The saint looked at the clothes on her body, thought about it and walked to the bedroom one by one to look for clothes to wear. After a while, she finally found that she thought it was suitable to change it. Finally, she looked at the bun she was holding, and after a moment of pondering, she spread it and draped it. She took out a bottle of perfume and sprinkled some on her body.)

Then he sat in front of the dressing table and looked at himself covered in the mirror in a daze. Suddenly he remembered something, took out the talisman bag and opened it and took out the skeleton chain that his father gave her. His spiritual power began to penetrate. He frowned and tried many times, sighed depressedly: "I still don't feel that way!"

"Did that guy really move? Although he has the power of a God King, he cannot have such strong spiritual and mental power. My father said that he was not a Monk tribe, and he could not detect the abnormality of it even when he came to the God Emperor. He would only think it was a dead object!" The saint murmured to himself.

"And with strong spiritual and mental power, the affinity contained in it cannot be erased or destroyed. What's going on? But after hearing what he said, he should have touched the talisman bag. No, I have to ask him again!" The saint said in confusion.

"Uh, I forgot to tell my father that the treasure in this clan has happened. Maybe I can know why. It's getting late, so I'd better tell it tomorrow morning!" Then the saint sighed a little depressedly.

"Oh, there is a small wooden stick missing!" The saint put away the skeleton chain, then flipped the things inside the talisman bag, and suddenly said depressed.

The saint hurried out to search in the living room and didn't see it. He immediately said indignantly: "Hmph, it must be that guy took it away. No, I have to come back. It took a lot of money to get seven small wooden sticks!"

Jiang Fan returned to the room and lay in the bed, waiting for time boredly. He took out the small wooden stick from his arms and looked at it and couldn't help but smile. Haha, the saint isn't really a thing to comfort herself.

"Hey, this little wooden stick seems a bit unique. How can I make a strange jealous fragrance?" Jiang Fan played with and pinched the little wooden stick, and suddenly sniffed it with a nose and said in surprise. He didn't pay attention to it before in the Saint's room.

The maid pressed the saint's soles with a small wooden stick, and Jiang Fan couldn't get close to sniff it. After thinking about throwing the small wooden stick away, the extremely faint smell disappeared.

Jiang Fan held the small wooden stick in his hand again, and after careful feeling it, he smelled the extremely light smell. He was sure that it was the smell emitted by the small wooden stick. Is the material of the small wooden stick still special? Immediately, the Fengzhi Eye looked through and saw the texture arrangement inside.

Well, it's really unusual. It turns out that it's not made of whole wood, without texture, it should be made of dregs, and this process is a bit difficult! Jiang Fan was a little surprised.

Jiang Fan scraped it with his nails, but it did not reduce the debris at all. It was very hard and smooth. Jiang Fan changed his mind and thoughts to permeate and quickly noticed a very complex smell of medicine, and it also contained a trace of spiritual energy. He immediately understood that it was made of talisman grass.

Haha, what is the function of making this small wooden stick with the residue of the talisman grass? Is it like the physiotherapy massage in the human world, the functions and acupoints to promote blood circulation? Jiang Fan was thinking randomly and was very interested, but he also understood that it would not be used to comfort himself.

Unfortunately, Jiang Fan had not had time to study the method of alchemy. His previous medical skills mainly relied on talismans to cure diseases. He was not very clear about medicine, and he was also unfamiliar with the talisman grass in the Talisman God Realm, so he could not study what material the small wooden stick was made of.

After a while, Jiang Fan looked at the time almost done, and immediately put the little wooden stick in his arms and went straight to the back garden. It was quiet all the way, and it was already late at night.

As soon as Jiang Fan stepped into the back garden, he heard the slight music of ding dong dong. He was stunned. Then he thought of the mysterious beauty. Is the mysterious beauty coming? He hurriedly accelerated his pace and soon saw a woman sitting in the pavilion with her hair wearing a white gauze dress sitting upright in the white gauze dress and stroking the instrument.

Damn, it's really that mysterious beauty, she's here too! Jiang Fan was overjoyed, but then he frowned, uh, the shoulders are so spacious and thick, and the waist is so thick! Haven't you gained weight these days?

Suddenly, Jiang Fan's nose shook and smelled a faint familiar fragrance. Hey, isn't this the breath of that mysterious beauty? Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel suspicious and nervous.

"Hello, it's been a long time since I saw you. The night is late, the flowers are so full of flowers. What an elegant environment. Why do you just play musical instruments and not play a song?" Jiang Fan hurried forward and walked in a lot, coughed dryly and laughed a few times.

"It seems that it's only half an hour later. How can you say it all this time?" The woman with long hair in the tulle group turned around and smiled.

Damn, it's a saint! Jiang Fan was shocked and depressed when he saw it. He said a little dissatisfied: "Hey, why are you wearing a white sand skirt and why are you wearing your hair? Isn't your hair tied up? By the way, what perfume is used well, it's tacky!"

"What, disappointed? Do you think of me as that woman?" The saint was stunned and then understood and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Why can't I wear a white gauze dress, hair, and perfume? Why are I cheesy? Didn't I say that she hasn't had time these two days, but you asked me to come, but you thought it was her? Since I want to see a beautiful woman so much, why did I ask me to come?" Then the saint asked indignantly.

Damn, it seems that she doesn't plan to let me see that mysterious beauty for the time being. She is really a fool. Forget it, there is no need to ask. Go back to bed after ten minutes!

Jiang Fan frowned and refused to answer. He walked up to look at the instrument, sat opposite the saint, moved the instrument over and arranged it, and fiddled with his fingers to try the tone.

"You can play this kind of instrument?" Jiang Fan didn't say anything. The saint thought he was wrong and didn't pursue it. This attitude was reasonable and more satisfied. He was not annoyed when he saw him stealing the instrument. He would frown and ask, "Can you play this kind of instrument?"

Jiang Fan still smiled and said nothing. He had never played this kind of instrument before, but his achievements and talent in music were extremely high. No matter what instrument it was, it was similar, so it would be no problem to find the right tone and play it.

The instrument was fisted by Jiang Fan and made a tingling sound intermittently. After a few minutes, the saint was a little impatient and a little dissatisfied. Why did this guy always ignore him? He said unhappily: "Can you know, don't fiddle with me, it's messy and disturbing people's mood!"

"I understand music, but I don't know what this instrument is, and I have never played it!" Jiang Fan stopped and smiled faintly.

"Then why are you pretending? I won't let me come. I'll play a song for you!" The saint was speechless, angry and funny, and reached out to move the instrument and wanted to show it.

"Don't move, I've tried the tone, so I'd better play my mood. I'll leave after playing!" Jiang Fan pressed the instrument and said, "I'm in the mood to listen to her playing."

"Oh, have you tried the tone? Okay, just play it, hoping to listen!" The saint had to give up, a little surprised and disagreed. The musical instrument that had never been used was not played well for a while, but the music master would not play very good music.

Jiang Fan did not answer, calmed down, closed his eyes and fell down his fingers. Suddenly, a musical sound like nature appeared, sometimes exciting, sometimes lingering and warm, sometimes vast and boundless, sometimes clear springs and flowing waters were extremely elegant, the saint was shocked, this was absolutely master level!

After a while, the tone changed and became sluggish, a little restless, lost, depressed, and depressed. After a minute, the music suddenly came to an abrupt end.

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