A burden to a wealthy family, I became famous on the Internet by drawing talismans

Liu Hao left quietly just as he had come. Go back and try your legs again. Some things don't need to be known to others.

Wen Liang had a good sleep and is feeling pretty good.

Peng Jing came to pick her up and asked kindly, "Bao, how are you? Go back to the hotel to clean up? Want to have fish noodles for breakfast? Can you do a live broadcast in the morning?"

All the questions were asked at once. Although Peng Jing was injured, it was not the fault of Guaibao for not calculating, as his injury was nothing at all.

Wen Liang blinked her big eyes and replied, "Very good, let's go back to the hotel and listen to Director Peng."

Seeing that she was still so well behaved, Peng Jing took her back to the hotel like an old father and asked, "Where is the live broadcast?"

Wen Liang replied: "Otherwise, it's in front of the City God Temple."

Peng Jing understood. The front of the City God Temple was severely damaged, so let's just broadcast it live. He needs to report. Xia Kun also said that the song was written and it was very suitable to be sung in the ruins.

Peng Jing took the child back to the hotel, his mind racing, thinking about what to do, to wrap up this matter and start a new life. This might be more meaningful.

Xia Kun and Zhang Zihan were busy in the hotel. They couldn't kill evil spirits, but they had to do other things, otherwise they would be useless.

Fu Ming and Yu Jia also helped. To do something respectable, that's what people do.

Now, many places are doing it, but each is doing their own thing. As long as you do your own show well, even though time is tight, it may not be impossible.

Many people and fans in Zhangcheng have taken action, and it feels great to be united.

Wang Min was helping Wen Liang in the room, worried that she had some health problems. She looked at herself in the mirror, more seriously than when she was filming.

Wen Liang turned his head to look at the top of Wang Min's head, but there was no comparison.

Wang Min said carefully: "This is unique, and many people think it's cool."

Wen Liang took a pair of scissors and cut off most of his long hair. All of it was wasted, so he just burned it.

Wang Min watched and realized that this was the master’s method, and it was different from fire spells.

The remaining hair is still relatively long, so Wen Liang still tied it up. It will be fine after it grows out for a while.

Wen Liang was wearing a clean green robe and red skirt, which were embroidered with beautiful flowers, and looked very pretty. She was wearing a pair of cloth shoes on her feet, as the temperature had dropped today.

Wang Min basically did nothing, just watched her dress herself up and go out together.

He Ai and Zhang Wen were there with him. They felt sad when they saw the master's hair. Who could understand her feelings? If she didn't say anything, no one would ask.

Let’s go to the store to eat fish noodles together.

The street here is well-maintained and many people come to eat fish noodles, but they all finish their meal quickly and leave.

An old woman looked at Wen Liang and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

A beautiful girl asked, "Want to be whipped?"

The old woman was so excited that she said hurriedly: "A master said that Wen Liang's condition is due to evil spirits, and he should become a monk."

The little beauty slapped him in the face!

The old woman turned her head and was slapped again by the beautiful woman.

The old woman turned her head and some soy milk was splashed on her face.

The old woman became more and more excited and said, "I am doing this for Wenliang's sake! It will be bad if you are possessed by evil spirits."

Wen Liang stopped some of the angry people and said casually, "Don't worry about it."

The little beauty didn't care, but still asked angrily: "My dear, how dare she? What benefit did she get from others?"

Wen Liang said disdainfully: "It's just that Zhangcheng is short of some people, and they can help her daughter find a good job. This is a rare opportunity."

The little beauty spit on the old woman's face!

The beautiful woman didn't say anything, but reported it directly, saying angrily: "I'll see who dares?"

The old woman left unwillingly.

Wen Liang really didn't want to care about these things, so he said casually: "I don't want to care."

The beautiful lady said, "There are so many spies? But her daughter can't get the job and she will blame you? So many tricks?"

Wen Liang lowered his head and ate noodles.

The beautiful girl continued to quarrel with someone with her cell phone. Spies are immoral, and they are immoral in every way. Most of the people who are found by spies are also immoral, just like flies don't bite seamless eggs.

Wen Liang ate three bowls of fish noodles in one go and enjoyed it very much.

He Ai saw that she had really eaten well, and those things did not cause any pressure to her because she had strong strength.

Although gossip can melt metal and constant criticism can destroy people, the majority of people understand that as long as a minority of people are doing something, they cannot be defeated.

After Wenliang had his fill, he strolled along the streets of Zhangcheng.

Zhangcheng was badly damaged, and many camphor trees were destroyed, but it will soon be repaired and rebuilt, and will look brand new.

Some children on the road were very happy to see Wen Liang because there was no school and they didn't have to go to school.

A child asked, "Master, can you slay a dragon?"

Wen Liang responded: "I don't slay dragons."

A little girl immediately said, "What's the big deal about slaying a dragon? My mother said that being able to defend a city or a country is real skill."

The boy argued, "I didn't say it wasn't."

The girl was not to be outdone: "You are interested in slaying dragons, you have no sense of responsibility. You don't know what it takes to defend a city. You don't care how hard the master works."

The boy shouted, "How hard can it be? Isn't it just a matter of fighting with the sword a few times?"

The girl is still making noise.

Wen Liang advised: "Good fortune and bad luck are self-cultivated."

The girl smiled shyly and said, "That's what my mom said. Those people have a great influence in Zhangcheng, and many people are still talking about it. My mom said that I should have brains and do the right thing."

Wen Liang's eyes lit up when he saw a young man on the side of the road.

The boy was startled.

The girl talked to Wen Liang for a few words, became more generous, and asked curiously: "What does my sister want to see him for?"

The boy shrank to one side, very nervous.

Wen Liang said casually: "You like to sing but your mother won't let you. Can you try and ask your mother to listen?"

A brighter light immediately flashed in the boy's eyes, and his face flushed with excitement.

Several acquaintances on the street immediately started to make a noise: "I'm going to yell at his mother right now!"

"His mother wants him to join the official system in the future!"

One of the guys immediately said, "Singing is also possible! Like Xia Kun, he is now a national treasure!"

An acquaintance told the truth: "How many people are like Xia Kun? Besides, he is not stable."

A lady came over in a hurry, with injuries on her body. Seeing Wen Liang, she said politely, "Thank you, Master. I thought about it on the way. Let's respect the child's preferences. But his studies cannot be delayed."

The lady then said to the child, "Mom is not trying to stop you. I just want to help you find a better way. If you really like to sing, you should sing well. I don't think you sing very well."

Wen Liang explained: "I want his voice to be clean. I don't understand the technique very well, nor do I support it very much. Just remember not to lose this clean and ethereal feeling. Ask Xia Kun to take a look at your voice later, and then try again."

The lady blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "Is Han Zhihao's voice so good? Wei Ping's voice is really good."

Wen Liang said: "A girl and a boy are different, one is from Macheng and the other is from Zhangcheng."

He Ai smiled and said, "Master, you should discover more of them. Wei Ping's voice is too unique, and some songs are not suitable for her."