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His eyes fell on the talisman paper in his hand.

Yan Zhixu's eyes narrowed, and the streamer light flickered, "Is this talisman bought from the shop called Xiuxian?"

"Hmmmm, I bought it at his house."

My cousin actually knew about that store. Is this a tacit understanding between siblings?

Nan Zelin nodded obediently, his eyes sparkling like the stars in summer.

Seeing that he was holding a chicken feather as an arrow, there was a hint of teasing in the bottom of his eyes, "This talisman paper is fake and has no effect."

The poor little cousin kept the fakes as treasures in the cabinet.

"..."

Nan Zelin lowered his head and looked at the talisman paper in his hand. After seeing the supernatural powers of his cousin, he had no doubts about what she said.

There was a glint of enamel-like dark light in his eyes, and he smashed the talisman into a ball and threw it towards the trash can beside him without saying a word.

Hua Liangzi had a smile on her brows and found an excuse to vent her frustration, "You can buy fakes when you buy anything, you're amazing."

Nan Zelin's eyes darkened, and he raised his head to look at her.

Sensing the breath on his body, Yan Zhixu casually threw the Taomu sword aside, pulled out the chair and sat down, with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Does it hurt?"

Otherwise, why is there so much nonsense.

When Hua Liangzi heard these vaguely threatening words, she shut her mouth aggrievedly, and was so angry that she didn't want to say a word.

It's not a family, and if you don't enter a family, there is no difference in the temperament of this short guard.

Nan Zelin stood beside Yan Zhixu, his sharp edges were put away, and he was as docile and docile as a little white rabbit that was lovable and lovable.

"Snapped--"

The brain was suddenly slapped.

He rubbed the place where he was beaten, and with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, handed his head up.

"Cousin, do you still want to fight? Keep fighting, it doesn't hurt at all."

Her voice was full of excitement, and Hua Liangzi's mouth twitched because of this look of begging and begging for abuse, and she really didn't see it.

Yan Zhixu pushed his head away, "Don't be sloppy, tell me what's going on."

This kid is still addicted to the fight, so cute and cheap.

Nan Zelin's eyes darkened slightly, ridicule and disgust flashed in his eyes, the anger around him deepened, and he thought of extremely annoying things.

He picked up the black child seat and sat down without concealing it at all.

"Two years ago, I went out with 'you' and was kidnapped by robbers."

"After a day of waiting for rescue, I found that I could see a soul in a person's body after I came out of that wilderness."

"It was at that time that I discovered something was wrong in my body. I was possessed, so I went to buy a talisman to prevent it from happening."

"When I got home, I saw you, but I found out that your body is not you, it's an ordinary-looking strange soul."

"Why can she enjoy everything that belongs to you and ruin your reputation?"

"It's just an orphan who came out of nowhere. How can he be my cousin?"

...

When it comes to the back, his expression has gradually become cold, and the hatred in the bottom of his eyes is full of hatred in the room.

Yan Zhixu put his hand on his head, rubbing his already messy hair in a mess.

His face was full of seriousness, "I'm back, this kind of thing will never happen again."

Nan Zelin put away the suffocating energy around him and stared at her with piercing eyes, "Well, my cousin is back."

They are not unrelated strangers, but relatives who are bound by blood and have deep feelings.