Chapter 349: Blackhearted
In the secluded, narrow attic, weak chicken had nowhere to retreat and was forced to press his body against the wall, staring at Ji You with a pair of innocent, pure, and frail big eyes.
Ji You’s face was stern, with a hint of cruelty at the corner of her mouth.
Weak chicken shrank his neck.
Ji You, gripping the handle of the gun, said indifferently: "Still not willing to speak?"
Weak chicken’s face was twisted with struggle as he said with a distressed look: "Queen, I, weak chicken... really don’t know what you want, okay?"
Ji You suddenly raised the gun slightly and frowned tightly: "Stop playing dumb, hurry up and clear things up." Of course, what she wanted to know was how weak chicken’s Spiritual Interference could be so silent and undetected.
If this function was not unique, special, and could be learned by others too, then naturally, Ji You would want to master it. She showed her greed for this kind of Spiritual Interference very timely in front of weak chicken, believing that weak chicken must have had a profound feeling of it.
Weak chicken, of course, also had a clear understanding of Ji You’s thoughts, but he did not know how to make his choice.
But before that—
second.
seconds.
seconds.