Chapter 193

Zhao Sheng was still in the small room before, and he clearly heard the voice of the spirit of the lion house. But the ethereal voice of the spirit of the lion's house from all around really made Zhao Sheng unable to judge its position from the sound.

"You get up first..." the tone of the Lion House spirit was full of helplessness.

"Ah? Lion, what are you talking about? Why do you want to get up? I'm comfortable sitting here. Just tell me what you have to do or tell me what you want me to do." Zhao Sheng felt a little tired of keeping his lips swollen, so he wanted to sit.

The time flow in the small room is very fast, and it is impossible for middle-aged men to stay here all the time. But as for what he said before that he wanted Zhao Sheng to inherit the small house, he knew that he must do something.

It is difficult for Zhao Sheng to inherit the mansion, especially the mansion with Fu Ling. And even if Zhao Sheng inherited the mansion, its spirit, that is, the lion, will still belong to the middle-aged man.

But those are not important. What is important is that the residence has such a fast time flow rate, which provides great convenience for Zhao Sheng when he wants to practice in seclusion in the future.

"You're sitting on me!" the voice of the Lion House spirit was very excited, and there was more or less a trace of grievance.

"Ah? Really? I said why it's so comfortable to sit. But does it have anything to do with asking me to get up..." Zhao Sheng moved his body, as if he was looking for a more comfortable position.

"You..." looking at Zhao Sheng's appearance as a scoundrel, the spirit of the Lion House resisted the impulse to throw him away thousands of miles away.

When he saw Zhao Sheng twist his body and a naive expression, he held back his words and had to spit out two words full of resentment: "very good..."

"Well, since you think so, wouldn't I disappoint your kindness if I got up?" Zhao Sheng shrugged.

That's the same sentence. Those who have no desire are invincible.

If Zhao Sheng is not the person designated by the middle-aged man to inherit the residence, the spirit of the lion house may fight with Zhao Sheng, but now... It will not do that.

After all, even after Zhao Chengsheng became the owner of the mansion, its owner is still a middle-aged man, but its life is placed on the mansion.

If Zhao Sheng is in a bad mood one day and accidentally breaks a wall and overturns a door in this mansion, he will have to jump hard.

In order to prevent that from happening, the spirit of shizifu had to bear the humiliation of Zhao Sheng.

"Hahaha, well, don't tease you. I'm up. Tell me what I have to do to inherit the mansion. I have to go back to her house with my senior sister in a hurry."

With that, Zhao Sheng sank and jumped down from the spirit of the lion house.

"Hoo..." the man had to bow his head under the eaves. Although the spirit of Lion House is not human, this house is also its house.

"Eh? Lion? Are you angry?" Zhao Sheng looked at the unhappy lion mansion spirit and was very happy.

Lion mansion spirit stood up and ignored Zhao Sheng. Then he went straight to a table.

"Lion, are you really angry? After I used that thing, it sent me directly. I didn't mean it. Why are you angry?"

"You really didn't mean it?" the spirit of the lion mansion was a little embarrassed to see Zhao Sheng say so. He was also an old guy who had survived for more than 100000 years. So he glanced at Zhao Sheng obliquely. After calming down a little, he picked up the big cup on the table and poured water into his mouth.

It's strange to say that although the spirit of the Lion House has achieved spirit body cohesion under the refining of the middle-aged man, he is still a spirit body after all. Unexpectedly, he also needs to drink water, which has an entity?

But soon, Zhao Sheng knew that what was contained in the extra large cup was not ordinary water, but Reiki water.

"Sure, I'm so kind, lovely and innocent. How can it be intentional? I obviously mean it." Zhao Sheng glanced away and secretly told you to bully me so much. See how I can repay my original "hatred" now.

"Poof! Cough! Cough..." the spirit of the lion mansion was almost choked by a mouthful of Reiki water.

"Zhao Sheng, believe it or not, I'll kill you with a mouthful of aura water!" the spirit of the Lion House finally couldn't stand it. He threw the cup on the table and jumped at Zhao Sheng with open teeth and claws.

"I don't believe it, unless you want to watch me tear down the house." Zhao Sheng stood in place without fear and didn't pay attention to the spirit of the lion house that was about to pounce on him.

"Roar..." just for a moment, the lion mansion spirit stopped directly in place, but he still roared reluctantly.

"Hmm?" Zhao Sheng looked at the spirit of the lion's house and made a dissatisfied voice. Then the left hand directly summoned the green dragon spear and stabbed it hard on the wall of the house.

"Roar!" the spirit of the lion's mansion howled in pain. At the same time, he shook his whole body towards the ground and sold cute recognition.

Zhao Sheng, who won the "battle", shook his fist and made a small celebration.

Although Zhao Sheng lived for hundreds of years before and after his birth, such a time is no different from a newborn baby. He is still not perfect and still has a lot of immaturity.

"Well, lion, tell me what you want me to do." Zhao Sheng didn't want to tease the spirit of the lion house when he saw it lying there selling Meng.

"Hiss..." but when the lion mansion spirit heard what Zhao Sheng said, he didn't stand up.

But his eyes looked in one direction and his body trembled.

Zhao Shengshun looked into the eyes of the Lion House spirit. What he saw was a green dragon spear stuck on the wall.

Some puzzled came forward and pulled the Qinglong gun off the wall. He clearly felt that the Qinglong gun seemed to be lighter.

"Not really? It's just a long gun stuck on the wall. How can you shake like this." Zhao Sheng leaned down and patted the Lion House spirit on the ground, and asked in some confusion.

Hearing the question, the lion mansion spirit still didn't answer, but its body trembled a lot less.

Sitting by the bed, Zhao Sheng quietly observed the spirit of the lion's house.

Half an hour passed before it finally got rid of its trembling and stood up.

"In the future... Can you not let this gun... Touch anywhere in this room..." the voice of the spirit of the lion house is very weak, and the original strong body has lost some weight.

Vaguely, Zhao Sheng seemed to think of the reason for this phenomenon.