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Jin Weiwei sat on the pile of weeds in the dilapidated temple. While covering his injured head with his hands, he glared at the little beggar who had disheveled hair and a dirty face.

Who would have thought that once she transmigrated, she would be lying naked in a broken temple with a man who only had a piece of cloth on him?

As the proverb goes, transmigration is not scary, but I'm afraid of not being able to see through a good family.

After searching through his memory, Jin Weiwei felt that he had won first place in the lottery. It was fine to wear her clothes in a remote place, but the original owner was still a child that did not care for his mother. If she wanted money, she would not have face. The most frightening thing was that she was a fool!

According to the original owner's memories, today, he was supposed to follow the orders of his stepmother to go to the Butcher Feng's house in the same village to deliver his gifts. But who knew that halfway through, he would suddenly be swung from the back of his head by someone.

Although this place was a run-down temple, it had an owner. The owner of the house was this beggar in front of them, and if the original owner suddenly broke into his territory, he would naturally be unhappy. The strange thing was, this beggar was also stupid.

Although the original owner was a little silly, she had inborn divine power. She had actually beaten a man's head until it bled and made him faint on the ground. It was a pity that in the end, she herself had been hit by a brick and died, resulting in Jin Weiwei's smooth passage through.

"What the hell is this story …"

Jin Weiwei thought about it, and felt that he should still see if the original owner also accidentally killed the beggar.

Which beggar was so good-looking?!

The hair was cut like a knife, the eyebrows were painted in ink, and the facial features were distinct and deep.

Jin Weiwei unknowingly swallowed his saliva as he thought of one word — peerless talent.

"How can you be a beggar when you are so good-looking? "I wonder if he died …"

Jin Weiwei extended his hand out, sensing that the beggar was still breathing, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"It is a pity that he is also a fool. Otherwise, it is possible to say just who wanted to harm me …"

When he turned around, Jin Weiwei wanted to check out this lousy temple, but right at this moment, messy footsteps came from outside the door.

"I saw that girl walking this way with her arms around the beggar's shoulders. It must be true!"

"What a sin, to actually know how to steal people at such a young age!"

"Sigh, that beggar's body stinks. Why would she want to do that …"

"Both of them must be in this temple. The door is still closed in the middle of the day. Let's go in and search!"

The people outside were getting closer and closer, causing Jin Weiwei to become nervous.

From the sound of it, the one in the lead was the Butcher Feng and her stepmother, the Madame Cao?

She said what was going on, she was actually waiting for her here.

You want to capture her? None at all!

The corner of Jin Weiwei's mouth flashed a cold smile. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of the beautiful beggar girl beside him. Jin Weiwei could not help but say: "If you land in the hands of those people, I'm afraid you won't live, forget it, come with me!"

She picked up the beggar and rushed out, but her footsteps had already reached the door. Pushing the door open now would only result in a head-on collision.

"The door is locked from the inside."

"Bang!"

Bang! The sound of the door being knocked echoed, Jin Weiwei hurriedly turned his head to look behind him to see if there was any other way out. After looking around, he found that not only was there no door to window behind the temple, there was not even a dog hole.

What should I do?!

Were they going to be hunted down and killed right after crossing over? That would be too miserable!

"Why is there no door?!" Jin Weiwei was anxious, "How great would it be if there was a door!"

However, as if in response to her words, the moment she finished speaking, a carved wooden door appeared on the solid wall.

Its appearance was simple and unadorned, faintly emitting a dim light. It was completely different from the style of this run-down temple.

Jin Weiwei was shocked, where did this door come from? However, the danger was imminent. Without thinking, she pulled open the door and rushed out.

In the next second, the broken door of the temple was knocked open by someone and a group of people rushed in.

"..."

"Old Feng, you're messing with us, where's the slut that we agreed on?!"