Shiraki Keiko thought of something interesting and smiled happily.

She said: "I was like this when I was a child. My father asked me to learn spiritual cultivation techniques. I was not happy to learn it, so he changed the name of the magic in the book he passed down from his family, and it turned into a fight and killing. Ai Jiang came out of me and it was this one that had been revised."

Xia Yan nodded, things were the same as he expected.

It turns out that it is not that Bai Nuo Ai has the special skill of turning talismans into reverse effects, but that talismans are used that way.

By the way, because my daughter didn't like it, she secretly changed the name of the spell, and this father-in-law was also a wonderful person.

Unfortunately I couldn't see it.

Xia Yan asked Huizi again: "Do you still have talismans?"

"There is one more." Shirato Keiko took out her cell phone from her pocket, stripped off the cell phone case, revealing the talisman hidden inside.

She was afraid of wrinkling and wet the talisman, so she put it in her phone case.

"You use this talisman and take a photo of me." Xia Yan needs to test the threat of this talisman.

Compared to the use of joy, Xia Yan cares more about the dangers of talismans.

Shiraki Keiko put the talisman in the middle of her fingers and placed her palm on Xia Yan's head.

"Gradually exert force," said Xia Yan.

Shirato Keiko slowly exerted force. When Xia Yan felt that her head was about to be pressed, the force was relaxed and Shirato Keiko's hand passed through his head.

He reached out and touched Shirato Keiko's finger.

Very slippery.

Putting away the rippling inside of his hands, Xia Yan turned to business.

He could also touch Keiko Shirato's hand, so his palm was not because the talisman had no effect.

But because the power that the talisman can exert on the ghost is limited, if you exceed this range, you will pass through the ghost.

This is not very powerful, and it can barely push Xia Yan's level.

Talismans do not pose any threat to ghosts.

Xia Yan activated his body to become virtual again, and his body changed from opaque to translucent.

"Yanjun?" Shirato Keiko couldn't see Xia Yan anymore.

Xia Yan patted her shoulder and touched her hand again.

He touched the empty space, and it seemed that the talisman had no effect under the virtual body.

Back to the original entity, Xia Yan felt relieved.

You can boldly use the talismans to pleasure.

"How much can I do this day?" Xia Yan couldn't wait to ask Huizi.

"The ceremony needs to be held, it looks like every three hours." Shirato Keiko took the opportunity to ask, "Do you want it? As long as you agree to treat me as an elder in the future, I will do it for you."

While nodding and agreeing, Xia Yan held Keiko Shirato's hand.

Shirato Keiko was startled. Although Xia Yan touched her hand just now, she just touched her and did not hold it like this.

"Where is the promised elder?" Shirato Keiko asked Xia Yan.

"I'm afraid of the darkness. Shouldn't the elders hold my hand to comfort me? If you are a good elder, you should still hold me!" Xia Yan said with confidence.

Shiraki Keiko glanced around her eyes.

This is a large tea room with quaint paper and wooden doors on both sides, and there are no windows, so the lighting is indeed not good.

But aren't the ghosts visible at night?

Shirato Keiko knew that this was Xia Yan's excuse, and she was also happy to be held by Xia Yan, but she felt like she had lost in this way.

She pulled out her hand and put it on Xia Yan's head.

"Be good, are you still afraid?" Shirato Keiko looked cunning and her hands rubbed against Xia Yan's head twice.

She thought she could win a game back, but she was not the opponent of the ghost.

Xia Yan was sitting next to Keiko Shirato at an ordinary size. Keiko Shirato put her hand on his head and needed to stretch her arms.

When my arms were stretched out, there was no protection in front of me.

Xia Yan followed the trend and lay on Keiko Shirato's thigh: "Now I'm not afraid."

The ghost has no weight, and Keiko Shirato's thighs shouldn't feel anything.

But human feelings are the same. When you believe in a feeling, you will feel that feeling.

Shirato Keiko felt the weight on her thighs and her body became stiff.

Xia Yan smiled proudly at her, turned around and smelled the body fragrance of Keiko Shiraki.

The ghost couldn't smell it, he was just teasing Keiko.

Shirato Keiko's shyness immediately shifted from the knee pillow to the body fragrance.

She raised her hand and smelled it, and a scent of roses entered her nose, the smell of the shower gel she used.

Shiraki Keiko felt relieved.

She looked at Xia Yan and finally realized when she saw the boy squinting his eyes, smiling lightly and teasingly.

Mature women will not do such a move.

She sighed in her heart and gave up on continuing the fight with Xia Yan.

The ghost can be shameless and use all kinds of means, but she feels embarrassed. This game is unfair.

At this time, the door of the tea room was opened and six old men walked in.

After they took their seats, two middle-aged people came in, put tea in front of the old man and Huizi, and left quietly.

Originally, Xia Yan felt that these old people were ordinary, but now with the contrast of two middle-aged people who looked like servants, it suddenly felt that the old people had some temperament, or in common, called "fashion".

The old man took a sip of tea first, and then talked about the festival with Keiko Shirato.

Some of them have been heard on the way, and some are new topics.

Several old people were discussing how to make the festival more prosperous.

"The summer festival has been held, and several people have returned to the countryside. What should I do if I don't have enough staff?" asked an old man with gray hair and wearing Jinping.

"Can my child come back and help."

"My grandson can do it too."

"I can still move my old bone."

The remaining elderly people contributed strongly, including children and grandchildren, and soon filled in the lack of manpower.

"There are enough people now, but what should I do with the snack stall?" asked the old man in Jinping.

Not all the shop owners are willing to go to the snack stall again. Although they make a little more money, it is not an ordinary trouble. The special festival is still on the mountainside.

"How can our face be bad? If you want to go, go. If you don't want to have something to do at home, don't try to use us old guys."

Xia Yan looked at the old man who was talking. It was a bald man of 1.8 meters tall, and he said the same thing.

"My son has a dessert company, and I asked him to get me a high-end pastry chef."

This time I talked about a short old man wearing glasses, who was very business-friendly.

"Will this be too troublesome?" asked another old man.

"This is not to fill in the vacancy, but mainly to attract people. I just participated in the summer festival, and the townspeople may not be happy to go there again," explained the old man in glasses.

As a tradition, summer festivals are once a year, and there are no new ways to go. They rely on people's habit of attending festivals, and they are prosperous every time.

This habit has just been consumed once, and the effect of the second time will inevitably decrease.

"That's true, then I'll come out and let those guys taste my skills."

"I don't have that ability, but I can promote more to the guests in the hotel."

The old people were making suggestions one after another.

Seeing that they were discussing their best and busy, Xia Yan grabbed his head and felt a little embarrassed.

He wrote in Huizi's hand: "Don't be so grand"

He just wanted to cheat on exposure.
Chapter completed!