Little Fuwa in the era: Three uncles rushed to pet me

But An An didn't tell Ning Qiu Shan.

She had indeed learned some consecration and blessing spells from the old man with the white beard in her dream, but changing luck was a big spell and would damage the body and vitality.

She is still young, her body is immature, and her physical strength is not strong enough. To use such a spell...

She didn't know whether she could bear it.

She told no one about it.

After returning to the capital, she just stuffed food into her stomach even more crazily, eating more would help her regain a little more strength.

The family didn't think anything was wrong.

An An always loves to eat, and after encountering such a big event this time, she has been hungry for such a long time, so it is normal to want to eat more. Wang Qiaoping even tried her best to make all kinds of delicious food for her granddaughter.

On the day of changing his fate, Ning Qiu Shan agreed to An An's request and chose a geomantic treasure land to open an altar to practice.

An An first wrote a talisman and pasted it on Ning Zhe's forehead, and then made a sword from peach wood to attract the essence of heaven and earth...

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At this time, Tan Feifei was taking guqin lessons at home.

Mrs. Tan has been focusing on cultivating her daughter's guqin, calligraphy and painting skills. This time the guzheng teacher is also a famous guqin master in China, Professor Zhong.

Mrs. Tan waited in line for a long time to get an appointment with this professor.

It also cost a lot of money, 5000 yuan, an hour...

So Mrs. Tan paid special attention to it.

Of course, a famous professor must have a weird temper, but it is not like Tan Feifei's previous teachers who looked at her family background and spoke, supported her, and doted on her.

Compared to this professor, he was much harsher and always found fault with me.

"Hang up by your wrists, hang up..."

"Your voice is so low and weak. Didn't you eat today?"

"Frustrated, discouraged, start again..."

…………

It was just a song called "Spring Dawn in the Snow Mountains". Tan Feifei played it over and over again, but she just couldn't satisfy the teacher.

Mrs. Tan looked a little impatiently.

But she can't lose her temper with the master, right?

Then he could only show his face to his daughter, rolling his eyes again and again.

As for Tan Feifei, it is of course even more uncomfortable.

Not only did she have to listen to the teacher's reprimands, she also had to secretly observe Mrs. Tan's expression, which was like sitting on pins and needles.

The more nervous she is, the harder she plays, and the more nervous she becomes.

Professor Zhong was getting impatient.

"For the last time, I'm going to dismiss get out of class." Professor Zhong glanced at the time and said with a slightly irritable expression.

"Um……"

Tan Feifei nodded, her voice soft.

Raise your wrist to pluck the strings...

"Snapped……"

The strings are broken...

"Tsk..." Mrs. Tan immediately said "tsk" impatiently.

"What's wrong with you today?" She finally couldn't help but cursed.

But he saw Tan Feifei holding her head and looking in pain.

"Mom, my head hurts so much..." she said.

When Mrs. Tan heard this, she became even more angry: "You are not good at playing the piano now, and you still play these tricks with me, right?"

"No, mom, I..."

Tan Feifei hugged her head, and without saying the last two words, she fell to the ground with a "boom".

She held her head and rolled on the ground.

"Mom, it hurts, it hurts, my head hurts so much..." Her face turned pale and veins protruded on her forehead.

But Mrs. Tan stood there with her hands folded across her chest, just looking at him coldly, and then laughed out loud.

"Heh, you look pretty good."

"I'm telling you Tan Feifei, I'll count to three. If you stand up on your own, I can forget the blame. If you still pretend to be here, you will weigh the consequences yourself." Mrs. Tan started to count.

"One, two..."

But she didn't count to three, probably because she didn't have the chance to count to three, because Tan Feifei started to foam at the mouth.

The expression on Mrs. Tan's face stiffened.

She finally realized that Tan Feifei was not pretending.

"Feifei..." she shouted in panic, and stepped forward to hold Tan Feifei in her arms, "Feifei, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom..."

The professor on the side was also frightened.

"Then... that... the time is up, I'll go back first."

"This...I won't charge you for today's class."

"This matter has nothing to do with me. It really doesn't matter. You have seen it. I just went to class normally. I didn't do anything..."

After the professor finished speaking, he ran out of Tan's house in a panic.

Ouch……

She patted her heart in shock.

How could this kid be like this?

She was just teaching normally, how could she scare a child like this?

Professor Zhong is famous in the industry for being strict in teaching. Isn’t this the reputation everyone is aiming for?These parents paid a lot of money for her to take lessons, and of course they had to pay a lot of money. Isn't it because she could see there was something wrong at a glance?

How did she know this would happen?

I hope her parents won’t find trouble with her?

How could Mrs. Tan care about arguing with the teacher at this time?She hurriedly called her husband.

"Tan He, something happened to Feifei, please come back quickly..."

"I didn't, I didn't lie to you."

"Tan He, I don't care about you, I don't care about you, you can do whatever you want, you can fool around with your female secretary as much as you want, something really happened to Feifei, come back soon..."

Mrs. Tan has always been a person who has no ideas. When she was young, she had a good family background. She was originally a rich lady with no worries. When she grew up, she listened to Tan He's sweet words and married him with a big belly.

After giving birth to a child, Tan He's business became better and better, and she became a rich wife at home with peace of mind.

Over the years, she has never touched the spring water. When something happens, she can't think of any other way except panic.

After hanging up the phone, she went to hold Tan Feifei, who was rolling on the floor in pain, in her arms.

"Fifi...Fifi..."

"What should I do? Feifei, what should I do?"

Fortunately, her phone number was still useful, and Tan He came back after a while.

When Tan He came back, Tan Feifei's face was already blue and she was lying in her mother's arms, with big beads of sweat falling from her forehead.

Mrs. Tan's tears were about to dry up. When she saw her husband come home, she seemed to see a life-saving straw.

"Tan He..." she shouted.

"Quickly, take Feifei to the hospital."

But the moment Tan He saw Tan Feifei, his pupils trembled.

"No, we can't take her to the hospital."

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Tan couldn't believe it: "Why not send it to the hospital?"

"There's no reason, I said it can't, it's not possible, and it's useless to send it to the hospital." Tan He said impatiently.

He wasn't impatient, he was flustered.

He could tell at a glance that Tan Feifei was suffering from backlash from her soul.

But what's going on here?

He obviously got rid of Lu An'an with his own hands, and he clearly saw the two of them fall into the river together with his own eyes.

Are they not dead?

how can that be?how is this possible?