The Lucky Charm Has Six Big Boss Brothers

Rumor has it the Lu family picked up an unknown little girl and raised her like a precious princess.

She wears new clothes and eats chicken legs every day.

Everyone laughs at the Lu fam...

Chapter 178 My head may be cut off, but my hairstyle must not be messed up.

A sudden thought struck An Wan, who looked up at the cat with a shocked expression.

Left hand? Right hand?

I can't tell the difference.

When she touched Niu Niu's head last time, did she use her right hand or her left hand?

Unable to recall at once, An Wan rubbed her forehead and tried desperately to remember.

The scene from that night flashed through my mind: a dim light emanating from the entrance to Niu Ahong's courtyard under the pitch-black night sky.

An Wan waved goodbye to Niu Niu. He sadly grabbed her hand, and to comfort him, she raised her hand and patted his round head three times.

Because of her position, she couldn't use her right hand, so she used her left.

Could it be a problem with my left hand?

"I think I used my left hand to pat Niu Niu's head three times. Could it be?"

An Wan looked at her left hand, then hesitated.

"Left hand! It must be the left hand!" The cat stroked its chin, striking a pose like Sherlock Holmes.

"Which hand did you use to touch Grandpa He last time? It was your right hand, right? That's why you didn't succeed."

"Me?" An Wan looked at her small hands and tried to recall the time she had touched Grandpa He's head these past two days.

But there were too many things to think about, so she couldn't figure it all out at once.

Seeing her like this, the cat became extremely anxious. "Have you figured it out? It must be your left hand. Go and try it."

After saying that, he kicked An Wan out of the space.

"I remember—"

But then she remembered, and ended up getting kicked in the butt for no reason.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the white mosquito net. She quickly jumped out of bed, put on her slippers, and rushed out of the room.

Just then, Yunping ran into him and shouted, "Mom, I'm going to go play with Grandpa He!"

Let's try it on Grandpa He first.

Lu Sen is quite important.

At worst, we can treat Grandpa He even better in the future.

"Wanwan, what's wrong?" Lu Chunhe had just walked into the living room with his schoolbag and luggage bag when he saw her rush out of the house like a rocket.

With her mind focused solely on deciphering the black fog, An Wan didn't hear his voice at all. She had already dashed out of the yard and headed straight for Grandpa He's retirement home.

"Grandpa He—Grandpa He—"

She called out a few times along the way and rushed into his house, where she saw him sitting in a grand chair under the eaves, squinting and pretending to be asleep.

"Hmm? Wanwan? What brings you here?" Upon hearing her voice, Grandpa He sat up from his chair with a delighted smile on his face.

He was so bored just now that he wanted to go find her to play, but she was taking a nap, so he couldn't very well disturb her.

"Grandpa He, I've come to play with you." An Wan smiled sweetly and walked to his side.

Her eyes were fixed on his head, which now had only half its hair remaining.

And that dark, intimidating black fog.

“Okay! Grandpa wants to play with you too. Let’s go for a walk by the river later. Your brother and the others said there are lots of fish and shrimp there. Let’s go fishing.”

Grandpa He was all smiles. The thought of going fishing made him happy; no man could resist the joy of fishing.

"Mmm, I went fishing with Grandpa He. I'm really good at it!" An Wan thought of an excuse to pat his head a few times, her big, round eyes darting around.

A flash of inspiration—

Haha! I've got it!

"Grandpa He, your hair is all messed up from sleeping. Let me fix it for you. Hairstyle is very, very important. As the saying goes, you can lose your head, but you can't mess up your hairstyle."

"Good, good, good. Wanwan is such a good girl, much better than your brother Sichen. He's just a stinky bad boy."

Grandpa He stroked his long white beard and smiled broadly.

"Who taught you to say that? Was it He Sichen? That brat! I'll teach him a lesson later."

"Hehehe." An Wan pretended to be stupid, carefully placed her left hand on Grandpa He's head, pretended to comb his hair, and took the opportunity to pat his head three times.

He silently prayed: May the black mist dissipate and may Grandpa live to be a hundred years old.

We must succeed!

May God protect us.

1——

2——

3——

Staring at the unchanged black mist, An Wan lost hope after a few seconds.

Is this method not going to work?

It's neither the left hand nor the right hand.

So what exactly is the solution?

An Wan let out a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and her eyes lost their luster.

"What's wrong? Wanwan, are you tired? Come here, Grandpa will hold you." Seeing her drooping little head, he thought she was tired from standing.

This broke Old Master He's heart.

Just as he reached out to hug her, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and dizziness washed over him. "Ouch—"

"Ah? Grandpa He, you—"

Hearing the noise, An Wan looked up and saw him lying on the recliner, looking uncomfortable.

What surprised her most was that the black mist above his head was changing, sometimes large and sometimes small.

The black mist suddenly began to shrink again, compressing into a black sphere.

The next second, it exploded with a bang.

The black mist dissipated and slowly disappeared.

Gazing at the shocking scene before her, An Wan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

"Is this what it means to dispel the black fog? It worked?" Niu Niu had experienced something similar that night and only fainted for half an hour.

Looking down at his left hand, he could see the black mist of death, and he could even dispel it with his left hand?

The ability that God bestowed upon her?

"Grandpa He," An Wan called softly, seeing that he was sleeping soundly and peacefully, so she figured he was probably not in any danger.

But still feeling uneasy, she checked his pulse to make sure he was alright.

To make up for her guilt, she took out some spiritual spring water from her spatial storage, pried open Old Master He's mouth, and slowly poured it in.

Consider it compensation!

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