The Witch

Ji Lang drove the car and saw Wu Miaomiao's face tangled from the time he got in the car, and the doll in his hand was squeezed out of shape by it. But Wawa is a good-tempered person, and her facial features are all squeezed in one place, so she doesn't struggle a bit.

I didn't know that the doll was conscious before, but now that he knew that the cursed doll had its own consciousness, Ji Lang couldn't stand it anymore.

"The baby is going to be caught by you." Ji Lang reminded aloud.

Wu Miaomiao let out a cry, looked down at the doll, and calmly said: "It's okay, I'll change you a new dress when I look back."

"Hahaha..." The cursed doll laughed happily, obviously looking forward to having new clothes to wear.

"..." Ji Lang.

Sure enough, you shouldn't be nosy.

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Lang asked with a constipation expression from the time he got in the car.

"I want to go to the bathroom, ah no... I think the elementary school student just now seems to be Dongdong's cousin." Wu Miao said.

"You said he asked you for help, why?"

"I don't know, when I heard that he was a member of the association, I ignored him." Wu Miao said, "but he knows that I am a wizard, it is very rare."

"Are your wizards very rare?" Ji Lang asked.

"Yes, the practice of our family is unique and it is difficult to pass on. Usually, one can only accept one apprentice. Sometimes I don’t accept the right one, so there are fewer and fewer people. My master met me. By the time I was over a hundred years old, it’s not easy.” Wu Miao said, “I’m probably the last wizard in the world, so there are not many people who can recognize me. If he is not from the Metaphysics Association, Even if he can recognize me as a wizard, I don’t mind helping him, it’s a pity."

Ji Lang glanced at her, mouth raised slightly, and continued to drive.

"So you struggled for so long just now, are you hesitating to help him?" Ji Lang asked.

"It's definitely not helpful to help, that is, he seems to be Dongdong's cousin, I don't hate Dongdong." Wu Miaomiao tangled, "Oh, I knew I wouldn't eat so many things before."

It's really soft and short.

"Dong Yongyuan is my assistant. He is pleased to please you, in fact, he is pleased me. You can imagine that I fed you those things." Ji Lang said.

"Then he is pleased to please you, isn't he also pleased me." Wu Miaomiao said without thinking.

Ji Lang was startled slightly. After a while, the smile on the corners of his mouth could not help but thicken: "Even though Dong Yongyuan is a mother-in-law, he still does things with a sense of measure. If it is difficult, he won't ask you for help. If you must help, he will also give you a suitable reason. You will consider it at that time. If you find it acceptable, you can help if you want."

Ji Lang heard it, Wu Miaomiao was a little happy that the young boy could recognize her as a wizard at a glance, but because of her relationship with the Metaphysical Association, she wanted to share the same hatred with her.

"But that kid belongs to the Metaphysics Association." Wu Miaomiao said entangled.

"Then you charge more money." Ji Lang said.

"Don't you hate people from the Metaphysics Association?" Wu Miaomiao asked.

"You don't have to limit yourself just because I hate someone. I hate many people." Ji Lang said, "I used to hate all the people in the world. Can you not come into contact with any of them."

"That's fine, I'll listen to you." Wu Miaomiao didn't worry immediately, and took out his phone and started looking for food.

Dongyongyuan's house.

Dong Yongyuan and his cousin Sang Wenhao sat on the sofa in the living room, and he asked carefully: "Tell me first, what's going on."

"Two days ago, the president of the Haishi Association and my dad made a video saying that a strange monk appeared in Haishi, holding a doll, and cursing. I happened to see a similar record in a book." Sang Wenhao explained, "There is a witch clan in the legend who uses witchcraft well. Their people use ragdolls as their magical tools. Among them, there is a curse in witchcraft. I guess this cultivator might It's a wizard."

Dong Yongyuan knew the identity of Wu Miaomiao, but he had never heard of the sect of sorcerers. In addition, to avoid suspicion, he never actively explored Wu Miaomiao's identity and spells. He was originally the undercover agent of the association, and his boss had done his best to let him continue to work, so he paid great attention to his actions.

"You mean, a wizard can cure the aunt?" Dong Yongyuan asked.

"Yeah." Sang Wenhao nodded heavily, "The Witch Clan’s cultivation method is very special. The general practice method is to cultivate spiritual power and then purify the evil spirits in the world, but the Witch Clan is different, they are good at it. Conversion."

