LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

When Zhongqing heard him say this, she remembered that she had not thought carefully.

Because she had stayed at home almost all the time before, occasionally going out and coming back quickly, she had never thought of the two of them contacting each other.

Of course, if she wanted to contact Ren Qian, it would be very convenient.

It's just that if the other party contacts you, there will be some trouble.

I'll go out and buy one later.

Sitting down on the sofa, Zhong Qing took an orange from the table in front of her and peeled it open, saying, I got into a little trouble.

Ren Qian's expression tightened: What happened?

He knew Zhongqing's ability very well. In Ren Qian's eyes, the other party was like an omnipotent being.

What would be the thing that would make her even troublesome?

Zhong Qing put the orange in his mouth, it was a bit sour.

She frowned and briefly informed Ren Qian about the monk.

The monk had a wild idea and wanted to capture me and make me his servant.

Ren Qian looked ugly, and he looked at Zhongqing: Then what are you going to do?

Although according to Zhong Qing, the trouble was thrown away today, Ren Qian still felt that the matter was not resolved yet.

Zhong Qing smiled coldly: What should I do? Since he has an idea for me, of course I can't sit still and wait for death.

She stuffed the last orange segment into her mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it: I'm going out to do something tonight.

Ren Qian moved his mouth and only said: Be careful.

Zhong Qing smiled: Don't worry.

That night, she was in a good mood, ate two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of soup, and then walked out under Ren Qian's slightly worried eyes.

…

That night, the city lost a Buddhist master with profound cultivation, and gained a demented old monk who was deprived of his cultivation and lost all his memory.

Of course, losing one's cultivation is something that can only be seen by those who practice Taoism. To ordinary people, it is just like an eminent monk suddenly suffering a stroke in a temple that has always had a good reputation and becoming Alzheimer's.

Because of this incident, there were many fewer believers in the temple.

Many people said that this eminent monk could not even consider that he was going to have a stroke and lose his mind, so why should he care about anything else?

When the man in the suit learned the news, he was severely shaken at home.

I was telling my wife at home not to go out today and pay attention to safety. When I returned to the study, I saw the woman in red sitting on the sofa.

You, you, you, you... He stared at Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing simply slapped the boy unconscious, then went to the next bedroom, stretched out his hands, patted the boy on the bed three times on each shoulder, and left.

An hour later, the man in a suit was woken up by his wife from the sofa in the study: Old Zheng, if you are tired, go to bed and rest for a while. I know that you are very exhausted these days because of our son, but you are the backbone of our family. You must pay attention to your health.”

Lao Zheng was dazed while listening to his wife's nagging, always feeling as if he had forgotten something important.

The couple walked out of the study while talking, and saw their son, who had been unconscious for several days, leaning against the door:

Mom and Dad, when are you going to cook? I'm starving...

…

Although Zhongqing said it was a minor problem, Ren Qian had been waiting at home in fear.

Finally the waiting person came back.

You're finally back... When Ren Qian saw the person who opened the door and came in, a hint of joy flashed on his face and he stood up quickly.

I'm so sleepy... Zhong Qing walked towards the sofa, fell down, and was scooped into the arms of Ren Qian, who was quick-witted and quick-witted.

Boss!

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Good night (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～