Hearing this, Qingge looked towards Mo You, and then sat down next to Mo You.

Jiu Ci's jaw dropped to the ground in shock. The position of Qing Ge turned out to be his...

Now that Qingge was sitting, his sister couldn't be driven away, so he had no choice but to sit opposite Moyou.

Ye Jingfeng served Qingge a bowl of soup, "Drink the soup first to warm yourself up."

Qing Ge took the soup bowl and took a sip.

Crunch, crunch...

Suddenly a strong wind blew, causing the half-open door to sway back and forth, making a harsh noise. As if he remembered something, with a face full of hatred, Jiu Ci stood up and closed the door heavily. With a wave of his hand, all the windows in the attic were opened.

It has been closed, and he is still cursing: "I hate the wind the most. Who said the wind can only go in one direction? I

Close the door, it will have to change direction." Jiu Ci heard the "whimpering" sound of the wind outside the door, like a victorious general, he raised a victor's smile.

Don't worry about helping your forehead.

childish……

Jiu Ci didn't understand. Even if the door was closed, the wind would not change its direction. The all-pervasive wind would come in along the crack in the door.

If there is not even a crack, they will stick here until they have no strength left...

Sitting on her right was Qing Ge, and on her left was Ye Jingfeng. Jiu Ci came over and patted Ye Jingfeng on the shoulder: "Dad, the owner of Yang Hong Village seems to have passed away. Go and have a look."

People in the room stopped eating and drinking.

Ye Jingfeng just took a sip of the soup. He almost choked when he heard Jiu Ci's words, and stood in front of the table in a daze.

Didn't Master Yang still chat and laugh with him in the afternoon? Why did he die that night?
Chapter completed!