"Transformation?" Dong Yongyuan couldn't help thinking about the method of making Good Dream Dolls that Wu Miaomiao said during the day. Wasn't Good Dream Doll's dreams transformed with negative energy?

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that the wizards have a secret technique that can replace anything except life and death." Sang Wenhao said.

Dong Yongyuan knew that his cousin was a genius. Not only was he excellent in cultivation aptitude, he was full of aura at a young age, and he also had the ability to remember. After he knew his mother's physical condition, he began to find a solution constantly, and for this he went through all the books in the association. If he said that wizards had such a secret technique, there should be no falsehood.

"Is this kind of secret technique costly?" Although Dong Yongyuan is a metaphysical waste material, he still knows what he should know. Everything that has a cause has an effect, and if you want to cure the aunt, you must pay a corresponding price. If the price is particularly high, he can't forcefully ask the proprietress to help, not to mention the proprietress herself doesn't like the people of the association.

"No matter what the cost, I will save my mother." Sang Wenhao said firmly.

"I'm not saying you, I'm a wizard, you should pay the price if you want to save the aunt. But we ask the lady boss for help. If the price is too high, I can't speak." Dong Yongyuan became embarrassed.

Sang Wenhao's mother is his aunt, and he naturally hopes that the aunt can be cured, but he also knows himself and doesn't have that much face.

"No, it is recorded in the book that wizards rely on this secret technique to make money. When they use the secret technique, they only consume magic power without paying a price. The magic power of the wizard is the same as our spiritual power. Cultivation will be restored soon." Sang Wenhao turned to this book a few years ago, but the book said that the Wu clan had long been cut off, and he was sad for a long time.

He even thought about restoring this secret technique by himself, but the inheritance of the witch clan was really too few. Apart from some of the stories recorded in the book, he could hardly find any practice techniques about witchcraft.

Dong Yongyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "That's OK, I will help you ask when I go to work tomorrow. If it is really like you said, I will help you beg the boss."

"Yeah." Sang Wenhao nodded excitedly.

Early the next morning.

Dong Yongyuan got up early and bought a crab yellow bag in advance to wait for Wu Miaomiao in the studio. But because it was too nervous, the time was not good, and it was too early. If you really waited for Wu Miaomiao to get stuck in the studio, the crab yellow bag would have been cold.

Dong Yongyuan had no choice but to bargain the other three in the studio.

"Tongzi, what's the matter with you today? Yesterday, I was not quite happy, but suddenly I became extremely happy and sad." Bei Fan asked, eating the crab buns.

"Googling, can you say something nice. He ate my things and cursed me." Dong Yongyuan said in a bad mood.

"For the sake of you asking us to eat buns, let's talk about it, I will give you an idea." Bei Fandao.

The other two also nodded in agreement.

"I just hope that the boss and the proprietress can be in a good mood today." Maybe when they are in a good mood, when they ask them, they readily agree.

"Oh~~"

Dong Yongyuan was thinking about it, and suddenly there was a vomiting sound in the studio.

"I said that you usually flatter, and now the boss and the wife are not there, can you not be so disgusting." Yi Guan's expression was unbearable.

"That's it, we don't grab the position of a flatterer with you. We earn wages by strength." Shan Junyi said.

"I'm pooh, return the steamed bun to me." Dongyong had a myocardial infarction.

How many people would listen, grabbed it and ate the last few buns.

"Express!" Suddenly, there was a shout at the door, and a courier came to the door.

Dong Yongyuan heard the sound and turned around and saw a courier boy in uniform standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Give it to me, I'll sign." Dong Yongyuan stretched out his hand for the courier slip.

"Sorry, this courier must be signed in person." The courier brother did not give him the courier.

Dong Yongyuan was startled, the studio's express delivery basically wrote his name, isn't it work mail?

"Who is the recipient, I'll call him for you." It's not from the studio, it should be one of the three inside.

"Wu Miaomiao." The courier brother glanced at the delivery slip.

"Madam boss? It will take a while for her to come. Can't I sign on behalf of me?" Dong Yongyuan was puzzled. I have to sign for any express delivery.

