Hearing the sound, Jinse subconsciously looked at Fu Sinian, then quickly turned his head.
At this time, the two of them were sitting in the car returning to the Lu family, both in the back row, but eight feet apart.
Jinse rolled her eyes silently.
Cheapskate.
Wasn't it because she burned a piece of his hair that day? As a result, the other party has been so cold to her in the past few days, even using a fork and spoon when eating, so there is no room for her to use her.
The little boy's mood is uncertain.
Even if she needs favorability, Jinse will not rush to treat others with a cold face.
The recent good feelings have stalled, and Xiaojiu has been so anxious that she has repeatedly urged her to act quickly.
"Call the host," the system reminded when it came online again, "Your mission target is sick. This is a great time to buy medicine to increase your favor. Go ahead!"
Jinse lazily raised his eyes: "I can't rush."
The sound of the system stagnated. Here is an example of the benefits of the mission: "Repair the soul, save the god king, and tease the little puppy. You will not suffer a loss or be fooled in this task, and it will also make the puppy regret it."
"How can you regret it so late?" Jinse aroused a hint of interest.
System: "Today he is indifferent to you, but tomorrow you will make him unable to reach his height."
"He can't reach that high now." Jinse has this kind of confidence and strength, and doesn't need anything to prove it.
Seeing that Jinse was really not in a hurry for the task, the system was chattering like ants on a hot pot.
"Uncle host, this is my first mission. If I fail, I will be formatted. I just want to help your weak and helpless waste system. Please."
"Waste system," Jinse raised an eyebrow, "Have you finally figured out your position?"
Uncle Jin showed mercy and bought a pack of cold medicine from a roadside pharmacy and threw it to Fu Sinian.
After witnessing Jinse's ability, Fu Sinian was about to find ways to retain him, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.
After catching the medicine, he was stunned for only a second, and then a strong hope burst out in his eyes, and he looked straight at Jin Se, without any trace of his previous indifference.
"Sister is for me?"
Jinse became interested, pretending to be cold, and snorted: "Are you willing to call me sister?"
After that night, he never called Sister Jinse again.
Fu Sinian lowered his head, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and smiled to himself.
"My sister calls herself my family, why are you avoiding me?"
Jinse was stunned on the spot.
She has always been very strong and has never bowed her head to anyone. The day after Fu Sinian's hair was scorched, she subconsciously stayed away from him.
It turned out that it was not Fu Sinian who was cold to her, but that she pushed Fu Sinian away.
Why would a grown man be so thoughtful?
Jinse couldn't help but reached out to grab the cold medicine from the man's hand.
"Do you still want to eat? If not, I will leave."
Believing him so quickly? A strange feeling flashed through Fu Sinian's heart.
Before he had time to think, he grabbed it with his backhand and said, "I want everything my sister gives me."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he grabbed Jinse's hand and held the cold medicine in his hand.
Men have broad hands, long fingers, and well-defined joints.
The cold white complexion looks weak, but in fact it is strong and powerful, just covering the woman's delicate little hands.
Feeling the hot temperature coming from the back of her hand, Jinse blinked.
It's really touching that a sister is kind and a brother is filial.
"Little rag, has your favorability display been fixed?" Her thoughts drifted away, "How high is your favorability level?"
"It's not...it's not fixed," the system stared at the '3' on the favorability score. It was about to cry but had no tears, so it comforted, "Victory is right in front of you, host, come on, great!"
It is truly a considerate system that never brings frustration to its host.
The whole family endured the suffering in silence.
Jinse was a little disappointed, but didn't think much about it, and continued to be "a loving sister and a filial brother" with Fu Sinian.
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The Fu family's old house.
Sensing the vague and sinister atmosphere in the old house, Jinse took the lead to get out of the car.
Behind him, Fu Sinian looked at the graceful and upright back of the woman, as if he wanted to imprint this figure into his mind, and emotions surged in his eyes.
Jinse concentrated on searching for evil spirits and did not notice anything strange behind him.
At this time, she was standing in a bedroom dominated by black, white and gray, and stood still.
"Is there a problem here?" Fu Sinian followed him at some point and looked around calmly.
Jinse took a deep breath and said with a hint of uncertainty in her tone: "It should be here."
The evil spirit this time was extremely secretive. Even if she was sure it was this bedroom, she still couldn't start.
"Is it difficult to find it?" Fu Sinian suggested thoughtfully, "Otherwise, just tear down this room."
"Wait a minute!" Jinse stopped Fu Sinian and walked quickly to a painting on the wall opposite the bed.
Take off the oil painting to reveal a small hole in the wall.
After Fu Sinian saw the hole, he made a quick decision and called the demolition team.
Half an hour later, Jinse found a palm-sized bronze mirror on the ruins of a wall with only half of it left.
Behind the bronze mirror, there is a familiar piece of paper.
Unlike the pieces of paper in the cemetery, there is no blood on this piece of paper, which makes it easier for people to see.
The material of the paper is different from that of ordinary paper. It looks like gold, but not gold, or wood, but not wood.
Not like a human being.
Jinse frowned, destroyed the paper, and stared at the undried blood on his fingers, lost in thought.
The power of rules... There is actually an extremely weak trace of the power of rules mixed in the piece of paper.
There is no powerful person in this world, so the power of rules can only come from...
"Does it hurt?"
A hand appeared in front of her eyes, and Jinse's hand was held gently, disrupting her thoughts.
When she came back to her senses, she saw Fu Sinian close at hand.
The other party found a band-aid from somewhere and was applying it to her wound.
Because his right arm was in a plaster, the man's movements were stiff and clumsy, and he couldn't find the right position many times. However, he was careful and gentle everywhere, adjusting his posture again and again for fear of hurting Jinse.
"Does it still hurt?"
The golden sunlight shines in from the window and hits the man's body, making his body glow golden and reflecting his flawless profile.
There was a layer of silver on his forehead, and the thin sweat he had shed earlier was now shining brightly in the sun.
"Well done." Jinse waved his hand with satisfaction and reminded Fu Sinian, "Respecting your elders is a traditional virtue and cannot be lost."
Fu Sinian pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.
Jinse is a bit boring, and his younger brother is too dull and doesn't know how to adapt. It seems that he will need to be disciplined in the future.
That's all, after all, she's under her control, can't she still protect a little boy?
After suppressing his thoughts and looking around, Jinse asked: "How long has it been since you moved here?"
It seemed like an inexplicable question, but Fu Sinian immediately responded: "One year."
Jinse sighed secretly: "It seems that someone doesn't want to make things easier for you. Is there anyone you suspect?"
"When I moved into this room, it was my uncle who made it happen." Fu Sinian lowered his head, his expression unclear, and the air pressure around his body was low.
Jinse patted the man's shoulder understandingly, expressing his understanding.
She has never been betrayed by a loved one, so she cannot empathize with it.
After all, how can she have any relatives if she only has a harem?
It's sad to think about it.
Holding the bronze mirror in his hand, Jinse explained: "This mirror, if I guess correctly, should be buried with the tomb."
"There is a corresponding spell on that piece of paper, which guides and inspires the evil spirit of the bronze mirror, which overflows through the small opening on the wall."
"Coupled with the reflective properties of the bronze mirror, all the evil spirits rush directly to the bed, accumulating over time and subtly affecting your luck."
Fu Sinian's eyes were dark and unclear.
At this moment, a man in a suit and leather shoes ran over.