The aunts booed, so it was all made up?

Speechless, wasted their feelings!

The old woman scolded, “What do you know as a child? Will adults tell you what happened in your family?”

She didn’t pay attention to Lilly’s recording at all.

She was only telling some stories, wasn’t she?

She did not cut her flesh or rob her of money.

Chatting only, who would care about her recording?

The police had better things to do. There were so many old men and women chatting in this world, they would have all been arrested.

The old woman sneered, and said sonorously, “That’s how it is in their family. Why are the children of the rich family so small-minded? Your family cheats on others, so why don’t you let people talk about it?”

Lilly looked at the ground and thought to herself: This is a jealous spirit.

Jealousy was an emotion of indifference, belittlement, rejection, and hostility towards others.

Once you felt jealous, you could not help making stories up about others, belittling others, repelling and hostile to others…

Even if no one else had provoked her, the success or luck of others was, in itself, a kind of torment for them.

Human brains were so complicated!

Lilly shook her head, stretched out her hand suddenly, and grabbed the jealous spirit.

I will set off with my father to go bust some

was injured a little this time, and she had been recuperating for a while, she would have set off

with the juicy gossip

“???”

did not even take one look at him after she came

and grab him all

and stuffed it directly into

and the others are setting up a stage to sing, and they were

her eyes were excited, “Hey! Someone’s

Jealous spirit, “!!!” (Scared)

was stunned for a moment, and suddenly slapped her to

hands, standing up, and shaking the recording in her hand, she

she was so bad! She already knew how to threaten an

when her little grandson came over to drink water. He was dirty from playing

two little boys were all dressed brightly, and they looked good at such a

comparison, the more frustrating it

than her little

that this kid is

yesterday, she bumped into another

middle of the night, keeps running around upstairs and making noises, I live

am I? What good is it for me to make up stories about them, what I say is true! My second aunt’s son works

Lilly sighed.

the spirit, she

top of her, to find a chance for her to scare her and

do so, and let others go to hell… If Master

catching it was the same as not catching

had already walked

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