Chapter 290 Isn’t it just a thunderbolt? Who doesn’t have it?

The little ghost naturally wouldn't listen to her and chased her all the way to a big villa, where Mibao finally stopped.

Mibao looked at the luxurious house in front of him curiously.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside, but there was no one at the door.

A voice came over: "Come in."

Just go in.

Mibao walked in with his short legs.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw a woman in a cheongsam sitting at the tea table, slowly making tea. Opposite her, there was another woman sitting. She looked to be in her twenties, with delicate features, her hair tied up, and wearing a long linen skirt.

Hearing the noise, both of them looked over and looked her up and down.

Especially the person opposite Huang Zhen, it seemed as if he wanted to see through Mi Bao, and there was arrogance and disdain in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Mibao also looked at her with curiosity.

After staring at her for a while, Mi Bao suddenly asked, "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Lin Lan was stunned. She didn't know why she said that and looked puzzled.

Mi Bao said seriously, "You don't know how to look at people properly. It makes people feel uncomfortable and makes my hands itch."

Want to hit her.

Understanding what she meant, Lin Lan laughed out loud, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"Hit me?" She glanced at him, "Do you have what it takes?"

Mi Bao lowered his head, looked at the formation under his feet, and touched his chubby little chin. It was a rare occasion that his little head came in handy.

"Did you lead me here on purpose?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the little kid leaning against Huang Zhen.

At this moment, the little ghost was eating the blood that Huang Zhen gave it. When it saw Mibao looking at it, it licked the blood stains at the corner of its mouth, looking even uglier.

Mibao felt his eyes burned and quickly moved away.

He looked at Huang Zhen again and stared at the badge on her waist. There were words on it, but he didn't recognize them.

There was a pattern under the word, which she recognized.

It is exactly the same pattern as the ones on Taoist Master Luan, Zuo Jiang and others.

Mi Bao suddenly realized, "So you are in the same group with those bad guys. You are all evil cultivators."

"Evil cultivator?" Lin Lan hooked her hair and laughed sarcastically, "Little girl, your eyesight isn't very good. Our Lin family is a famous and orthodox family. I think you are the evil cultivator!"

Bleeding the same blood as that person is really disgusting!

She stood up and looked down at Mi Bao with disdain, "Look at how you look. I don't know where you learned the mysterious arts from. You are clearly an evil cultivator!"

Mibao tilted his head back and looked at her, a little puzzled, "Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

It's just like when Daddy said she was short.

Well, it's very devastating.

Lin Lan didn't expect that after saying so much, she would receive such a response.

It suddenly brought her back to many years ago, when that person was also like that.

Thinking of that person, the expression on her face suddenly became distorted.

Unable to bear it any longer, she moved her wrist slightly, picked up a copper coin and threw it somewhere. Instantly, the formation was activated, and countless sword blades flew towards Mi Bao.

She sneered, "You stinky girl, wait for death."

She took a deep breath and regained her otherworldly demeanor. She looked at Huang Zhen and said calmly, "Have some tea."

Huang Zhen nodded slightly, as if he saw nothing.

She was able to become famous at a young age and achieve so many achievements thanks to Lin Lan.

And what she said just now was not wrong. The Lin family was the orthodox Xuanmen family and had lived in Jiangcheng for a long time. The people who asked them to tell fortunes had already waited three years.

Lin Lan is the daughter of the current head of the Lin family and is extremely talented.

Many years ago, when she had just graduated, she was just a supporting actress. Lin Lan gave her a talisman, and from then on she soared to fame and became a movie queen.

It was also from that time that she had complete faith in Lin Lan.

This time, Lin Lan asked her to lure Mi Bao out. Although she was confused, she didn't ask any questions and just did as she was told.

This is also the tacit understanding they have maintained over the years.

For a little girl to offend Miss Lin is simply courting death.

Lin Lan thinks so too.

But before she could bring the cup to her lips, a small peach wood sword came down on her neck.

Her body stiffened, and when she turned around she saw Mibao standing next to her. Her eyes widened suddenly.

"You, how did you do that?"

Mi Bao tilted his little head and looked at her with guilt, smiling and said, "That's it."

She jumped back into the formation, pointing the peach wood sword in her hand at a certain spot, "Isn't this the center of the formation? Can't you see it?"

Of course she knew that was the center of the formation, as this was the formation she had set up herself.

She wondered how she knew that.

And in such a short time.

As Zuo Jiang said, her talent was even better than that person's.

This time, looking at her, Lin Lan's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

What she hated most in her life was geniuses who were better than her.

She gritted her teeth and stared at Mibao with cold eyes.

Even Huang Zhen noticed it.

She looked at Lin Lan in surprise. For some reason, she realized that she was afraid of Mi Bao, or even... jealous.

But Mibao is just a child. Why should she, the future head of the Lin family, be jealous of a child?

Mibao didn't understand even more.

She didn't see so many emotions, she just saw that she had a lot of malice towards her.

She tilted her head, a little confused, "Why are you angry? Is it because I can see the eye of the formation but you can't? It's okay, just go to the hospital and get your eyes treated."

She still thought there was something wrong with her eyes.

Lin Lan became even angrier.

She whipped out a peach wood sword and struck Mibao, "You little bitch, watch out!"

Mibao's eyes lit up, and she knew there would be a fight here!

She happily rushed forward with her sword in hand.

Lin Lan was very disdainful at first, but after a few moves, she found that all her moves had been cracked by Mi Bao, and she was even showing a tendency to fall into a disadvantage.

How is this possible? How old is she?

A little brat who is less than four years old defeated her?

Her expression became even more broken, and she took out a talisman and threw it at Mibao.

She threw out a fire talisman, and Mi Bao directly threw a water talisman at her. The flood immediately extinguished her little spark and also soaked Lin Lan from head to toe.

Huang Zhen had never seen her in such a miserable state. He exclaimed and quickly brought a towel over.

Lin Lan threw him away and stared at Mi Bao with murderous eyes, "You're looking for death!"

She pinched her fingers together and silently chanted the spell.

It was exactly the same technique that her master taught her!

Mibao's eyes suddenly widened.

She threw away the peach wood sword and started moving like her.

Not long after, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky.

Lin Lan sneered, her face full of arrogance. This was her Lin family's unique secret book, the Heavenly Thunder Art, which could attract heavenly thunder.

She was just copying her and wanted to attract thunder? Oh, she could just wait to be struck into pieces by thunder!

Lin Lan was looking forward to that scene when she heard a loud "boom" and the sky seemed to have broken a big hole. The noise was so loud that she couldn't help but look up.

The next second, she saw a thunderbolt as thick as a telephone pole appear in the sky, which casually threw aside the thin small thunderbolt that she had attracted. Then, with a bang, the thick thunderbolt fell directly on her head and struck down.

The speed was too fast and she had no chance to dodge. She could only stare with her eyes wide open in horror.

"No--"