now."

Ji Jinzhou put it simply: "Can the experience of kryptonians and ordinary users be the same?"

"...How much krypton should I spend to get a better experience?"

Guan Yu counted on her fingers and added: "V1 players will be beaten, V2 players will be severely scolded, V3 players will be moderately scolded, V4 players will be slightly scolded, V5 players will be slightly scolded, V6 players will be slightly scolded, V7 players will have all their perfunctory rhetoric activated, V8 players will have all their deceptive rhetoric activated, V9 players will have all their coaxing rhetoric activated, and V10 players will have the whole package of coaxing and deceiving, and will also receive a one-stop massage service."

Obviously, Mr. Ji is at the top.

Mr. Ji was confused: "What are you talking about? What questions are you asking? Why don't I understand?"

Before he could answer, there was a gentle knock on the study door. It was Ji Lingheng and the other three who had finally arrived. They stood in front of Old Man Ji's desk and greeted him, "Hello, Grandpa."

No matter who saw this group of handsome men and beautiful women, their eyes would be attracted by Ji Lingheng. Even Mr. Ji, who had seen a lot of ups and downs, was not spared.

He was startled when he saw the dark face of one of them. Only when he saw clearly that his female companion was Pei Li did he dare to recognize her, "Ji Lingheng, is that you?"

Ji Lingheng nodded reluctantly and said "hmm".

"Why is your face like this?" Old Master Ji had a stern face, looking a little fierce.

"Ji Jinzhou did it!" Ji Lingheng complained.

"Grandpa, don't listen to his nonsense. We are just following the normal process. He lost the bet to me in a game, so I drew his picture." Ji Jinzhou retorted.

“But there’s no such thing as painting a person’s face completely black!” Ji Lingheng glared.

"That's art, colorful black." Ji Jinzhou turned a deaf ear.

"It's just fancy shit." Ji Lingheng said expressionlessly.