Buddhist Evil Wife

The child walked into the room with a small face, and sat down in front of Yin Jitian without saying a word. His pink lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. It was obviously an expressionless face, but Yin Jitian Tian faintly felt that he was wronged.

Yin Jitian rarely asked kindly: "What's wrong?"

The child remained silent, just looking at him with a calm face.

Yin Jitian's scalp became numb from his staring, so he decided to change the subject and asked, "Your sister...uh...your brother, is he okay?"

The child's calm eyes finally showed some waves, and he moved his lips: "Do you care about him?"

Yin Jitian could see that the child's expression softened a lot, so he naturally didn't want to disappoint him, so he followed his words: "Of course!"

The child's straight face loosened, and he asked a little awkwardly, "Then why don't you go see him?"

Is he fighting for his elder brother?

Yin Jitian thought it was very funny, but facing a serious little face, he couldn't smile: "Isn't this his room? I thought he would be sent back here, so I have been waiting here When he came back, he didn’t expect that the person who still hasn’t seen him, could something have happened to him?”

He suddenly remembered the scene of Beiming being helped away by the guards, so he was a little cautious when he said the last sentence.

After all, he is Bei Ming's object of ecstasy, if something happens to Bei Ming, the Bei family will definitely blame him.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to be someone else's funeral object just after he came to another world. It was really not worthwhile for him.

The child frowned, pursed his lips tightly and did not answer, staring fixedly at Yin Jitian, as if he was guessing the authenticity of his words, and also seemed to be thinking about how to answer his words, in short, it was impossible to guess. Thoughtful.

It was also because he kept his face straight and looked very unhappy, which made Yin Jitian feel more and more that something happened to Bei Ming.

However, he still remained calm, stretched out his hand and pulled the child into his arms, raised his index finger and gently stroked the pink face, and finally, lingered on the neck.

This neck is really thin and tender!

As long as you twist it a little harder, I'm afraid it will break like this?

A shadow of prey flashed across Yin Jitian's eyes, too fast for anyone to catch it.

If he made a sudden attack by surprise, even the Foundation Establishment cultivator would be caught off guard, right?

I don't know how this little kid is cultivated?

However, even if he can't be killed, he can still use the magic tools and talismans prepared by Ji Shan and Ji Li to hold him as a hostage.

Thinking of this, Yin Jitian's eyes dimmed.

He was not a person who could not hold his breath before, but the situation is different now. He has neither strength nor influence of his own, so he can only strike first to have a chance of winning.

"Whether what you say is true or not, I am determined to believe what you say."

Just when Yin Jitian was thinking wildly, the child suddenly said, and then raised his head: "And..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, staring at Yin Jitian who lowered his head at the same time in astonishment, the lips of the two were inadvertently stuck together, and the hot breath rushed towards him, itching, which made him feel uncontrollably Bite lightly on Yin Jitian's lips.

Yin Jitian was also taken aback for a moment, but he didn't take the little kid seriously, and quickly recovered, leaned back, and asked, "What else?"

Looking at the rosy lips, the pupils of the eyes became deeper, raised his right hand, rubbed his thumb back and forth on Yin Jitian's lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bei Ming, he is fine!"

Hearing this, Yin Jitian glared at him angrily, bit his finger punitively, and bit hard: "Little brat, can you stop thinking about it for so long when you answer next time!"

If the little brat speaks out later, he will really be dealt with ruthlessly!

It would be fine if he could succeed in one fell swoop, but if he failed, he might not even know how he died.