Quick Travel: The host only wants to make money

After watching it for a while, Ji Ling became as worried as Yang Xiaoran.

"Yang, what can we do?"

Yang Xiaoran's attitude was very firm, "Treat him, even if he tries to sell things by selling iron, he must be cured!"

Ji Ling also nodded, "Well, since I have money in my hand, I will definitely be able to cure Xiao Xiazi's illness."

Yang Xiaoran took a mouthful of rice and said, "When Lin Youyou comes over the weekend, let's discuss it together."

It doesn't matter. Xia Mian looked at the talismans she had drawn and nodded with satisfaction.

These talismans were tracking talismans. She was afraid that one would not be enough, so she simply drew several.

With these talismans, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to find your husband and son?

Xia Mian's fingers flew, and one of the talismans turned into a paper crane in her hand. Then, after Xia Mian activated it, she flapped her wings and flew out.

Then one paper crane flew out one after another.

After all the paper cranes went out, Xia Mian's tired fingers didn't want to move anymore.

In fact, it didn't matter whether she could find them or not. She wasn't worried about her son, she was just worried about Long Jinghong.

She was always a little worried about a guy who could help the whole family out on an errand.

This guy seems to have the aura of being able to mess up anything.

Xia Mian sighed helplessly. As soon as she left the room, she saw her good friends sitting upright on the sofa, staring at her without blinking.

Xia Mian stretched out her hand and waved, "What's wrong? Why didn't you go to work today? Is it the weekend?"

Lin Youyou hesitated, "Are you sure her brain is abnormal? Why do I feel like there is nothing abnormal?"

When Xia Mian heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched. She thought about how she had spent the past few days sitting in the room drawing talisman. Do Yang Xiaoran and Ji Ling think she was mentally ill?

Xia Mian walked over and sat down on the sofa, "I'm fine! I'm just obsessed with practicing Taoism recently!"

Ji Ling asked cautiously: "Why do you suddenly like this? Weren't you a firm materialist before?"

Yang Xiaoran also nodded, yes!

They are highly educated people. Who was in the ideological and political class before, standing on the table and arguing with the professor that the world is materialism?

Isn't it the person in front of me?

Said that she has been addicted to monasticism recently?

They wouldn't believe it even if they were killed!

Xia Mian looked at the doubtful looks in several people's eyes and could only say: "Didn't there be a car accident earlier and we were almost there? Now I am a little in awe of the gods and Buddhas in the world. If you believe in them, you will have them. If you don't, you will have none!"

Ji Ling was still dubious, "But if you believe this, you don't need to draw the talisman yourself, right?"

Xia Mian had no choice but to say: "I met an old Taoist priest under the overpass before. He wanted to sell me a talisman for fifty yuan. Isn't this a trick on me? I bought the talisman paper and came back to draw it myself. I saved money. I am Not very tactful.”

There was a moment of silence, worrying for nothing.

Xia Mian is still the same Xia Mian.

After all the talismans were sent out, no news about them was brought back.

Xia Mian couldn't sit still. It couldn't have been spread to other small worlds, right?

Or is it because my ability has declined and these talismans are of little use?

Xia Mian asked Yang Xiaoran if he had lost anything recently.

Yang Xiaoran thought for a while, "Yes! I can't find the dress I bought with one month's salary, but it looks so good. I feel so sad."

Xia Mian took out the talisman. Yang Xiaoran smiled after seeing it, "You don't want to use this talisman to help me, do you?"

Yang Xiaoran looked at the inconspicuous talisman in Xia Mian's hand, and felt that Xia Mian had really been obsessed with it recently, and was a little obsessed.

It's just a TV show, do you really think this talisman is so powerful?

And doesn’t Xia Mian just paint for fun on weekdays?

Then, her smile froze on her face.

what did she see?

Did the talisman fly by itself?

Yang Xiaoran's eyesight went dark and she was about to faint. Fortunately, Xia Mian had quick eyesight and quick hands. He helped her to the sofa and pinched her chin.

Yang Xiaoran pointed to the air, "Can you fly?"

Xia Mian nodded, a little troubled, "I wonder if I drew it wrong, I can't find anything even if I try to find it!"

Yang Xiaoran was shocked. She originally thought that Xia Mian was just playing around, and she was still laughing at her in her heart. She believed this.

Now, the talisman rose to the sky right in front of her eyes, shocking her on the spot.

She looked at Xia Mian in surprise. Could this be the Chosen One?

A car accident opened the Tianling Cap?

Pooh!Opened the spiritual platform?

Then the talisman flew back, and there was a dress hanging on it, which was exactly the one she lost before.

Xia Mian found it and threw the clothes directly on Yang Xiaoran, "I found it. It seems that I drew it correctly. I just don't know why I can't find the person. It seems that my cultivation is not enough. Alas! It seems that I want to pass It’s not realistic to find someone like this!”

"Let's post a missing person notice on the street another day!"

Xia Mian walked back as she spoke. Yang Xiaoran behind her was holding her lost skirt and looking at Xia Mian Del Bing as if she were looking at a god.

She followed Xia Mian in a hurry and looked at Xia Mian, "Mianmian, do you think this talisman is 50 yuan a piece, is it true?"

Xia Mian nodded, "Well, I think the Taoist priest sold it for this much, so it should be right!"

Yang Xiaoran's eyes lit up, he looked left and right, took out Xia Mian's pile of yellow paper, and stuffed the brush into Xia Mian's hand.

He muttered something like, "Hey! One picture is fifty, ten pictures are five hundred! If you draw dozens or hundreds of pictures in one day, won't you make a fortune?"

Xia Mian was a little dumbfounded, "You said I was sick before, but I won't draw anymore!"

Yang Xiaoran's face was serious, "Nonsense, when did I think you were sick? I was just worried that you were tired. Besides, I didn't know my best friend was so awesome! Any talisman I draw can fly! Just 50 yuan!" "

Xia Mian shook her head, "My talisman is better than those Taoist priests' fake talismans. Even if I sell one for two thousand, some people will buy it."

Yang Xiaoran almost knelt down, trembling while holding the talisman drawn by Xia Mian, for fear that she might tear it.

"Two thousand! More than half a month's salary!"

Yang Xiaoran looked at Xia Mian, her eyes shining with expectation, which made Xia Mian a little scared.

I always feel like this kid has a green light in his eyes!

"Do you think I have talent? I also want a talisman worth 2000 yuan!"

Xia Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Jian Yang Xiaoran couldn't be more serious, "Okay! I can teach you! It's just that we don't allow these feudal superstitious things here. You will be caught. I will just draw them for fun. If I go to the street I’m selling these in public, and I’m not going to get caught!”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoran wilted and said, "Sure enough, if you don't deceive me, anyone who makes money quickly will break the law."

She lay back helplessly, in the shape of a big Chinese character.