If she can do it, she will have to do it, if she is really destined to have no talent in spells, then these three chances are enough.

Turning back to the room, Ye Xiyue learned the lessons of the first two times, summarized the reasons for the failure, and consulted the "Supreme Secret Sutra" again, and suddenly had an idea in her mind, maybe she had done it wrong twice before.

She should draw the rune directly on the rune paper, not in the air and then move it to the rune paper......

With this in mind, she began to make talismans for the third time.

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At night, it's as quiet as flowing water.

The black sky, the stars are twinkling, blinking mischievous eyes, watching all the joys and sorrows of the world.

Phantom Star Pavilion.

The most sacred and beautiful building in the capital of Jinyangguo.

It is located in the north of the capital, adjacent to the imperial palace.

Phantom Star Pavilion, at this time, has dimmed the lights, only a large hall, with a faint light, a middle-aged man, sitting at the desk, flipping through the album in front of him.

This middle-aged man is the lobby master of the Phantom Star Pavilion, and he is often strict with himself and others, and everyone calls him Uncle Yan.

The album in front of him was nothing else, but a variety of pictures of etiquette or celebration.

Uncle Yan flipped through the album, muttered from time to time, and then thought about it carefully, and finally pondered: "This picture is not spectacular enough." ”

Or: "This picture is not very elegant." ”

"This, not suitable, this, not suitable."

“……”

Until he saw the last page of the album, Uncle Yan was still worried.

In the end, he had to sigh deeply, alas, why is it so difficult?

"I have heard that Uncle Yan is rigorous, serious to others, and even more harsh on himself, but when I see it today, it is true." A pleasant sound like the tinkling of spring water came from outside the hall.

Uncle Yan was full of excitement, his strength was not bad, and he was already a master, but it wasn't until this voice sounded that he realized that someone was coming.

Listening carefully to this voice again, the album in Uncle Yan's hand fell on the table with a 'click'.

He hurriedly walked from the back of the desk to the front, and before the owner of the voice appeared, he suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the door.

A purple-robed man came slowly.

Stunning appearance, unparalleled in the world.

He stood in front of Uncle Yan, his cold face was as cold as frost, "Get up." ”

Uncle Yan was trembling and conscientious, and he had not yet recovered from the incident of Huangjun's arrival at night.

"Master Emperor, are you back?"

Uncle Yan hung his head and said in shock.

"Is it a ghost standing in front of you now?"

Uncle Yan shook his head violently, his tongue knotted, "No...... That's not what subordinates mean. ”

No, tomorrow is the time for the Emperor to come back.

Huang Jun turned around and sat on the soft chair, his posture was lazy and evil, between his eyebrows, every move and gesture came out.

He glanced at the album on the table, "You look at this thing, do you want to learn from experience?" ”

Uncle Yan said, and knelt down again, in front of Huangjun Ye, he was like a god, and what he was suppressed was definitely obedient.

Huang Junye's cold eyes swept away, "Kneel again, and you will abolish this leg." ”

Uncle Yan was startled, stood up straight, and cold sweat flowed from his face.

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