How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Chapter 272 The Wooden Statue Has Spirit 11



Chapter 272 The Wooden Statue Has Spirit 11

"It's good to be back! It's good to be back!"

Grandpa Xie was relieved when he saw his grandson come back.

I just feel that my grandson's behavior has been a little strange recently. He picks up prey every day when he goes to the back mountain, and the meals at home have become a lot better.

But he was still very worried, because there is always a price to pay for every gain!

He must get better soon. As long as his grandchildren go out, he will carve some more exquisite statues. Children all like animal statues.

night.

Lin Wenyao brought over a half-pound fish. Just as he was about to leave, Xie Anan grabbed his clothes and said, "Ayao, thank you."

"You're welcome! We are friends." Lin Wenyao said nonchalantly.

If you can’t beat them, you can only try to please them!

He hoped time would pass more slowly, as the closer he got to that time, the more panicked he became. In this life, he didn't want his parents to die before they could enjoy happiness.

He was afraid that he would not be able to escape the death of his loved ones!

Xie Anan looked at his back as he left, her eyes full of indifference!

That's pretty good, isn't it? Just a few words and you can get half a pound of fish!

It’s none of his business if he gets scolded when he gets home? It’s a mutual consent, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten.

Lin Wenyao came over and said he wanted to give it to her, he never forced anyone.

Xie Anan sat on the bed and looked carefully at the eyes of the wooden statue. The eyes of the statue were vivid, as if they were real!

He wanted the fairy to come out, but he didn't know how to start. What if he offended the fairy? In his eyes, the fairy was sacred and inviolable!

Do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Song Wenjing was inside the wooden statue, looking closely at Xie Anan. He noticed that Anan looked distressed, and his heart ached!

Did something happen after I returned to the wooden statue? That shouldn't be the case! Didn't the protagonist say he was going to deliver the fish?

The fish was also delivered.

Or did An An’s grandfather say something?

The wooden statue emitted a faint golden glow. Song Wenjing floated out and sat in front of Xie Anan, asking cautiously, "What's wrong? Why are you frowning?"

Tell me, I'll find a way for you!

Xie Anan's pupils shrank slightly. It was a fairy! He was absolutely certain that a fairy was sitting in front of him. The golden light was not dazzling, but it made him unforgettable for the rest of his life!

When something exists for a long time, it will develop intelligence!

The book really didn't lie. When he came back, he kept comforting himself, thinking that maybe he had just heard it wrong.

I just asked Lin Wenyao, and Lin Wenxiao said with a confused look on his face that he didn't hear any sound. At that time, his faith collapsed!

Was he hallucinating? He just didn't notice it. Otherwise, why couldn't Lin Wenyao hear it?

"You...you are a fairy, right?" Xie Anan spoke cautiously with uneasiness.

Fairies are out of reach!

He was afraid that if he said the wrong thing he would be killed!

"Fairy?" Song Wenjing said, "I'm not a fairy. To be more precise, I'm just a ghost. By chance, I possessed the wooden statue."

"You were the one who dug out the wooden statue. To thank you, I am willing to protect you for the rest of your life. I promise you a safe and comfortable life!"

"I wonder if you are willing?" Humph! You have to be willing even if you don't want to.

At worst, I can help you secretly!

If he said he was a fairy, he guaranteed that An An would worship him like an ancestor!

By then, let alone becoming husband and wife, it will be difficult for them to even be friends!

Fairies and humans are two different levels. People always look up to fairies! Not to mention blasphemy!

It’s better to say that you are a ghost and be afraid if you want.

"Protect me?" When he first learned that he was not a fairy, he felt a little disappointed, as if this answer was not what he expected.

In his opinion, the wooden statue was like a god who could produce all kinds of things and was omnipotent!

He also learned that he would always stay by his side to protect him in order to repay his kindness. He just wondered how he could be so lucky.

His luck has always been bad, so how could he be blessed with good fortune?

Xie Anan just felt very satisfied, "I do!" In fact, he wanted to ask, if it wasn't a fairy, how could there be so many things?

If you think about it carefully, it would be offensive if you ask. Everyone has secrets, ghosts too!

He also wanted to ask why he would die?

But now their relationship is not good enough to ask about his life, so we can only wait and see.

He was a little worried again. The legendary ghost seemed to want to eat people! A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

Xie Anan looked towards the source of the voice and said solemnly, "My name is Xie Anan. Grandpa and I are the only ones at home! Grandpa is very good, really!"

"Grandpa is my only relative." Please, don't hurt Grandpa!

"My name is Song Wenjing." He saw that Xie Anan was afraid, and to comfort Anan, he said, "I won't kill anyone, let alone eat them. You can rest assured (≧?≦)."

To ensure his credibility, he said sincerely, "Ghosts will also be punished if they harm people's lives without reason! King of Hell, have you heard of this?"

"If you bring disaster to the world, you will be sent to the 18th level of hell. I am not that stupid (* ̄m ̄)." The most important thing is that I can't do it!

If you put it that way, An An shouldn't be so worried anymore, right?

Xie Anan was caught on the spot and could only smile awkwardly. He was indeed a little worried and coughed lightly: "Ahem... I don't have that idea."

He looked down at the wooden statue in his hand with a guilty conscience.

"Go to sleep, it will be another beautiful day when you wake up!" Song Wenjing said.

Seeing his embarrassment, Song Wenjing took the initiative to put the matter behind him!

"Okay." Xie Anan said.

Song Wenjing entered the wooden statue and said to the system, "Qianchen, can this wooden statue be made smaller? If it is smaller, An An can wear me around her neck!"

"Five centimeters is enough. Make a circle on top of your head and you can tie it up with a rope."

system:[…….]

[When are you planning on doing it? Host, the villains don't mind the trouble, and you still... Never mind.] All I can say is, you deserve to have a wife!

[How about this? I'll make you a smaller wooden statue. The main character has seen it before, so it will save you a lot of trouble.]

"That's fine, I won't choose!"

When Xie Anan woke up in the morning, she saw a small wooden statue on the table. It was exactly the same statue and very exquisite.

He was a little confused: "Brother Song, why is there a small wooden statue here?"

Song Wenjing is a ghost, so there is no need for him to be so restrained.

The small wooden statue lay quietly on the table, with a black rope tied to the circle above its head.

"You can wear it around your neck to make it easier for you to take me out." The system said that he could choose which statue to enter.

"Okay." Xie Anan put the wooden statue around her neck and asked nervously, "Is this okay? Do I need to cover the statue with clothes?"

Brother Song is a ghost and seems to be unable to be exposed to the sun.

"No need, do whatever you want. Don't be afraid. Just pretend I don't exist." Song Wenjing said.

"What are your plans for today? How about we go to the market? We could sell some small game."

Xie Anan thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I plan to ask a doctor to come and see Grandpa today, so I don't have time to go to the market."

"It's already been arranged." How could he pretend it didn't exist? It was so obvious.

"Okay, it's okay. There's still plenty of time, no rush."


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