Jin Qing stood by the window, looking downstairs at the housekeeper who loudly reprimanded the bodyguards to chase the little ancestor in the car. For some reason, murderous intent surged up from the bottom of his heart. Why does this ridiculous world still exist?
707 looked at Jin Qing's data again and found that Jin Qing's IQ was not unexpectedly set at the "unstable state"
707 didn't know what was going on with his host, so he asked Jin Qing tremblingly: "Host, have you noticed that you seem to have become smarter recently."
Jin Qing thought for a moment and replied: "I don't think so, but I always felt that my mind was foggy before, but now it has become much clearer!"
707 stayed for a few seconds and wondered what it meant to be clear: "Host, do you feel anything else besides having a clear mind?"
Jin Qing thought carefully after listening to 707's words: "There are many things that I couldn't understand before, but now I can think about them clearly." At this point, Jin Qing was a little embarrassed. The key is that he thought about his past How unreliable are some of his behaviors?
707 took the time to ask again: "What did the host think of?"
Jin Qing was a little irritated by the question, but thinking that 707 cared about him after all, he replied seriously: "I remembered the tasks I did before and the people I met!"
707 took the trouble to speak again: "What else does the host remember?" He had to get first-hand information.
Jin Qing finally got a little annoyed: "I want you to take care of it!"
707 was criticized: ""
After a while, 707, who was silent for a while, asked unyieldingly: "Then what is the host going to do next?"
Jin Qing was so annoyed that he replied directly: "My next step is to kill those things that have no use except talking nonsense. Keeping them alive is a waste of resources!"
Finally, the 707 that wasted resources was quiet.
At night, the street lights on the roadside have been turned on. The dim yellow light of the street lights stretches the shadows of the trees on the roadside, which are constantly swaying with the night wind.
The window with a big hole in the study had been covered up by Jin Qing with tattered newspapers from the room. The evening breeze blew through the gaps in the newspapers and made a huffing sound.
Jin Qing had thrown the lid of Daying's coffin to the roof to disperse the smell. Yin Tao couldn't sleep anyway, and Jin Qing didn't intend to suffer this again.
Zheng Jiaqi held a pig's head on his head and slept like a dead pig while riding on Jin Qing's mace. He was not afraid that the nails on the mace would pop out suddenly.
The faceless ghost was sitting on the edge of Jin Qing's bed, holding a piece of painted skin on his head, blowing continuously on Jin Qing's body with his mouth shaped like the word "four".
Under Jin Qing's arrangement, the faceless ghost not only acts as a ghost body air conditioner, but also shoulders the responsibility of keeping vigil. When a ghost enters the house, she will immediately raise a warning.
Only at this moment did 707 realize that the spiritual quality of not plucking a dime is hidden in the bones of his host. No matter what the IQ of his host is, the nature of the iron rooster will never change.
Although he was a little afraid of Jin Qing at this time, Jin Qing's power-saving behavior still made 707 keep pouting in his heart: Even if he is not afraid of ghosts, he can't take advantage of others so completely.
Look at the faceless ghost again. He seemed to have received some important task. He was blowing on Jin Qing seriously, and he was always staring at the surroundings with two circle-like eyes. This responsible work attitude made him 707 doesn’t want to say anything anymore, why is it that the people he meets are not normal.
Jin Qing lay on the bed, closing her eyes and unable to fall asleep for a long time, because some scattered pictures were always dangling in front of her, but when she wanted to look carefully, she found that she could not see anything clearly. This feeling made Jin Qing very irritable.
Thinking back on the tasks he had done before, Jin Qing found that he clearly remembered every detail of the tasks he had done before, but he just couldn't figure out why he did it. This feeling made Jin Qing even more irritable.
Jin Qing always felt that she had lost something very important. She was irritable and wanted to calm down and think about it carefully, but found that she had no idea at all. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she became, the less she could remember. Jin Qing became furious. , jumped up from the bed, and decided to go out to vent her anger to Yin Tao tonight without waiting for tomorrow.
Suddenly, her eyes suddenly went dark. After a few seconds, Jin Qing opened her eyes again and looked around. She didn't know why she had insomnia today. She rubbed her dry eyes and retreated into her bed again. Jin Qing Qing said to himself: "Why do I always feel so tired even though I didn't do anything today?" Then, Jin Qing turned over and fell asleep in less than 10 seconds.
707 opened her data pad and as expected, the IQ column turned out to be 10 again.
707 looked at Jin Qing who was sleeping soundly. He rubbed his face against the soft pillow under his head from time to time and sighed secretly. His host should remain as he is now. What's wrong with having a smaller brain? There is no pressure. !
In the latter half of the night, Jin Qing felt itchy on his face, as if someone was brushing his face with a small brush. Jin Qing stroked it with his hand, and then shrank his head back into the bed. Unexpectedly, this small brush was still brushing his face. He followed her into bed without giving up and continued to brush her face.
Jin Qing was so annoyed that he grabbed the culprit who was harassing him. Unexpectedly, what he grabbed in his hand was a handful of long hair.
Jin Qing didn't even bother to open her eyes, pushed the long hair in her hands out of the bed, turned over and continued to sleep.
Unexpectedly, the long hair seemed to have its own consciousness. After being thrown out, it continued to crawl into Jin Qing's quilt unyieldingly.
But before her long hair touched Jin Qing's quilt, Jin Qing, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly sat up: No, she remembered that Zheng Jiayao's hair was clearly ear-length short! Why did she have long hair? Could it be that the faceless ghost had enough life and planned to come over to challenge her to give her a ride?
Jin Qing stood up suddenly, her long hair trembled in fright, and she shrank back. Then he saw Jin Qing didn't respond and continued to move forward. Then he secretly wrapped his arms around Jin Qing's waist and planned to continue moving towards her neck.
But as soon as he climbed halfway, he was caught by a calloused hand. Jin Qing grabbed his hair with one hand, and with the other hand he touched the small peach wood sword that Zheng Jiayao placed on the bedside, and turned to the light in the room. Smash the switch.
Unexpectedly, it was smashed crookedly. With a "bump", the peach wood sword passed through the wall and was embedded in the wall.
Jin Qing: ""
707 appeared in time to hit the target: "Host, you don't want to turn on the lights. Why don't you walk over by yourself? Fortunately, the accuracy is not good enough, otherwise you won't even be able to turn on the lights!"
Jin Qing: ""I don't want to talk now. I just want to keep quiet. Please understand the spirit.
At this time, the light in the room next door turned on, and at the same time, the sound of Zheng Jiaqi opening the door was heard.
Jin Qing felt bad, why did this kid come out to cause trouble at this time.
