For the past few days, old master Cheng had been locked in a remote house in the backyard, guarded by servants, who didn't dare to see outsiders.
The Cheng family brought a few xiuzhe to the outside of the yard. Before they could open the lock, they heard a man's rough voice singing.
"Her eyes, her eyes, her eyes,"
It was not only unpleasant to hear, but also a little creepy.
Cheng shuqi's expression turned awkward. my father has been like this for the past few days. He's like a different person every time. It's really awkward.
"We understand. Don't worry." Zhao liangchen nodded expressionlessly.
He and Li Chu still maintained the same cold temperament, one handsome and the other ugly.
However, they all looked like professionals, which made people feel at ease.
Monk God Eye raised his head and looked above the courtyard. His expression changed slightly as he said, " "The yin Qi in this place is so dense."
