Fuxi expressed deeply that the baby had a headache, but the baby didn't say anything.
"Beautiful sister, thank you."
Jian Fan's train of thought was interrupted by Fu Xi's words.
She lowered her head to look at the beautiful child who was thanking her.
As a child, Fuxi was too stable and so mature that it made people feel distressed.
Such a child who violates the rules of growth.
"You're welcome."
She knew Fuxi spoke because of Daowu.
In order to reassure Fuxi, she looked at him gently and held Fuxi's hand in her own.
The child's soft and warm touch was particularly obvious in her somewhat cold hands.
For a moment, the air seemed to get a little colder.
Sure enough, it was because of her personality that she was "condemned by God" for pretending.
It was rare for Jian Fan to open his yin and yang eyes after work.
The child's head was full of auspiciousness, but his parents' palace was dark, symbolizing the death of his parents.
Moreover, the couple's palace was even worse.
His future relationships would have nowhere to settle, and he was doomed to wander throughout his life.
"Fuxi, this is for you."
Since I have a chance, I wish you happiness and at least help you a little.
Jian Fan also gave Fu Xi a string of beeswax bracelets, with Buddhist mantras engraved on it.
The old monk had consecrated the light, Rong Nan had performed dharma, and Jian Fan had engraved formations.
It was definitely a must for traveling at home, killing people, and setting fires.
It is also necessary to prepare an artifact and a peace talisman.
Fuxi naturally knew that the thing in Jian Fan's hand was extraordinary.
He raised his head and met Jian Fan's eyes.
After looking at each other seriously for a few seconds, he lowered his head and took the light bracelet with both hands.
"Thank you."
A thank you contains countless friendships, and he finally stopped pretending to be precocious.
This is the inexhaustible bond between simple and traditional styles and Maoshan.
"Hold on."
The atmosphere that had finally gathered in the box was interrupted again.
The little monk ran to Jian Fan, glanced at the bracelet in Fu Xi's hand, and smiled happily, "I have one too, little guy.
We are a couple” At that moment, Jian Fan felt that she made the right decision not to drink water, because she saw Dao Wu squirting on the side, and the squirting was particularly gorgeous.
Miss Jian, whose own IQ is a question mark, actually one day laughs at other people's brains.
As the saying goes, there is no dumbest, only dumber.
This is the truth.
Friends, please believe that you are a smart kid.
"Little guy, where are your clothes?
I need to help you mend them."
The little monk took out a clean piece of clothing from his arms, waved it in front of Fu Xi, and then threw silk with an older girl to the man he loved.
Same.
The high-quality clothes with a faint soapy smell rubbed across Fuxi's cheeks, and Fuxi's little face suddenly turned red.
"No need."
His tone was a bit harsh, and he still refused to face the young monk face to face.
After saying this, the little guy raised his head to look for his master, and pulled at Daowu's Taoist robe feebly, "Master, my disciple is not feeling well, can we go back first?"
Indeed, his condition was not good.
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When the monk made a fuss, his face turned pale after becoming famous, which was very bluffing.
When Dao Wu saw that his precious apprentice looked strange, he lifted the little guy up, thinking that Fuxi's body had deteriorated because his soul had been away from the body for too long.
He didn't expect that everyone here except the little monk was not included.
As a novice, how can you not tell the difference between a real illness and a fake one?
"Everyone, see you later."
Daowu rushed out in a hurry, and Jian Fan asked the young monk to close the box door.
Outside the door, Fuxi patted her master's palm and said, "Master, I'm fine.
Let's go find the master uncle."
He looked very calm, making people believe that such a decent-looking kid had just a few seconds ago.
Just lied.
"Fuxi, you're okay?"
Daowu breathed a sigh of relief.
Children are naughty, but it turns out that Fuxi isn't that grown-up after all.
He put the child down with a tigerish face, and the little beard on his chin trembled, resembling the image of the big bad wolf in fairy tales, "Child, we can't lie.
