This kind of high-tech bracelet is not something Lin Feng can use yet.

When leaving, he put the bracelet on the witch's wrist.

The energy emanating from it is indeed of great help to the witch.

At least, it can save one year.

"Wow~"

The huge coffin sank into the water again.

"Yao Yao..."

"Um?"

"It's just the two of us here, do you want it?"

"Um!"

…

May 8th at 9pm.

The Jasmine sent Qi Yao back to her home in Hangzhou.

"Yao Yao, where have you been these past few days?"

Seeing Qi Yao come back, Shu Xiaohui frowned and blamed.

When Lin Shiyi in her arms saw her mother, she stretched out her hands as long as she could.

"You see, the child has been hungry these past few days and has lost several pounds."

Qi Yao put down the box in her hand and took Lin Shiyi into her arms.

Lin Shiyi skillfully found something to eat.

But soon he started crying.

Not really!

Outside the house, Lin Feng ran away quickly after seeing this scene.

At half past ten, Lin Feng returned to the courtyard house in Yanjing.

I took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

Yang Caiwei had already fallen asleep, yawned and asked Lin Feng if he wanted to have dinner.

"No, I've eaten."

Now Lin Feng just wants to sit in the yard and watch the moon.

My mind is filled with gold.

Let Ouyang Moli do the preparatory work first, conduct on-site research, and then come up with a plan to dig out gold.

This cannot be accomplished in a short time.

At this moment, a little man ran out.

Then he threw himself into Lin Feng's arms.

"dad!"

Song Jiaren shouted.

Song Jiaren is nine years old this year. Compared with more than two years ago, she has grown more than ten centimeters taller, reaching 1.45 meters.

Girls grow up faster in the early stages.

"I've grown taller again! It's amazing!" Lin Feng said with a smile, "She's almost a big girl!"

Song Jiaren said with a proud look on her face: "I will be taller than my mother! At least 1.78 meters! When I can wear high heels, I will be taller than you!"

"Then come on!"

Song Jiaren arched her arms in Lin Feng's arms, "I want to share a house!"

She came back with Han Xiang.

The room number Han Xiang drew was 6803.

There was no cheating this time, it was purely luck.

"Don't you have a house to live in?" Lin Feng said.

"No, I want a house! My own house!" Song Jiaren pouted.

"Okay, okay! I'll draw a set tomorrow, okay?"

"Um!"

At this moment, Han Xiang came out.

Song Jiaren smiled and said to Lin Feng: "I won't disturb you!"

After saying that, he ran away like the wind.

Lin Feng held Han Xiang in his arms.

While looking at the moon, she told Han Xiang a story.

Tell ancient myths and stories.

After Lin Feng learned about ancient history, the mythical stories he told had basis and were very touching.

Some of the passages are very touching.

It made Han Xiang shed tears.

Lin Feng didn't expect Han Xiang to be so sentimental, probably because he hadn't listened to stories for a long time.

While shedding tears, she also asked Lin Feng to continue talking.

"People were very poor back then!"

Lin Feng murmured.

Han Xiang asked: "Why are you so poor?"

Han Xiang seemed to be very interested in ancient history.

In fact, she just wanted to wear it with Lin Feng for a while longer.

After a long time, Lin Feng finally finished speaking.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was almost early morning.

Suddenly, a white shadow 'floated' over.

When Han Xiang saw it, she quickly got up from Lin Feng's arms.

The one who 'floated' over was none other than Qian Miaomiao!

"Why are you here?"

Lin Feng was not embarrassed at all.

Han Xiang was thin-skinned and ran away with a slight step.

Qian Miaomiao glanced at the dim light around her, pouted and said, "I live next door, and I was woken up by you!"

With that said, Qian Miaomiao pointed to a room on the left side of the yard.

Lin Feng's courtyard house is very big.

The small courtyard where he is now belongs to the backyard, where the male owner lives, which is relatively private.

The place Qian Miaomiao was pointing to was Liu Zangyun's room before.

Qian Miaomiao couldn't have arranged it herself, it must have been Yang Caiwei.

Don’t these two old men have a bad relationship?

Why did they get mixed up together again?

After Han Xiang left, the fragrance on her body dissipated a lot.

The mosquitoes took the opportunity to come out.

Qian Miaomiao raised her right hand and pinched a mosquito flying in the air with her thumb and index finger.

Then Qian Miaomiao put the mosquitoes into a bottle.

Only then did Lin Feng notice that Qian Miaomiao was holding a small bottle in her hand.

There were already a lot of mosquitoes inside, and they were all alive, struggling to get out of the bottle.

"One hundred and eighty!"

Qian Miaomiao said with a smile.

Lin Feng came to his senses and asked, "Have you felt unwell these past few days?"
To be continued...