Chapter 110

Wen churan and Sheng Shimo looked at each other, immediately straightened their waist and walked in full of Qi.

Li Zhien, who was waiting for him, saw that the door was opened and immediately stood up excitedly.

But when I saw Wen churan, my face collapsed in an instant.

"Hello, Ms. Li."

Wen churan's standing posture is elegant and dignified, even with arrogance.

Speaking, he is also very mature and steady.

Li Zhien looked at the little girl in front of him repeatedly and asked strangely, "are you... A mage?!"

She could not believe that a girl who looked so young, even like a minor, would be a mage.

Is Sheng playing with her?!

"I know Ms. Li has doubts when she sees my young age." Wen churan was not impatient and said, "Ms. Li is afraid of misunderstanding. The ability of a mage is not proportional to her age. Is your ability necessarily advanced when you are old? I have been able to communicate with ghosts and gods since I was a child. I have long been regarded as an elder in the family. Now it's just a skin bag. Ms. Li doesn't have to worry about it. "

After hearing this, Li Zhien couldn't help falling into meditation.

Looking back, I have invited countless eminent monks and mages, which is useless.

What the little girl said is not unreasonable.

Nevertheless, she was skeptical, but her attitude was respectful. Please sit down with Wen churan.

Wen churan sat upright on the sofa, crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees.

Li Zhien was more or less frightened by her meditation posture.

"May I ask your name, master?"

"I am the Lord of God, ah ran!" Just a few words, slowly confided from the girl's mouth, but with the power of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Li Zhien was startled and hurriedly asked, "can you really see my son?"

Wen churan slowly closed his eyes, like falling into a meditation.

Time passed minute by minute, just when Li Zhien began to be impatient.

She said calmly, "there is a scar on your son's waist, which was caused by fighting in childhood."

Li Zhien couldn't help crying out.

Almost no one knows the scar on her son's waist except her mother.

Holding a smile, Wen churan slowly said, "your son is addicted to tea, even to the point of smelling tea and falling asleep, and bought a tea mountain without telling you."

Her eyes suddenly opened. She stared at Li Zhien with a frightened face. "Ms. Li, can what I said be true?"

It's no secret to be addicted to tea, but you need to smell tea every night to sleep. The outside world can never know!

Li Zhien rushed to Wen churan excitedly and held her hand. "Mage, I have no eyes. I offended you earlier. I hope you don't be surprised. What is my son's last wish? Can you give me some advice? "

Wen churan seriously put on a shelf: "your son's last wish is very simple. When he was in his youth, he died unexpectedly. Naturally, he was unwilling. The reason why I give you dreams every night is that I hope you can hold a ghost marriage for him, so that he will not be lonely in the underworld. "

After hearing this answer, Li Zhien looked the same as Wen churan.

It's incredible, it's incredible.

"This is my son's last wish?"

In Wen churan's eyes, his mood is unknown, but he silently observes Li Zhien's expression.

have a look! Even his mother didn't expect that his son was a romantic ghost!

If it had been before, Li Zhien would never have believed the answer.