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” Ji Jing didn’t come home tonight, but she did it to save you.’ Ji Yi paused. For some reason, she felt that Ji Yao’s words were very strange, as if she was blaming Ji Jing for staying out all night.

Ji Yi looked at her sister’s familiar face and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity. He didn’t know what to say, so he could only find an excuse to coax her. “She and Yang went out. Yaoyao should sleep for a while more. When she wakes up, Dad and Mom will be here too.”

“Alright, I’ll be good.” Ji Yao obediently lay down.

She even pestered her big brother! Ji Yao clenched her fists tightly under the blanket. Was blood relations really that powerful? Why?

It had only been one night, but why did Ji Yi and Ji Ling seem to be standing on Ji Jing’s side?!

Ji Yi didn’t know what she was thinking. She only saw her sleeping face.

Ji Yi thought to herself that it must have been his imagination. His brain was really muddled after staying up all night.

On Ji Ling’s side, he finally heaved a sigh of relief when he received the good news from Ji Yi.

“Today…” Ji Ling looked at Ji Jing with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something.

‘ Hah!” Ji Jing yawned and waved her hand to interrupt him.” I just want to go home and sleep for a while.’

She knew what Ji Ling wanted to say. It was nothing more than some awkward words of thanks. If the Ji family was uncomfortable with their words, Ji Jing would be impatient, so she might as well not say anything.

“Alright.” Seeing how sleepy she was, Ji Ling didn’t continue.

In the middle of the night, the roads in the city were empty. Ji Ling drove smoothly back to the Ji family.

However, Ji Jing still felt that it was too slow. If Ming Ze was here, they could directly walk the Demonic Path.

Sigh. Ji Jing still felt a little regretful. However, she herself seemed to be unable to tell whether she had more regrets about not being able to enjoy the scenery of the Demonic Priest or not being able to enjoy the scenery with Ming Ze.

However, when she opened the door, she received a surprise.

The morning sun shone on the window, and the breakfast on the table was steaming hot. There was also a note under the breakfast.

An unusually strong premonition made Ji Jing immediately open the note.

“Congee made from ling plants. Eat it while it’s hot.” The handwriting was distinct. Although Ji Jing could not recognize the handwriting, she was very sure that it was Ming Ze’s handwriting.

Suddenly, the regret in Ji Jing’s heart dissipated.

She smiled silently and put the note away in the drawer. She opened the breakfast box and slowly ate the porridge. After breakfast, Ji Jing took a nap.

As expected, the porridge made from spirit herbs had a special effect. At two o’clock in the afternoon, Ji Jing woke up feeling refreshed. She was not tired at all from yesterday’s rush.

“Da da.” Ji Jing heard a slight noise coming from the window. However, when she turned her head to look out the window, she only saw the familiar sky and garden. There was also the sun shining brightly on the ground. There was nothing there.

Was it her imagination? The sound of the wind?

“Da da.” The window rang again.

“Who is it?” Puzzled, Ji Jing got up and walked up to take a closer look. It turned out that there was a long vine extending from the wall to her window and gently knocking on the window.

Was the vine that long a few days ago? Ji Jing leaned against the window and looked outside. The ivy climbed up the roof of the house from the corner of the wall and then spread along the eaves.

The green leaves of the ivy contrasted with the red wall, but only the branch outside her window seemed to have forked out from the main branch of the ivy, reaching straight to her window alone.

She pushed open the window, and the vines quickly wrapped around her fingers.

“There’s an auction at the ghost market on Dawn Street today. Do you want to go together? Perhaps I can find a magic tool to block the lightning tribulation for you. “Ming Ze’s clear voice came through the vines.

Ji Jing opened her eyes in surprise.”

The vines released her fingers and swayed left and right.

“Did Ming Ze ask you to tell me?” Ji Jing understood what it meant.

Perhaps the vines could only record Ming Ze’s voice?

The vine quickly swayed up and down, as if it was very happy that it had been understood. It wrapped around Ji Jing’s finger again.

Ming Ze’s voice came again.” I’ll wait for you at dusk at the bookstore at 5 Dawn

Street.”

“Alright.” Ji Jing nodded subconsciously, then suddenly remembered that Ming

Ze couldn’t see it at all..