The villain was raised crooked by me

Chapter 17 Are You a Ghost?
When the boy Feng Yan saw a black fire stick in front of him, he blinked in surprise.

Feng Yan is 11 years old this year. Because of his long-term balanced nutrition, he is already very tall.

He is practicing calligraphy.

His mother still does not allow him to study, he has been studying secretly.

This includes cultivation as well.

After practicing, his eyes and ears became clear, and he could hear the sound of other people approaching the small hut, so he also dared to write on paper.

Although the man gave him a lot of paper, he was still reluctant to use it.

I usually practice calligraphy by writing on the ground with wooden sticks or dipped in water on the table.

Occasionally, when he has some experience, he allows himself to write it down on paper.

The young man Feng Yan put down his pen, picked up the black fire stick, touched it, and realized that it was a sword.

Immediately ecstatically pulled out.

Obviously this is a grown-up sword, albeit a bit ugly.

The reason why Tang Yuyi chose this sword in the end was because this sword is more practical than the gorgeous one. It can be used during the day and at night, it can be used in frontal battles, and it can also be used in sneak attacks ...

The most important thing is that after others see it, they will not covet it.

In the world of comprehension, there are many people who seize treasures and kill people.

You can give him that gorgeous sword when he becomes stronger.

The young man rubbed Feng Yan for a long time, even pulled it out and danced a few times before carefully putting it back into the storage ring.

"I've wanted to ask you a long time ago, I didn't mean to offend you, I just wanted to know, are you a ghost?" Feng Yan said to the air in the house.

WTF?

I give you something, you say I'm a ghost?

Tang Yuyi almost twisted her nose, but at the same time she was a little funny.

"Or, is it a demon?"

Tang Yuyi really couldn't help laughing this time.

"You have been reluctant to show up, is it because you were imprisoned by something?"

I was imprisoned by a screen.

Tang Yuyi answered with a smile in his heart.

"You can tell me, and I'll come up with a solution. Well, if it's not convenient for you to respond, you can send me something, such as marked books, or you can write with a brush..."

Tang Yuyi blinked, can she write with a brush?

Doesn't she have three 10 minutes of intervening plot and interaction time with characters?
She didn't ask the system either, and then she pointed to the brush placed beside the inkstone, moving step by step.

Huh? !

It moved!

Tang Yuyi was pleasantly surprised.

On the screen, Feng Yan was even more pleasantly surprised than Tang Yuyi.

He didn't expect that the person he'd been wanting to meet would finally respond.

Tang Yuyi moved the brush with difficulty, and wrote, "I am a human being, I am not imprisoned, so don't worry about me."

After writing this sentence, Tang Yuyi looked at the crooked earthworm-like characters on the snow-white paper, and suddenly remembered something—she wrote modern simplified characters, and Feng Yan learned Xiaozhuan from the cultivation world.

He can't understand.

Sure enough, Feng Yan on the screen was dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you couldn't read. Are you a demon?" Feng Yan apologized in a low voice.

Feng Yan has heard that some demons who cultivated into adulthood in the remote mountains with no one are relatively unfamiliar with human culture, and some are illiterate.

What are you talking about, boy?

Can you say that again?
Isn't that character a bit ugly, doesn't it not belong to the font of your era, but it is obvious that it is a character!
While muttering these words in his heart, Tang Yuyi saw the words of the seal protruding from a corner...

That looks good, just like what Tang Yuyi saw in the museum...

Forget it, stop talking, hurt your self-esteem.

(End of this chapter)