The correct way to wish for the Holy Grail of Conan

"Really? But tomorrow is the main event, so it's not a miss." Zhenshi smiled at Mao Lilan and sat in her seat.

"That's right." Mao Lilan nodded, enviously said: "It would be really great if I could be in the first row tomorrow."

Zhenshi's heart moved, and he smiled brightly at her: "Although the first row is not good, but the second row is fine~ The viewing effect is the same~"

"Really?! Masei, you are an angel!" Suzuki Sonoko, who had been listening to the corner with his ears up, looked over excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

"Hmm! Of course it's true." Shinse patted her chest to assure her. Suzuki Sonoko wanted to stand up from her seat and step over Mao Lilan to hold Zhense's hand, but she couldn't, she could only hold the groundhog in her heart scream.

OMG!

What is it called! ?Sleepy is coming, someone sent a pillow! ! !

She, Suzuki Sonoko, swears that Masei will be one of her best girlfriends from today on! ! !

In the end, everyone quietly watched Shiranui's last rehearsal together, and then reluctantly went home in their respective cars. Before parting, Zhenshi gave them the lucky stones they had made.

As a competent and good secretary, Shuweng has already sent a message to the driver of Zhen·Tool Man·Paper Doll. The car was ready the moment Zhen Shi stepped out of the gate of the hall.

"Miss, let's go." The bookman said with a proper professional smirk.

"Oh." Zhenshi avoided the bookman's sight and got into the car slowly, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

I don't know why, but why does she feel that Shuweng's eyes... are sharper than before?

Did she do something or was the little pigtail caught by the bookman?

Zhenshi fell into self-doubt, and didn't think about the fact that Toru Amuro had been exposed in front of the bookman, because even she didn't expect that the bookman would go to the main monitoring room of the guild hall, and happened to watch the whole process there and copied the video Go to Baifuli.

Shuweng pushed the non-prescription gold-rimmed glasses that he took out earlier, opened the passenger seat and sat in.

Until the drive back to Yinyangliao, all the way was peaceful, but Zhenshi always felt uneasy, his right eyelid twitched, as if something was about to happen.

"Master Zhenshi, today's itinerary is over, you should take a good rest next time, and I should report to Master Seimei." Shuweng called back the original address, Zhenshi nodded, stood on tiptoe and walked around in a circle, He hesitated and said, "Scholar, do you have something to tell me?"

"How could it be?" The bookman didn't change his face, "It's just a daily report to Mr. Qingming, it's none of your business."

That's right, including the following small report and the various subsequent discussion processes, it has nothing to do with the real world.

It is their business to teach others.

Thinking about it this way, Shuweng felt that his diary could be updated again. Thinking about it, he was still a little inexplicably excited?

"Oh, then I, go back to the room to catch up on the drama first?" Zhenshi shook his head and answered.

Shuweng smiled: "Of course."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the main hall without looking sideways.

In the last step, Zhenshi, who stood still in place, struggled for a few seconds, but his desire to continue watching TV dramas gained the upper hand. He put the bookman's problems behind him, and ran back to his bedroom with cheerful small steps.

"Master Zhenshi, you are back!" The mountain rabbit sitting on the head of the magic frog happily ran over riding the magic frog, a pair of pink eyes fluttering, "Master Zhenshi, the three-episode series every day who is the murderer is about to start. Already!"

"I know, that's why I came back deliberately." Zhenshi looked serious, as if he was about to do something important, "There are 3 minutes before we leave the broadcast, Shantu, go and ask everyone to come together!"

"Okay! Mr. Frog, let's go! The mountain rabbit sprints!" The mountain rabbit stretched out its little finger and pointed forward. The magic frog under her rolled its eyes and gave a "croak" at a speed that did not match its appearance. He ran out quickly, and soon notified the other friends to come and follow the drama together.

After a while, the carp spirit who had set himself a second skill bubble shield was surrounded by a layer of transparent water bubbles and floated over.

A few colorful butterflies flapped their beautiful wings and flew in. They found an open space in the real room and stagnated in mid-air. The next second, the light flashed. They held tambourines in their hands and wore butterfly wing pattern feathers. The little girls who weaved appeared on the ground, obediently surrounding the main hall of Zhenshi's room, the oversized TV set was kneeling on the ground, looking expectant.

Other shikigami also came here, and after a while, the spacious main hall was full of shikigami sitting around the large-screen TV.

Zhenshi turned on the TV and clicked on the playback page.

It looks like a child of about five or six years old. The little girl with black hair and blue eyes and bun face cautiously spread her orange feathers like bird wings, and next to him is another little boy with white hair and golden eyes who also has a bun face. Together they flew into the open space.

The little girl's ears are a pair of orange ear feathers, and the little boy's ears are blue ear feathers.Although they are wearing kimonos, their hands and birds look like birds, because they are Harpies, a virgin and a virgin, brother and sister.

"Master Zhenshi, are you about to start?" The virgin looked at Zhenshi shyly, her blue eyes were watery, like an innocent young deer in the forest, making people unable to bear malice.

Zhenshi nodded, looked at the TV screen on the advertisement page seriously, and said firmly: "Of course! This advertisement will start after this!"

"That's great!" The virgin cheered a little.

In the courtyard with the door wide open, the soil was planted, a green bamboo branch moved, then the bamboo leaves shook, then another bamboo leaf moved, and then the other bamboo leaves moved in turn Trembling, as if conveying some message.

In fact, they do send a message.

And the source that manipulates these bamboo leaves to transmit messages is the monster turned from bamboo——Wannian Bamboo Dry.

"Lord Qingming, Master Zhenshi has already started following the drama with others." Wannianzhu told Qingming that the bamboo leaves had returned to him.

Qingming picked up the teacup, and the tea stem in the teacup stood up, "Yes. So, book man, what do you want to tell me to avoid the real world?"

There was a smile on Shu Weng's handsome face, but that smile didn't have much warmth, but was more cold.

He took out a white talisman out of thin air, with a cold light in his eyes: "First, I want to show Master Qingming a video."

Sensing the malice emanating from Shuweng's body, Qingming paused, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What video?"

The scholar didn't say a word, he just activated the white talisman with his demon power, and in the next second, the white talisman projected the video in the hall in midair in the form of a projection.

Qingming's expression changed from raised eyebrows to frowns, his eyes from interest to coldness, and the last thing that flickered in his eyes was sullenness.

"Ah......"

The elegant onmyoji threw away his calmness, and a sneer twitched from the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be this kid."

—— Digression——

Dad knows!One hundred chapters spread flowers!