"Sorry, this is the university admission notice. We require it to be signed in person or by the unified school." The courier brother smiled, "Haicheng University, this is a prestigious university. It is not easy to get admitted, and you can't lose it Up."

What? ! ! !

"University admission notice?" Dong Yongyuan was startled, "Brother, you can't make a mistake."

He remembered that the boss did not fill in the application for college. The boss's face was blackened that day. I also sought help from the personnel of the company next door to act, but in the end I didn't earn the bonus, and I lost a seafood meal.

"No, look at this courier box, dedicated to Haicheng University. Our courier company will help the university send the admission notice at this time of the year." The courier brother showed the cover of the courier box to Dong Yongyuan.

Dong Yongyuan's eyes widened, and he stared at the courier list: the sender, Haicheng University. The recipient, Wu Miaomiao.

"Is the boss admitted to college?" Dong Yongyuan grabbed the courier brother by the shoulder, "Or Haicheng University?!"

The courier brother is experienced. Every year, he meets many parents who are happy because their children are admitted to college, let alone such prestigious schools. Congratulations were very calm at the moment.

"Hahaha..." Dong Yongyuan suddenly laughed like crazy, "Xiao Bei, Yi Guan, Ajun, you guys come out."

After hearing Dong Yongyuan's crazy laughter, the three Beifan walked out collectively.

"What's the matter?" several people asked strangely.

"Boss, I've been admitted to college!" Dong Yongyuan announced with excitement.

"Nest!"

"No!"

"Fifty thousand yuan bonus!"

The three rushed over and surrounded the courier brother: "The admission notice, show me quickly."

The courier brother did not notice for a while, and the courier box was snatched by them. I was panicking. Seeing that some of them were just holding the express box and looking through it, but no one opened it. I was relieved and went up and said, "Well, if Wu Miaomiao is not here, I will send it to another place first. , Come back later?"

"Wait for a while, she will be here in five minutes." Dong Yongyuan grabbed the people, "If this was in ancient times, if you came to your door to send a notice like you, then you have to give Xi Jin."

"Yes, yes, brother, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water." Bei Fan eagerly went to pour the water.

"Fruit? Banana, apple, watermelon, orange, which one to eat? Forget it, I will get you some." Yi Guan hurriedly ran away.

What Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang saw when they came to the studio was such a strange scene. The studio group of four was graciously surrounding a courier brother, and they didn't even notice when they came in.

"What are you doing?" Wu Miaomiao asked strangely.

The four of them froze, and then collectively turned their heads. The expressions on their faces changed from smiles to excitement, and they said in unison: "Boss, you are admitted to college!"

"..." Wu Miaomiao was speechless, so he thought it was something, didn't he just take a college entrance examination, why he was so excited.

At this time, the courier brother can be regarded as seeing the master, excitedly rushed out of a pile of tea, water, melon and fruit snacks, and ran straight to Wu Miaomiao: "Student Wu Miaomiao, you can count it, notice, please sign for it. a bit."

Wu Miaomiao let out a cry, took the notice and the courier slip, and signed her name with a few strokes.

"Congratulations." The courier said congratulations, and fled as if flying. In the five minutes in there just now, he ate an apple, two bananas, two oranges, and a large glass of water. The person named Bei Fan had to cut watermelon for him. The people in it were really magical. .

Wu Miaomiao opened the courier box and took out the notice inside. The notice was very beautiful, and it was a three-dimensional painting with exquisite workmanship. In recent years, various universities have engaged in creative enrollment, and the notices have their own characteristics. This is the first time Wu Miaomiao has met. She couldn't help but show the notice to Ji Lang: "Look, Xianggong, this notice is pretty good. good-looking."

Ji Lang looked at the notice in Wu Miaomiao's hand with a mysterious face, and asked after a long time, "How many scores did you score in the college entrance examination?"

"695." Wu Miao said silently.

"..." Ji Lang suddenly felt a little pain in his face. He said that he would go to bed in class, but the teacher didn't like it?

"It seems that there are still a lot of extra points for the competition. If the total score is 705," Wu Miao said.

No wonder Wu Miaomiao didn't look at the school's admission score when filling in his volunteers, but only looked at the geographical location, which university in China could not go to with this score? Fortunately, the nearest university here is Haicheng University. Is it next door to Xxiang Technical School, or a well-known chef training institution?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Ji Lang suddenly felt that his liver hurts.