"Did you stay up late last night to draw talismans?"
As the man spoke, he unfurled the ball of paper in his hand.
When the paper was crumpled into a ball, the cinnabar drawn on it was obviously not completely dry. Now, it was all over the place, and it was impossible to tell what was drawn on it. It had no spiritual power at all.
"What the hell are you drawing? If master sees this, he'll scold you for not improving at all!"
He mumbled, but song qingxiao didn't respond. He turned around.
He saw the young girl sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.
"What are you thinking about?"
He thought that he had just said a few words to her and the little girl was not happy to listen to him. He couldn't help but get up and walk over to her, reaching out to touch her head.
