Refuse to spoil!The milk bag is the most curly working child in Xuanmen

Chapter 100
Fu Anran calmly said: "I know that cooperating with ghosts makes you very worried, but in fact this matter is very simple, we don't need you to take any risks, you just need to lend me your three treasures."

Yan Zifeng asked: "What do you mean?"

Fu Anran said a few words in a low voice, and Yan Zifeng's expression changed.

After a while he asked deeply: "As long as I lend you these three items, will you allow me to have spiritual power?"

Fu Anran nodded.

Yan Zifeng laughed: "What about sincerity? You know that we collectors treat the relics in our collection as if they were children's pets."

"Why do you say that you can give me spiritual power, so I believe you?"

Fu Anran had expected it a long time ago, and it was no nonsense. He raised his hand and pointed at the car, and a burst of silver light suddenly glowed from the car.

After a while, the silver light disappeared, and Fu Anran signaled: "Use the method you used to detect me to detect this car, and the result will satisfy you."

Yan Zifeng looked at him inquiringly, and took out a black tulip from his pocket.

This tulip is very similar to the one given to Qi Susu that day, but there is a faint light around it.

When it got close to Fu Anran, its color slowly turned blood red, but when it got close to the car, the blood color suddenly faded and turned into a faint silver color.

His second-grade treasure tulip can distinguish spiritual power and ghost power, and it can be detected in an instant no matter how deeply it is hidden.

What's more, the things identified are all the power of origin, black means ghost power, blood color means abyss, gold means divine power, and silver is the characteristic of spiritual power.

The original spiritual power was recognized in this car, and the child in front of him with the breath of the abyss really has the supernatural ability to impart spiritual power.

Yan Zifeng was a little surprised, but soon his eyes were hot: "I didn't expect Your Excellency to be so powerful."

"I agree to this deal."

He took the initiative to extend a hand, trembling slightly with excitement.

Fu Anran smiled, and extended a hand to hold it: "Then, happy cooperation."

……

On the other side, Qi Susu and Jiang Zhen joined together with Chu Renfeng and Luo Mingli to finish their meal.

Several adults went into their rooms to make their beds, and the two children squatted in the corridor.

Luo Mingli took out his violin, harmonica and cucurbit.

He lifted the violin and vowed: "Sister Susu, I will play it for you before going to bed!"

The big blue eyes of the blond boy in front of him shone brightly, like the most beautiful sapphires.

The light from the corridor shrouded him like an angel.

Qi Susu froze for a moment, then nodded:
"Okay, let's get started, brother Mingli!"

Luo Mingli put the violin on his shoulders, posed in an elegant shape, and officially started playing.

"Woo-la-la-la-u-u-u-la-"

The melodious music poured out from the strings, like moonlight shining on the cool Danube.

Qi Susu closed her eyes and savored it carefully.

This time she didn't have to hurry, she squatted down and calmed down, and soon felt the faint power around her.

This kind of power is also like flowing water, slightly cool but warm, calm and calm, not aggressive, but very close to her.

They gather strength around her, helping her climb all the way until she touches the barrier that hangs overhead.

"Buzzing—"

Is this her realm wall?

Qi Susu mobilized her spiritual energy to try to attack, but the barrier was also extremely thick, and her impact was useless.

Qi Susu wasn't in a hurry either, in fact she was very satisfied to be able to touch the barrier.

She slowed down her spiritual power to immerse herself in this mysterious realm, and the external power also relaxed and blended with her spiritual power.

The music outside changed from song to song.

For some reason, Luo Mingli always feels that today's tune is very good, it seems that he suddenly has a hand feeling, and the strings are also very flexible on the strings.

After playing for a long time, he finally finished playing all the pieces he wanted to play for Qi Susu. Luo Mingli looked at the time and found that it was still early to go to bed.

Today he was very excited to play. Seeing that it was still early, he picked up the harmonica and began to play harmonica music.

Qi Susu kept her eyes closed, with a happy expression on her white and tender face.

The two Xiaotuanzi just played like this, and the other listened, until after ten o'clock.

The moon hung high in the night sky, and the stars emerged from the clouds.

After ten o'clock, Jiang was really going to sleep. He came to the corridor and was about to call Qi Susu back to the room, but he saw two small groups sitting together, intoxicated by the music.

The scene in front of me was peaceful and beautiful, the camera was still working, and there were already many people in the live broadcast room who came to listen to Luo Mingli's performance.

At this time Jiang Zhen went out, the camera turned around and gave him a short shot:
"Did Vice President Jiang come out to listen to music?"

"Ming Li pulls really well!"

"I'm tired of talking about being tied to death. I hope the Zuli cp I'm drinking will never collapse."

Jiang Zhenrao raised his eyebrows with interest, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the camera, and started recording videos.

He wanted to share this scene with his circle of friends. The two little groups are so cute together.

After recording a harmonica song, Jiang Zhen shared the video with a copy by the way:

#Reality TV show: Two cute dumplings who are intoxicated with music.

Jiang Zhen has a lot of friends on WeChat, including ordinary people and those in the metaphysics circle. When they saw this news, they all liked it.

Jiang Zhenxin glanced at the rapidly increasing likes with satisfaction, and suddenly saw the friend who just liked: Master Xuanqing of the Eighth Generation.

Jiang Zhen was taken aback, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

The master secretly took pictures of his apprentice... But there is also the former Guanzhu Xuanqing among his friends?
Too many people have been added, to be honest he forgot.

But it seems to be true, when he was taken to Xuanqing Temple by his father before, he became a friend of the Lord Su Changming.

Jiang Zhen continued to stare at the news, and found that there was another big guy who liked it: Mr. Liu of the Heritage Appreciation Association.

Sure enough, Susu's charm is still great, blowing out these big guys who usually dive.

A few minutes later, he saw his father's thumbs-up from the head of the Xuanguan Bureau.

The stinky old man even commented below:
"Stinky boy, take care of the little temple master."

Jiang Zhen: "..."

Who is taking care of whom?
Sure enough, Susu is the group favorite in the metaphysics world.

Jiang Zhen closed the phone and told Qi Susu to go to bed: "Susu, it's time to go to bed, we have to go to the fortune telling tomorrow."

Being called out like this, Qi Susu woke up from the intoxication, blinked fiercely, and still had endless aftertaste on the feeling just now:

"Going to sleep now?"

Jiang Zhen was helpless: "It's past ten o'clock, it's time to go to bed, children need to go to bed early to grow taller."

Qi Susu was a little bit reluctant: "...Okay."

Hearing the words, Luo Mingli also put down the harmonica. He smiled slightly: "Listen to the song I played for you tomorrow, Susu."

Qi Susu nodded and gave him a thumbs up: "The performance is very nice!"

(End of this chapter)