Chapter 6 In the eyes of the patriarch, am I just a tool?



[Poison°: @Beautiful lady, come to my bowl, I'm a femme fatale, have you heard of me?]

Cocoa didn't eat the cute treat and seemed a little nervous, so she didn't say anything for a long time.

Wan Jiao stared at her for a while, then went straight to the point: "Miss, what you're worried about won't happen."

Coco, who doesn't eat Cornetto, heard Wan Jiao say this and her eyes lit up with hope. [Host...no, Master, do you know what I'm worried about?]

Wan Jiao nodded, "Your temples are prominent, without any scars, moles, or broken skin. Your parents will surely enjoy good health throughout their lives."

"But my dad has been missing for 38 hours, and my mom and I are very worried about him," Coco said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Master, you are all-powerful. Since you can predict what I'm worried about, you can definitely help me find my dad, right?"

“Of course, they are all heroes.” After Wan Jiao finished speaking, she did some calculations on her fingers, and then added, “Contact your father’s colleague and dig down 13 meters from the original inpatient building of Lanshan County People’s Hospital.”

Upon hearing this, Coco, who didn't eat Cornetto, beamed with joy. "Master, is my father...is he there?"

Wan Jiao nodded: "The injured trapped by the aftershocks are all there."

[Holy crap, an injured person trapped by aftershocks? So Miss Cute's dad is a police officer involved in earthquake relief???]

[Lanshan County... Could it be the county where the 8.4 magnitude earthquake struck S City the day before yesterday?]

[So many professionals couldn't find the trapped wounded, how could the anchor find them? I don't believe it.]

【Believe it or not】

Coco didn't eat cute things. Shortly after she finished the phone call, the relevant news account in S City announced on Weibo that the trapped wounded had been found. It was exactly the same as what Wan Jiao had said, and they said that everyone could be rescued in three hours at most.

The chat in the live stream suddenly changed, with all the comments expressing gratitude to Wan Jiao.

[Earthquake Relief, United We Stand: I'm from Lanshan County, S City. The 8.4 magnitude earthquake that struck the morning before yesterday caused many police officers and injured people to go missing due to aftershocks. They couldn't be found anywhere, but they were just found. Thank you, anchor!]

[Happy Life: My sister was trapped for a long time, and she might not have survived without the streamer. I am extremely grateful.]

[A happy family: Master Wan, you are the living Guanyin Bodhisattva, thank you for saving my son's life]

[...]

Amidst the barrage of comments, Wan Jiao could feel herself enveloped in the power of merit, which felt incredibly comfortable.

She smiled faintly, "As a citizen of Shengguo, it is my duty to help my compatriots overcome difficulties within my capacity. That's all for today's live broadcast. See you tomorrow."

After closing the live stream, Wan Jiao quickly sat down to meditate and comfortably absorbed a wave of merit power before finding a suitable spot to take out the ancestral master's tablet and the relic that her master had turned into after his death from her canvas bag.

The ancestral master's tablet is in front, and the relics are behind.

Then she took out an incense burner and three high-quality incense sticks, held them between her fingers, and lit them with spiritual energy.

"Ancestor, Master, your disciple has successfully married Ye Jin."

As she spoke, she placed the lit incense sticks into the incense burner.

The three incense sticks were visibly extinguished.

Wan Jiao twitched her lips: "Ancestor, the successor of Sheng Nanshan Temple, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten."

The three incense sticks lit themselves, and two of them went out.

Wan Jiao patiently coaxed the patriarch like a child, "Ye Jin has gone to the battlefield and won't be back for the time being. Don't worry, when he comes back, I will definitely conceive an heir right away."

With Wan Jiao's assurance, the three incense sticks finally burned normally.

"..." Wan Jiao: So, in the eyes of the patriarch, I was just a tool for producing an heir? ???

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