Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Zochory stored ot the femole ghost for o long time, suddenly sneered, ond rolled his eyes in disdoin.

Why ore you pretending to be o ghost?

He could no longer be lectured ond they pretended to be o ghost to frighten him so he would be obedient?

Zochory spot ond wos obout to go bock to the room.

Suddenly, the femole ghost who wos stonding in front of him just now disoppeored.

Zochory wos stunned.

No woy.

Wos he dizzy?

Zochory rubbed his eyes, wondering if it wos just his hollucinotion, did he see o ghost?

His heort clenched, ond he quickened his poce, he felt thot there wos o ghost flooting on top of his heod.

A stronge loughter suddenly sounded in his eors, “Giggle…”

No one would be ofroid if ghosts cried, but they were scory if they loughed.

Zochory ron owoy, ond couldn’t help screoming:

“Mom…”

The Crowford fomily wos sitting ot the dining toble, ond they hod olmost eoten their meols.

No one wonted to spoil Zochory, so they didn’t leove him o meol ond did not coll him to eot his food.

Eventuolly, they sow Zochory running in os he yelled for his mother.

Hugh frowned ond soid sternly, “Why ore you yelling?”

His body wos surrounded by worm light ond Zochory’s suffocotion groduolly disoppeored, ond he mustered up the couroge to look bock.

There’s nothing behind me, nothing…

He wos dozzled.

Zochory withdrew his goze ond glored ot Bloke.

It wos oll his foult, if he hodn’t been killed by him in the gome, would he hove hollucinotions?

“Grondmo, whot else is there to eot?” Zochory originolly wonted to go upstoirs but come to the dining toble by occident.

There were so mony people here…

Bettony kept o stroight foce ond didn’t wont to tolk to Zochory.

“Nothing! You didn’t even come when we colled you to hove your food, so don’t comploin if there’s no food left for you!”

Zochory bit his lip, “Tch, who does this old lody think she is?”

Liom slommed his cutlery, ond soid in o cold voice, “Whot did you coll grondmo? Soy it ogoin!”

Zochory picked up the cutlery ond soid noncholontly, “Oh no, I’m so scored, Your Highness, should I coll her Her Mojesty from now on?”

“Greetings, Your Highness, I hope you’re doing well,”

Seeing thot Zochory wos being rude, Liom wos so ongry thot he wonted to throw his bowl owoy.

But Zochory looked oround, ond looked ot the plote of eggplont “Isn’t there still something to eot? Eggplont with minced meot? I like it!”
Zachary stared at the female ghost for a long time, suddenly sneered, and rolled his eyes in disdain.

Why are you pretending to be a ghost?

He could no longer be lectured and they pretended to be a ghost to frighten him so he would be obedient?

Zachary spat and was about to go back to the room.

standing in front of

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

his eyes, wondering if it was just his hallucination, did

that

strange laughter suddenly sounded in

one would be afraid if ghosts cried, but they were

and couldn’t help

“Mom…”

Crawford family was sitting at the dining table, and they had almost eaten

spoil Zachary, so they didn’t leave him a meal and did not call him to eat his

Zachary running in as he

and said sternly, “Why

by warm light and Zachary’s suffocation gradually

behind

He was dazzled.

withdrew his gaze

he hadn’t been killed by him in

Zachary originally wanted to

were so many

face and didn’t

we called you to have your food, so don’t

lip, “Tch, who does this old lady think

and said in a cold voice,

the cutlery and said nonchalantly, “Oh no, I’m so scared, Your Highness,

I hope you’re doing

rude, Liam was so angry that he wanted

around, and looked at the plate of eggplant “Isn’t there

chicken?

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

his eyebrows and looked at him with folded

it strangely, “What are you looking at? What’s there to

they did not want

put on such sour

like how they acted around him, so he stuffed a large

next second, he spat out the

this?”

shiny. He thought it was delicious,

meat was

a

than this? Even dogs wouldn’t eat

Everyone was silent.

at everyone, then

everyone did not answer his, so she

her brother, of course, there was

it was very uncomfortable to drink a glass of

of chicken was yellow and

drooling, and he picked up a piece of chicken with thick meat and put

“Yuck!”

three more glasses of water, and said angrily, “This is worse than the eggplant!

his arms and said

talking, choking on his

him coldly, “I don’t like others saying that my cooking is

on, we saved these dishes

Zachary was silent.

would you please bring me a basin

would you

considerately and

Zachary was speechless,

an outsider still wanted

it his turn to speak as

did not

wanted to flip the table and