The place where there should have been a name was almost dug out, and the marks of being scratched by the nails can be seen.

"The fragrance is here, just take three."

Xiaohua took out a half-wire incense from the drawer under the altar, and then picked and found a few that could barely be used.

"It's just for the second row, and nothing else needs to be taken care of."

Xiaohua stood on tiptoe and handed the incense of silk to Wang Jin for him to check it carefully.

Wang Jin took it in his hand and twisted it, and found that it was a normal thread incense.

But it's better to be inferior, and it's not the same level as Shi Baibai usually invites a fairy family to dinner.

Wang Jin hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Hu Xiaobei who was on guard at the door, and asked with his eyes.

The fox has been flying in the sky to investigate the situation before, and can see more or less clearly how the villagers do it.

"Xiaohua is right...but that's for the villagers."

"We foreigners may not be sure."

Hu Xiaobei looked at the situation at the door, then posted a portrait on the wooden door, and then ran to Wang Jin.

She knows very well.

What you have to do next is dangerous, but you have to do it.

This is why, large-scale bizarre talks require the tutor to investigate first to create conditions for the suppression department.

A person explores the rules of strange talk and creates the greatest value with the smallest sacrifice.

This is their job.

"call…"

Wang Jin took a deep breath and his eyes floated to the little flowers from time to time.

It is obviously the most suitable to hand over this dangerous thing to Xiaohua.

It’s not that Wang Jin is afraid of death, but because he and Hu Xiaobei both have combat effectiveness.

Even if something happens to Xiaohua, she can be rescued as soon as possible.

If something happened to Wang Jin... Hu Xiaobei would have to save people while taking care of Xiaohua, obviously he would be in a hurry.

"I'll do it!"

Before Wang Jin could speak, Xiaohua volunteered to snatch the silk incense and lifted the lighter.

"What a good kid."

Wang Jin nodded with relief.

He hopes that the ordinary people he meets during the mission will have this kind of dedication.

Unfortunately, a good child like Xiaohua is really rare.

"Silly..."

"Um?"

Wang Jin, who was watching Xiaohua ignite the lighter, was stunned and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.

"Will your conscience hurt if you do this?"

The latter looked serious.

Hu Xiaobei does not like the human group, and at most he guarantees that they will not die in front of him.

So she didn't object to this kind of thing, and even thought Wang Jin did a pretty good job.

But in the final analysis... this thing is absolutely unreasonable from a moral point of view, right?

Xiaohua is still a single-digit child.

"I went out without a conscience."

Wang Jin was talking casually, but his eyes were fixed on the incense of silk in Xiaohua's hand.

"In addition, you can also understand that I have absolute confidence."

"I know that I can definitely guarantee Xiaohua's survival, so I can feel at ease to let her test."

“I’m very good at fighting death.”

Wang Jin spoke slowly, as if explaining to Hu Xiaobei, or as if he was talking to himself.

"call!"

Xiaohua bulged her cheeks and blew the incense of thread in her hand hard.

Those three incense sticks were bargains, but because of the continuous rain, it became wet, and it took a lot of effort to ignite it.

"call!"

The little flowers blew again, and the fragrance of thread lit up three red dots, and wisps of white smoke slowly rose in the mist.

“Good.”

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and praised him.

The incense of thread is lit.

"well…"

A sigh sounded again in the air.

No, this time it can't be said to be a sigh.

It's more like wailing and roaring.

"Those things are opening their mouths again!"

Hu Xiaobei covered the ears above his head, and it seemed that he didn't feel good.

"Look at it carefully, I want to know what they are talking about."

Wang Jin responded and waved the nail sword on his hand.

Xiaohua was stepping on the small stool in front of her and trying hard to insert the incense into the incense burner in front of the second row.

"Silly...it's too loud!"

The girl's depressing voice rang out.

Actually, she doesn't need to listen to this time.

Even Wang Jin, who was fully inspired, could vaguely identify what those things were saying.

They said...

"traitor!"

"Get out!"

"Die! Die for me!"

A strong anger surged into the sky, as if it was about to overturn people.

Something whizzed out of the tablet and wanted to do something to Xiaohua.

But when he touched the inhibitors on her, he let out an angry roar, turned his head and entered the tablet again.

"Wang Jin, I'm so cold."

Xiaohua opened her mouth and shouted.

She is just a child and her inspiration is not too strong.

So she couldn't hear the roars, nor could she feel the things she was attacking herself.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab the tablets.

Bang!

Wang Jin held a single spiritual position.

He watched something come out of it and shrank back.

"I said it will make your mood worse."

The young man grinned and smiled.

It was obviously a very gentle smile, but because of the faint phantom of the evil dragon behind it, it became extremely cold, like the wind blowing in the cold winter month.

Gaba.

Contact is established and suppression is formed.

With almost no effort, Wang Jin broke the most fun tablet.

"Next?"
To be continued...