Hearing the familiar noise coming from his ears, Jin Qing asked 707 doubtfully: "Why didn't I react at all this time?"
707: "Host, have you checked your mental state recently? You may be mentally twisted."
Why do you always hope that you will suffer something?
Jin Qing was about to speak when he received a heavy blow on his head: "Zhuang, if you don't get up to work, if you miss your work later, believe it or not, I will skin you!"
The voice of the woman who spoke was loud and harsh, as harsh and unpleasant as glass rubbing against each other.
Jin Qing received this blow as soon as he entered the world and was almost sent away by the woman.
It seemed that many people were being beaten nearby, because the sounds of wood hitting their heads kept coming.
You can tell from the muffled humming that there are little girls living in this house.
Some people resisted forcefully and quickly got up from the bed.
Some people couldn't help but choked up, but what greeted her was another wooden spoon from the woman.
The person next to Jin Qing seemed to have gotten up as well. He muttered the last thing he wanted to do to empty the bucket, and then squatted on top of Jin Qing's head to urinate.
The urine bucket made a thumping sound, but the woman seemed to be in a good mood, and the sound became louder and louder.
After lifting up his pants, he kicked the bucket towards Jin Qing.
In a place like this, any sense of shame or morality is nonsense.
They can only get a little twisted happiness when they cause trouble for others.
Finding an extra bump on the host's head, 707 couldn't help but exclaimed: "Host, come on, you don't have to save face for me."
A true warrior dares to hit his host on the head with a spoon.
I don't know whether to call that woman lucky or unlucky.
If that woman was lucky, she hit the host on the head.
With just this bag, his host, who has a heart as narrow as a needle nose, would not be able to let this woman go.
If that woman was unlucky, it was such a coincidence that she dared to give the host a spoon when he first entered the client's body.
With this accuracy, if the people who were killed by the host knew about it, they would not beat the gongs and drums to get this woman a gold plaque to eliminate harm for the people.
To be able to hit his host, this woman is no ordinary person.
Maybe he is a lay disciple of which sect.
Jin Qing grinned: "You say it as if you have a face."
707: "." You are capable when you criticize me.
After walking around, the woman returned to the simple dining table and banged a broken gong with the iron rod in her hand: "Lololo, hurry up and get some food. If you are late, don't blame me for not serving you beasts."
In his words, he seemed to have raised this house of women as if they were a house of piglets.
Jin Qing moved his fingers and found that the fingers that were a little stiff just now could now move slowly.
It seems that her soul has begun to merge with her body.
707 also discovered this: "Host, are you ready?"
Jin Qing's voice was serious: "Get ready, I'm going to put the spoon into this bitch's mouth later, and then pull it out from behind."
Damn, I have to change this bitch’s head by the way.
707: "." I'm asking you if you are ready to accept the plot!
When will it be more reliable?
The women outside were still shouting loudly, cursing and pouring porridge so thin that no grains of rice could be seen into the girls' bowls.
Several younger children asked in a low voice: "Auntie, can you give me some more rice? I worked hard last night and I just came back this morning."
What greeted them was the woman's merciless beating and scolding: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, who knows whether you are going to work overtime or hanging out with wild men, you don't have to pay for rice, no wonder your family sold you, you deserve it."