I pleaded and begged for ages.

Jiang Azi and the others have all returned.

Cola then perked up its ears.

It felt that Chu Chu was not lying, but shouldn't you report a missing person to the police?

and.

Chu Chu showed no sign of being in a hurry.

Something's weird~

Cola patted the other person on the shoulder.

He tossed his head with great flair.

Chu Chu pulled a lock of his deskmate's long hair from his pocket: "Smell it, where is the owner of this hair now?"

Upon hearing this...

Jiang Azi was stunned: "Whose hair did you cut?"

Chu Chu hurriedly shook his head: "No, this hair is... I can't explain it clearly right now."

Mengniang sighed, "It's so good to be young!"

Guan Zian also stopped watching the show and smiled.

She Liang swallowed the spicy snack: "What?"

Huang Xiaoqiang, who was helping in the kitchen, said: "Our ethereal young master is having a little trouble."

Accompanied by the jokes of the funeral home staff.

Chu Chu seemed to lack common sense and didn't understand, only saying, "Don't tell my sister I went out."

Having not finished his homework, he put a leash on Cola and, emboldened by the dog, went outside.

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Meanwhile, on this side...

Yan Jiu arrived in front of a villa, an old villa that made the real estate commentator, Mi Lu, speechless.

The villa covers an area of ​​approximately one acre.

It can no longer be described as just "big".

In Yan Jiu's eyes.

The villa was not only large, but also surrounded by demonic and yin energy, making it much more lively than her attic.

She didn't rush in.

It wasn't a matter of safety; rather, the house had an owner, and she couldn't trespass.

Just as she was figuring out how to get in.

The sounds of fighting could be heard coming from inside the villa.

Yan Jiu leaped onto the wall.

I spotted the girl in the yard at a glance.

The girl wasn't particularly striking in appearance or figure, but she possessed a bravery and fearlessness that made her instantly memorable.

However, her tied-up hair looked strange, as if it had been cut off by something and was uneven.

The girl is wearing a high school uniform.

He knelt on the ground.

He was holding a broken peach wood sword.

When facing the century-old locust tree.

The girl's expression was a mixture of nostalgia and pain, a conflicted look of being torn between two options.