If you lie, I will ask the head brother to beat you."
Butt."
"I'm really fine."
Master, you haven't changed your threatening tactics in a few years, okay?
Fuxi visibly froze for a second, then emphasized again that she was okay.
The master is a good person to him, and he will try his best not to worry the old man, the master.
"As long as it's okay, that's fine."
Dao Wu took the lead and walked forward.
The disciple's injury must be helped by the master and the senior brothers.
The sooner the better.
If it's okay now, it doesn't mean it will be okay in the future.
"By the way, Fu Xi, why did little friend Jian just say that your uncle is not a thing?"
He asked as he walked, his brain seemed to be running out.
Fu Xi suddenly had a headache and his forehead throbbed.
Master, can you please stop throwing things at me that you always can’t figure out?
I’m a human brain, not a computer.
"Senior Brother Leader is indeed nothing."
Daowu thought for a long time and nodded vigorously.
The serious look made Fu Xi start to think about whether he should put his life in the hands of his current master.
It was a bit dangerous.
"He is a human being."
Dao Wu drifted away.
Fu Xi: It makes sense, but I am speechless.
Inside the box.
"Little monk, you are so awesome."
Jian Fan, who had witnessed the drama between the little guys, gave a thumbs up to the innocent-looking young monk, who was so shaken that they all ran away.
It would be great if one day Ananda could be as fun as Fuxi.
Her eyes were rolling, and when she saw that it was difficult to turn her head, she subconsciously shrank her head.
Rong Nan deliberately raised his head, pretending not to see someone's ostrich appearance.
"Xiao Fanfan, if you don't come over, you won't even be able to see the last side of the coffin."
As soon as he heard his coffin, Jian Fan instantly jumped up and "flyed" to Rong Rong's side in a matter of seconds.
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His little black head lay on the window frame, his eyes almost bulging out.
She also wanted to know if the coffin was worth anything.
The beauty in the center of the stage was stepping aside while four Maoshan disciples wearing Taoist robes slowly walked over carrying a long object covered with yellow cloth.
"Dear viewers, let me introduce the grand finale of this auction."
I don't know if it was Jian Fan's illusion, but the golden light flashing in the beauty's eyes was almost the same as when she saw the money.
It seems that this beauty can get a lot of benefits from hosting her thing.
The female host had a look of resentment directed at her from nowhere.
She shook her head, continued to smile and began to give a passionate "speech" with a straight face.
"This auction is a complete golden nanmu coffin.
Golden nanmu is a precious wood, with noble golden threads in the wood grain, and ebony combines the elegance of wood and the charm of stone.
It is a famous oriental Sacred wood, never fades, never decays, never grows insects Ladies and gentlemen, what is even more rare is that this piece of wood has a natural landscape-like texture, which is gorgeous but not tacky.
The dragon pattern carved by the craftsman completely matches the texture of the wood.
After examination by experts, this coffin does not belong to any era known to mankind, but it is certain that it was definitely tailor-made for an emperor.
Moreover, there is a magic circle on the coffin.
Yes, you heard it right.
The coffin has the function of automatically protecting the owner and can withstand the close range bombing of a small atomic bomb.
This is simply a giant panda in wood and a Rolls-Royce in a coffin.
What are you waiting for?
Get started quickly."
The hostess took matters into her own hands and suddenly removed the yellow talisman covering the coffin.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Xiao Fanfan: wui coffin is so happy, so happy Ananda: There is one more thing, you forgot Xiao Fanfan: At that moment, I seemed to see a gold ingot wearing armor coming to pick me up on seven-colored clouds.
Ananda: Don’t worry, the money won’t be in your hands Xiao Fanfan cried: I didn’t guess the beginning, nor the ending, oh Yuan Sheng: Hold on, accept the sorrow and accept the change Xiao Fanfan: Little brat, what did you say?