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Chapter 557 Big oranges are important 13
Maybe it was because he had encountered a fantasy situation that made him sober, and he decided not to pretend to be autistic anymore. Maybe the habit he developed in the past two years really made him a little autistic subconsciously, but , that doesn't matter, as long as the parents are still there.

When I have not made mistakes to the point of irreparability, everything now can be changed.

That's it.

"Xiao Fan is right, it's all my mother's fault, I didn't pay attention to your needs, I just gave you what I thought you needed." Mo's mother cried bitterly while holding her son.

Yan Qi was so frightened by the crying that he couldn't fall asleep, and climbed down the stairs helplessly on his short legs.

"Grandma, don't cry, I want to eat dried fish." Yan Qi walked over and tugged at Mo's mother's ankle-length skirt.

"Hey, grandma's little grandson, grandma is not crying, she's happy." Mother Mo said.

Seeing this scene, Mo Fan unconsciously regarded Yan Qizhen as his own son, and smiled. There was a moment of maturity and stability on the delicate boy's face.

Yan Qi glared at him, and he instantly turned into a dog's leg again.

Dad is still dad, always daddy.

Ugh!
I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I'd better hug Dad's thigh tightly.

After eating and drinking enough, Yan Qi returned to the room and turned into an orange cat, "Do you want to learn?"

"What?" Mo Fan was painting when he heard Yan Qi's question and couldn't react for a moment.

"I said, do you want to learn some Taoism or something? It looks like you have a good talent and a high IQ. In human society, those subjects and other things mean that you have completed all your university studies. Besides, your family is so wealthy. Money, even if you don’t do anything, it’s enough for you to be chic for the rest of your life, don’t you want to change such an ordinary life?”

Yan Qi encouraged him and said, wouldn't it be great if the male protagonist was taken on a journey as a Taoist priest and then said that Taoist priests cannot marry wives?

"...I don't want to." Mo Fan said hesitantly. After all, he is a 16-year-old boy, and he still has some passionate feelings.

"I'm asking again, do you want to? If you still refuse, then you have no chance." Yan Qi squinted at him.

Mo Fan put the brush aside in an awkward manner, and hurriedly came over to brush Yan Qi's hair. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to."

"Since you've said you want it, then hang out with me." Satisfied, Yan Qi narrowed his eyes.

"You're a human being, and the skills I practice now are different. I'll give this to you." Yan Qi took out a book of Talismans and Lu Daquan, but since it's the end of the Dharma Era, it's no longer possible to draw many powerful talismans. .

So the so-called encyclopedia is actually just a small booklet, which records the talismans that can be used to describe in this era.

"Learn to draw a safe talisman first, cinnabar chicken blood yellow paper, just buy some online. First get some and practice your hands." Yan Qi pointed his paw at the computer and said.

"Thank you master."

"Call me Dad."

"Thank you, Dad."

"good."

Yan Qi is really satisfied now, the brat just lacks training, he will be honest after being frightened casually.

Mo Fan: Are you scared?Another century-old ghost, another corpse, and a doll made of corpses, why don't you go to heaven.

No matter how much Mo Fan slandered in his heart, he still acted like a dog in front of Yan Qi, and he was determined to carry the attribute of cowardice to the end.

As a wealthy and powerful family member, the express delivery speed for shopping is also different from that of ordinary people. The same city express delivery arrives within two hours. It feels like the store owner has just bought it.

However, the more Mo Fan bought, the more money he spent.

"Follow this line, because you haven't practiced yet, you can't inject strength into your strokes, so I'll lend you some first." Yan Qi pressed his small paw on Mo Fan's thigh, touching the contact part, Yan Qi input Passed by, a mass of extremely gentle and rare energy.

But it still made Mo Fan's whole body tremble, and he always felt that his body had never been so relaxed in his life.

Mo Fan has a feeling of being in the air.

"Okay, put away that wretched expression on your face and draw it for me quickly. Today, I failed to find a peace charm again... I heard that there is a scenic spot near this city. As far as I know, it used to be a thousand-year-old village. "Human pit, I think you can have a love contest with a ghost." Yan Qi waved his paw to disperse the wretched look on his face.

Feeling the slight tingling pain in his body, Mo Fan obediently sat up straight and straightened his expression.

He doesn't want to see a thousand people's pit, and even have a love contest with ghosts, he is just an ordinary child, just do some ordinary things, even if he wants to do something, just do some ordinary things , his whole life is an ordinary person, everything is so ordinary, that's right.

Yan Qi: Want to be ordinary?You are afraid that you are going to dream.

"Hurry up and draw, they have already circled in your body, you continue to run along the flow of that power, and then take a drop from it and throw it into your hand, try to input it into the pen holder." Yan Qi said.

People who have always been materialists can't do anything when they do this step.

Mo Fan tried to get that power to his fingers, but he couldn't separate the power from his body, then input it into the pen holder, and then use this pen and cinnabar to draw on the amulet.

"Are you stupid? Don't you understand that power as a state of drawing blood? Don't be so restrained, you can practice now, so don't forcefully control the infinite brain hole in people's hearts." Yan Qi swung his paw up again, how could he be so stupid.

There is no way to understand fantasy things, but it can be forcibly understood with technological knowledge.

After all, the result is what matters.

You just need to know what to do, no one cares if you don’t understand.

After explaining it like this, Mo Fan understands it. It’s that simple. According to Yan Qi’s theory of blood flowing out, can the power be changed into another way of saying, such as the excess things in the body, and now they are in a state of being discharged. ...

If Yan Qi knew that such an elegant idea of ​​hers was actually thought of as a piss by Mo Fan, he would probably slap him to death like a paw, regardless of whether he is the hero or not.

Anyway, no matter what, Mo Fan can only input power into the pen holder.

"Bang bang..." There was a cracking sound, and the brush couldn't bear the strong force, and it shattered into pieces.

Yan Qi... I feel a little bit sorry that the bear is not in charge of the family, and I don't know how to use rice, oil, salt, such a writing brush. I don't use the writing brush that the boss gave me when I bought yellow paper and cinnabar.

(End of this chapter)