"come out."

With a angrily shout, Chen Feng stared at the kitchen.

I don’t know what’s going on there yet, so I’ll be troublesome if I get into the trap.

After waiting for three or four minutes, no one came out. Chen Feng said again: "If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude!"

After another minute or two, a somewhat timid voice sounded: "Don't, I...I'll go out."

The kitchen door was pushed open, and a woman was wearing a red gauze cardigan, holding her hands in her chest and moving out of the kitchen with a nervous look on her face.

The moment she saw Chen Feng, she knelt on the ground with a "thump" and kowtowed: "Please ask the Lord to atone for his sins. I saw that no one had lived here for a long time and thought that no one lived there, so I hid here."

"I don't know this is your place. Please forgive me for this time. I will leave immediately and leave immediately."

While speaking, the woman kept kowtowing. The sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" was clearly heard in the dark night.

Within a few strokes, the woman's forehead was broken and bright red blood slid down her cheeks.

Paired with that ragged red dress, it looks like a female ghost.

Chen Feng stared at the woman, but after exploring, he found that there was no spiritual energy in her body, so he felt a little relieved.

Judging from her appearance, she probably came from somewhere, but she didn't seem to be sent to assassinate him.

Even if he assassinated, it would be impossible to send such a person without spiritual cultivation.

"Get up."

The woman looked up carefully at Chen Feng and got up from the ground with quick movements.

"If the Lord has no other instructions, Jianjia will not disturb the Lord's rest."

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Feng to answer, he covered his torn clothes and lowered his head and ran out.

Looking at her leaving behind, Chen Feng returned to the house to continue practicing.

As for why she was covered in wounds, what she had encountered while wearing tattered clothes, Chen Feng was not interested.

No longer thinking about it, Chen Feng sat on the bed and continued to practice.

After sleepless all night, the next day, the golden crow rose, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

Feeling the spiritual energy in his body, a smile appeared on his face: "Now is one chance."

Just one opportunity is needed, and he is innate perfection.

Thinking in my heart, there was a noise outside the door.

Chen Feng frowned in displeasure. As soon as he opened the door, a figure in a torn red dress rushed in and hugged him all over.

He thought it was something, so he grabbed it and threw it out.

With a "bang", it hit a large number of people, and he kept screaming.

Chen Feng looked closely and found that it was Jianjia who appeared here last night.

Before Chen Feng could speak, an arrogant voice came: "That bold person dared to touch this young master?"

A man wearing a brocade robe and holding a fan in his hand, now with a blue face and pale face, walking in a frivolous manner, walked over arrogantly with more than a dozen people.

"Young Master, please slow down."

Zhu Youde shook the folding fan, which was full of charm, but with the gust of wind, it made people feel funny.

"Young master, the man has already caught it." The two men dressed as slaves pulled Jianjia and smiled with a flattering smile.

"Well, take it away." Zhu Youde looked at Jianjia with unconcealed desire.
Chapter completed!