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"": "Was she flustered by the blood running down the blade?
Or by Luo Bin watching her?
Su Su could not say.
She turned and went into the kitchen, then soon came out carrying a kettle of water.
"It's boiling water. Be careful not to burn yourself," Su Su reminded him.
"Okay." Luo Bin took it and closed the door.
He returned to the table, sat down, and picked up the Primordial Calculation inheritance he had written out that morning, quietly reading.
He had been asleep earlier, but the knocking had startled him awake.
Someone had targeted the Su family.
He had dealt with it.
But the Su family's problems were not limited to the piece of wood pressing against Su Jian's chest.
Both their faces, without exception, foretold damage to their residence.
If their dwelling for the living remained unharmed, did that mean their dwelling for the dead would suffer?
A blade at the front gate-that was fiendish aura!
Anyone else who intended to harm the Su family would have that fiendish aura turned back on them!
That protection also extended to their dwelling for the dead.
Their feng shui now had something to guard it.
Su Su had helped him, so naturally he had to do something in return. Nothing too obvious, just something he could do along the way.
The foot of the mountain was quiet enough, even if it was right under that Mr. Mao's "nose."
Luo Bin was not sure what the man was thinking.
But even if there was danger here, the saying that the most dangerous place was the safest had never been wrong.
Staying here was a sound choice.
After a long, long time, Luo Bin grew tired of reading and stood up to stretch.
By evening, the