Using cinnabar pigment to fake blood plasma, you are amazing! Don’t you think the color is too bright?
Jiang Yanxu took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his face clean, and placed his hands on his knees, not feeling guilty at all. "What are you talking about, monk? Isn't it very common to use cinnabar when drawing talismans? I must have been careless just now..."
"Okay."
He Ruixue was too lazy to listen to his clumsy and insincere sophistry, so she simply used a good luck card on him as a reward for the concealment charm he had drawn for her before.
Feeling the wonderful feeling of good fortune, Jiang Yanxu waved his hands in the air a few times, as if trying to grasp something.
Then, he pulled out a token, rosary beads, and Bagua mirror from his sleeve... and they rolled across half the table with a clanging sound.
While He Ruixue was looking at his sleeves inside out to study how much they could hold, Jiang Yanxu sat upright, reciting incantations as if no one was around, and using his free hand to draw runes, sealing this luck in each magic weapon.
If you want to use it later, you can unblock it. Each piece will last for two months. If you save these on the table, they can last for two years.
Seize the opportunity when the luck dissipates and let the golden light sink into the last magic weapon.
He took a deep breath, pulled his sleeve out of He Ruixue's hand, and took out his three-piece set of talisman drawing tools from the cabinet. Then he put the rosary-shaped magic tool on his hand and drew talismans while chanting the incantation.
After a while, the unlucky talisman came out freshly. Its surface was gray and vaguely surrounded by an ominous black mist. It was obvious at first glance that it was not a good thing.
"Take it away quickly."
Jiang Yanxu also thought this thing was unlucky. Touching the cracked rosary beads, he felt distressed. "It should have lasted two months, but now it can barely last half a month. Forget it, the wool comes from the sheep anyway..."
After taking the talisman paper, He Ruixue pretended to put it in her pocket, but actually stored it in the system space.
His team has added another general, a rare talent, and he couldn't help but reveal a pure smile.
In Jiang Yanxu's eyes, this man looked lively and smiling, which seemed a bit innocent.
It seemed as if at this moment she was a real girl of seventeen or eighteen, rather than the habitual criminal who had just pinched his vital points and forced him to compromise step by step.
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