Evil Spiritist

"Knock, kowtow", Si Lang, who was watching Xiong Mao analyze the value of a drop of dragon's blood, heard a quick knock on the door.

The fifth child was tossing the weeds he had planted on the terrace, and the second child was intoxicated in the wonderful study of Dalong's genes and couldn't extricate himself. The two of them had no time to pay attention to who was scratching the door outside.

At this time, there was only Si Lang, an idler with nothing to do, in the family.

"Who is it?" Si Lang asked in a dignified manner, first he ran to the kitchen that had just been opened this morning, pulled out a small bench, moved it joltingly to the front of the door, put it down, and stood up while holding the doorknob.

This is the pain of not being tall enough, and you have to use external force to aim at a cat's eye.

Outside

Tired as a dead dog, Long Chensi, who was panting heavily on the pile of vegetables, sensitively sensed the breath of a wolf.

"Open the door, bastard."

He didn't believe that Si Lang's nose, which was more effective than a dog, didn't smell who was outside.This kid definitely dawdled and refused to open the door on purpose!

"Xiaolong... Yan...you..." Si Lang almost fell off the small bench.

I really don't blame him for this matter, he meowed along the cat's eyes, his attention was all attracted by the huge pile of vegetables.

By the way, this is—did Dad take Xiaolong and Yan to rob the market?

Then why don't you grab some more valuable things and come back!

Half an hour later, with the unremitting efforts of the family of six, the giant vegetable pile was successfully transferred from outside the door to home.

Situ Tian, ​​Xiong Mao, and even Slater, who rarely stopped observing the growth of herbs and came to help, were completely shocked by Situ Tian's crazy grocery shopping skills.

"This, this is..."

"These are the vegetables you bought?"

"Is it enough for us for a month?"

"Won't the food go bad?"

"Dad, have you won 600 million yet?" It was still stimulated by something.

Xiong Mao adjusted his glasses, and said the unknown truth in one word, "Someone helped you carry it back."

"Nonsense." The first thing Long Chensi did when he entered the room was to rush towards the sofa in the living room with all his strength, and he collapsed on it for a second.

Following the man's bloodbath in the market all the way, he has gone from shock to numbness.Now he is as tired as a dog, he just wants to lie still, as if he would feel tired even if he was panting.

"Father..." Si Lang blinked his big watery eyes, and asked expectantly, "Why did you buy so many dishes and the prices were greatly reduced?"

"Well, it's about the same." Situ Tian didn't talk too much to his sons, he just took off his coat that was stained with some dirt, picked up a big bag of vegetables and went into the kitchen, "Go and play first, Dad. You cook."

After speaking, the kitchen door was closed, isolating all questions and inquiries.

Situ Tian's words began.

But the topic outside the kitchen didn't end with this, instead it aroused the curiosity of a few buns, especially Si Lang.

He couldn't pry out what Long Chensi had in his mouth, but he could definitely get the answer he wanted from the boss.

"Yan, what's going on?"

"He took us to buy groceries." The boss kept talking less than usual.

Cough... Yan, are you sure he didn't take you to grab food.

Si Lang squeezed his ass onto the small sofa, rubbed against Long Chensi's soft calf, and pinched the soft meat roll on his belly, but bullied the sore Long Xiaoer vigorously, and then asked, "Where did he get so much money to buy vegetables? These probably cost more than 30 silver coins."

"He only spent less than ten silver coins."

"Ha, how is it possible?"

The boss's paralyzed expression loosened a bit, and after a moment of confusion, he said, "He. Hue."

The second brother immediately understood, "Selling your hue?"

The boss nodded, it was the first time he saw a man exuding the brilliance of a beauty so deliberately.

The bright smile, the rational to cold eyes, blend together with a strong sense of discord, but it is very easy to capture people's hearts and lead to sinking.

A man's temperament should not be like this.

Both Si Lang and Xiong Mao looked at the kitchen door with complicated expressions, as if they could know the real reason why the man did this as long as their eyes penetrated the door.

All these suspicions, speculations, and the busy men in the kitchen knew nothing about it.

Spiritualist - is an ancient profession that has long been forgotten by modern people. They are more mysterious than ordinary people and less free.

There are many things that a spiritual master cannot do as he pleases.

Many sighs and shouts from the bottom of my heart, the spiritual master couldn't say it out of his own mouth.

It would be a good thing if the success of Ling Ling is all good, but for many low-level Ling Ling masters, even an unintentional word is very likely to cause great harm to themselves or even others.

This is the sorrow of the spiritual master.

What exactly is the language?

In fact, it is communication, which affects the environment through communication, while the Absolute Word Spirit is a wish, and the wish is transformed into reality through the spoken language.

As far as a spiritual master is concerned, he is the one who uses the spirit of speech to achieve his own goals.

To give the most typical example:

The word spirit master uses his words to say to you, "You give me all the money."

After the ability is successfully activated.

You just took out your wallet and handed it to him without any resistance.

Of course, this ability also varies from person to person, and the degree of control of each spiritual master's ability will be different.

You must know that the success of Ling Ling is not unconditional.

Perhaps the stronger the ability, the greater the backlash you will suffer, and this will continue to change with the growth of spiritual power and the size of spiritual events.

Therefore, spiritual masters are not talking nonsense without constraints. The pressure they bear is far more painful and contradictory than people imagine.

Because of the power of spirituality in their hearts, when the spirituality is successful, most spiritualists will suffer a certain amount of pain or an equivalent loss.

