Burning XNUMX million nether coins, fortune telling becomes popular

"it is good."

Bo Yesheng didn't ask any more questions and quickly agreed. During this period, Bo Chengcheng pestered them to go to the small courtyard. He was also sure that Bo Yesheng would not do anything to him when Song Yi was around.

Knowing this kid's mentality, he might be able to laugh. She just didn't want to be tortured in front of Song Yi. Besides, Song Yi wouldn't be around all the time. Bo Chengcheng didn't know why he was so determined to go and even caused trouble in the Bo family. Grandma Bo I'm so happy to know that Bo Chengcheng's love brain has improved.

"Yiyi, you are really our family's little lucky star. Everything has gotten better since you came here." She smiled lovingly, but the corners of Song Yi's mouth twitched.

"Chengcheng, this child, has been spoiled since he was a child. If he makes you unhappy, I will apologize to you on his behalf."

When Bo Qing hurried back, he nodded and said, "Yes, I didn't care much about him since he was a child, which led to his lawless temper."

Bo Qing said sincerely. He had only recently heard that Bo Yesheng was getting better and better under her care. As the eldest brother, he was naturally grateful. When the engagement was called off, he was still Feeling pity.

The two of them stand together, they are not just a golden boy and a beautiful girl, they are a perfect match.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart."

Song Yi politely replied. Bo Qing and Grandma Bo learned that Bo Chengcheng was very interested in the paper talismans on her and that Song Yi was teaching Bo Yesheng how to practice. Bo Chengcheng cried and asked Song Yi to take her in. As a disciple, I felt compassion and thought about stuffing him in too.

"Here, I'm not taking care of a child."

One Bo Yesheng was enough, but now there was an additional Bo Chengcheng. She really couldn't bear it. Bo Qing was advising from the side: "Miss Song, you don't have to be so anxious to refuse now. This child, Bo Chengcheng, stays with you." Together, we can still take care of each other. If you think his talent is really not that good, you can just stay with him and be a handyman."

Bo Chengcheng nodded crazily beside him: "Yes, yes, even if I am just a handyman, I am willing."

Seeing that Bo Chengcheng was about to rush over to hold his legs and cry bitterly, Song Yi's eyebrows jumped hard, "Stop, can't I agree to it?"

Bo Chengcheng's eyes lit up, and the three of them returned to the small courtyard, but Bo Yesheng seemed very unhappy, "What's the point of agreeing at this juncture? We will go somewhere else soon."

"Hey, no, I'll definitely keep him for my own use."

I thought Bo Yesheng wouldn't mind, but I didn't expect that he would mind more than anyone else. When they got up to practice meditation in the morning, the two of them secretly competed.

"Uncle, I think young people like us are better at things like practicing and cheering up."

What surprised Song Yi was that although Bo Yesheng was a loser in martial arts, Bo Chengcheng was quite talented. He and Bo Yesheng were completely opposites. He could only look at the talisman technique that he was most interested in. because he has no talent and cannot understand.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to bring Bo Chengcheng with you on these snowy mountain trips.

When Bo Chengcheng heard that Song Yi was going to take him with him, he was extremely excited. Only Bo Yesheng had a cold face the whole time. She secretly asked Bo Yesheng in private.

"Mr. Bo, are you angry?"

He glared at her fiercely, "No."

She was still angry and said no. Song Yi was a little speechless. She couldn't understand what the man was thinking. The man was confused, but he still patiently explained to him: "The reason why I brought Bo Chengcheng with me is because he also It’s of some use, don’t think too much about it.”

"I promised my aunt that I will take good care of you, and naturally I will give priority to your affairs." Although Bo Yesheng said that he didn't care about this, his mood improved visibly. Seeing her change in mood, Song Yitiao He twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously angry.

The matter on the Internet has come to an end. The Bo family's public relations department is already quite strong. After sending legal letters to the people who spread the rumors, they collected all the information and evidence about Song Wen and sent them to Song Qingtian for several days. They all looked coldly on this daughter, but Bo Chengcheng couldn't wait to share it with them.

"I find Song Wen is so annoying when she cries! Why did I fall in love with her before!" Bo Chengcheng was hopeless.

"Because you are stupid."

Bo Yesheng didn't even raise his head. Bo Chengcheng covered his heart, "Uncle, am I your nephew? You actually said that to me. I'm very sad!"

"Okay, we're leaving tomorrow, so let's put this matter aside for now."

Song Yi didn't know where a pile of yellow paper popped out. "The danger factor in the snow mountain is really too high. You need to store your ax more carefully."

Bo Chengcheng casually pulled out one and asked with some curiosity: "Sister Yi, I saw those on TV were painted with his own blood when I was fighting monsters."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "If you really painted every blessing with your own blood every time you went to hunt ghosts, your blood would have been drained long ago."

Bo Chengcheng suddenly realized it and couldn't help but complain: "So that's it, the TV series are all lies."

Seeing his nephew being so stupid, Bo Yesheng really didn't know why the Bo family's genes gave birth to such a thing?
"There is also something special about drawing a talisman. You have to ask the Heavenly Lord to consecrate the method before this talisman can be used."

"If it is a practice, you also need to discuss with Tianzun that it is a practice, so that it will not cause unnecessary trouble."

As she spoke, she murmured to herself, and the talisman was blown up in the air by the wind, and finally fell down steadily.

"All right."

She glanced at Bo Chengcheng and said without naming him, "Last time I saw you copying my calligraphy and painting talisman, you know that if something is attracted to you, your yang energy will be sucked away by that ghost. .”

Bo Chengcheng shivered in fear and raised his hand weakly: "I know, I won't dare to do it next time."

She glanced at Bo Yesheng again and nodded with satisfaction. She didn't need to worry about it at all. She was gifted with a natural Taoist body and could immediately create an exact replica just by looking at it.

"The charms have different effects on different ghosts. Mr. Bo, you can be said to be half a Taoist priest now."

After thinking for a while, he added: "With your strength, you can set up a stall under the overpass without any problem."

"Thank you." Bo Yesheng thanked him politely. Although Song Yi's words sounded strange, she seemed to be connoting him.

"What about me? What am I doing?"

She doesn’t know how many times she has given up on the crooked patterns on paper.

(End of this chapter)