"This kid doesn't look like he's unlucky."
After looking at the handsome master for a while, he finally let go of his fingers, but there were a few blue finger marks left on Xiao Zhang Yichen's chin. print.
The master walked back to where he was sitting just now, thrust the torch in his hand into the ground, pointed to the futon opposite the sand table, and said softly "sit".
As if she had been bestowed with some grand grace, the pretty woman pulled Xiao Zhang Yichen and knelt down on the futon with a grateful face.
"Auntie, let's go home."
Xiao Zhang Yichen couldn't control his trembling body.
He leaned closer to the pretty woman and said almost begging.
The pretty woman glared at him a little impatiently and said, "Auntie is doing business, and she will take you home after that."
Xiao Zhang Yichen pursed his lips a little aggrievedly and wanted to cry, but he tried hard to control his tears.
The master glanced at Xiao Zhang Yichen, and calmly used a rake-like object to smooth out the sand in the sand table.
Then he smiled and said to Xiao Zhang Yichen, "Do you really want to go home?"
Xiao Zhang Yichen nodded timidly, and even Tang Xiaoman saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Okay, let's play a game.
After the game is over, your aunt will take you away."
The master showed another charming and gentle smile.
Xiao Zhang Yichen looked at his aunt, then at the master, and asked doubtfully: "Really?"
"real."
After saying that, the master picked up the small stick from before, picked up a red rope next to the small stick, tied it to the small stick, then picked up a section of the red rope and handed it to Xiao Zhang Yichen's hand. , holding the other end in his hand, and said: "One of us will pull up one end of the red rope later, and then let the stick stand up and draw on the sand table.
When the drawing is finished, you can leave.
Do you understand?
" Xiao Zhang Yichen looked at the piece of red rope in his hand and nodded confusedly.
When his aunt, the pretty woman saw this, she quickly moved away from the futon and let Xiao Zhang Yichen kneel down.
"Can we start now?"
the handsome master asked, then slowly tightened the red rope at his end, and then the stick stood up like this.
"Hey, are they playing with the pen fairy?"
Fang Xuan, who usually watches Korean dramas, couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, "Zhang Yichen, this kid, wouldn't just do it like this?"
Under the pull of the two people, the small stick was quickly drawn on the sand table, but with the crooked scratches, neither of them could understand what they were drawing.
"Does any of you understand what this is painting?"
Fang Xuan asked again.
"I don't know," Li Xiaoli answered this time, "but at least it is clear that this so-called master is communicating with ghosts in this way."
"Communicating with ghosts," Fang Xuan began to sigh, "What do you mean by communicating with ghosts?
Are you satisfied with the guy I chose for you?"
"It's not impossible."
Li Xiaoli continued, "Look at the weird smile on the master's face.
It's obvious that he is very satisfied with the results of this exchange."
After Li Xiaoli reminded them, everyone looked at the master.
Sure enough, he had a smile on his face and was no longer as cold as before.
"Congratulations, this guy has been selected
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