Maybe it's just the loss of important finances, maybe something is broken.

The higher the level of the spirit of speech, the greater the difficulty, and the stronger the effect of backlash, and the more dangerous it is for the spirit of speech.

To put it bluntly, while they let the other party suffer misfortune and punishment, they will definitely not feel better about themselves.

But Situ Tian is not a spiritualist with such traditional abilities.

Because his words were successful, there was no backlash effect.

Sounds awesome, doesn't it?But in fact, such ability is not beautiful at all.

There is no backlash, but there are restrictions.

Before he could use his ability, he had to speak to Ling himself ten times.

After successfully convincing all of oneself, there is such a small chance of convincing others.

In addition, his success rate of praying for himself and his family is 0000000001%. Situ Yu, the second child who is very talented in mathematics, once took the initiative to calculate for him.

What is Yanling himself ten times?

Just like now, he is using his ability to speak to cook for his sons.

A meal is counted as a "speaking spirit", the heart must be sincere, the attitude must be true, there should be no perfunctory during the washing and cooking, and you can't think about things other than cooking, otherwise it will make the already high probability of breaking the table. The words are completely ineffective, and the success falls short.

It was really not easy for him to speak spiritually once.

Make ten meals, not ten courses!

First of all, this is physical labor, but apart from cooking and talking, he has never explored other ways since he was a child!

At the age of 14, he has to go out to work to support his family. How can he let the shop owner accept him as a child laborer?

Lingling.

Let's cook before speaking!Cooking and ruining a dish proves that your heart is not sincere enough, and you have to start all over again...

"Brother, do we have to eat it all?" At that time, the two younger brothers ate sweet potatoes and potatoes, and their eyes were full of eyes.

Now, it's the buns' turn to say this sentence.

The first meal was well done, the Dongpo elbow looked fragrant and fat, the sweet and sour pork ribs were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the spicy fried small octopus, the multicolored eggplant sticks... look at the cold dishes with excellent knife skills Platters, homemade fruit salad!

There are vegetables, meat, and river delicacies. They are so beautiful and fragrant that you can't look directly at them.

Long Chensi and Si Lang were deeply shocked by Papa's craftsmanship on the spot. In the past, we were too blind to recognize the master chef in vest.

Papa, we will definitely hang out with you from now on!

Good father and son, forever!

Even Xiong Mao and Slater, who had seen some big scenes, were also quite shocked. What happened to the lifelike carvings on the side of the plate?

Is this edible?

This color...is the cucumber peeled off and served with radish flowers!

What a big eagle with its wings spread.

"Can we start?"

A table of dishes with perfect visual and aroma, successfully aroused the gluttons in the stomachs of the whole family's steamed stuffed buns.

"Well, eat it."

"Wow, Dad, you are the best!"

"Dad, I love you so much~~"

At this time, you must hug your thighs, and you can't be stingy to call them stinky.

If we had known that men have such uncanny craftsmanship, we would have gone to the Shenma Hotel to wrestle.

The little greedy cats pounced on the table, and the always steady boss even trembled a little with his right hand when he was holding the crystal shrimp dumplings.

How long has it been since you ate this?

Anyway, anyway, thank you...

Xiong Mao took a fancy to a plate of mixed mushrooms and mushrooms, and the fifth child liked the cabbage skewers.

The meatballs are made of plain stuffing, made of white radish and carrot shreds, nourishing the brain and nourishing, just this taste...there is no shocking visual effect.

Soon, the little buns all discovered this problem.

What looks like the most delicious delicate dish in the whole continent tastes mediocre?Of course...it's not unpalatable, but the taste definitely doesn't match their good looks.

However, some QAQs are good enough to eat. Are you still picky?

A table full of food was quickly wiped out, even the fruit salad was not spared.

Although I have eaten and drank enough, and my bad impression of men has changed a lot, I still have to complain. The fish did not look delicious at all, and the soup was so bland.

Xiong Mao pushed his glasses, "What about others?"

Long Chensi burped and stretched, "It seems to have entered the kitchen."

"Oh."

No one thought much about this sentence.

But when the man brought out the dishes again, the buns couldn't hold it anymore.

"Dad, these..."

"Oh, you can eat it if you want." Situ Tian said lightly, and he was talking about the Stove Lord devoutly in his heart.

"Wow, long live Dad." This is the highest level of foodie, the stomach is full and the eyes are hungry, so you can continue to eat.

Four hours later—

"Dad, dad, this, these..."

"Oh, eat as much as you want."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." It's too scary!Don't eat anymore QAQ...

Postscript Small Theater——

When the full text came to an end, after Situ Tian's ability finally evolved, he began to plot against his own man.

Situ Tian: Today I am on the top

Slater was silent, overwhelmed.

Situ Tian secretly hated QAQ: Labor and management must counterattack!

So, Situ Tian began to say that Ling himself was "attacked" and took the initiative to seduce Slater nine times. He was so tender and tender, and turned into a puddle of spring water on his own initiative.

Finally, I "bear the burden of humiliation" and persisted until the tenth time came.

When he was about to reach the last step, Slater suddenly stopped: I am a little tired tonight, let me help you with my hands.

Situ Tian: No, no, it must be interposed! (Why don't you be so proactive.)

Slater: Oh, let me get a cucumber.

Situ Tian: ...

The youngest outside the door looked at the sky: How many times is this this year?

Speaking of being interrupted for the tenth time, the routine has fallen short, Baba, it has been so many years, but Zhensu has not made any progress!