Chapter 110: First assistant, take care of your wife (56)

Fanxing slowly stretched out his hand to pick it up.
After receiving it, I found that the moment she touched the Buddha beads, a warm feeling quickly enveloped her...
Well, comfortable.
Then he asked, "What is busy?"
"I have a deceased person who had a rough life in the early years and lost my only daughter. Since the loss of her daughter, her daughter has never dreamed. I can calculate that she lingers in the world and has not been reincarnated. The media must be someone who has a relationship with the Buddha. And ask why."
After the big man agreed, he was never verbose: "Okay."
Master Xuanming was inexplicably relieved, but fortunately, he didn't say much. If not, it is really deadly!
A stick of incense slowly ignited.
Fanxing sat cross-legged on the futon with a piece of jade pendant of the dead in his hand, eyes closed.
I only heard the old monk chanting words. After a while, a cloud of white mist appeared in Fanxing's eyes, vaguely like a person. He could even hear the sound of the man crying.
"You, why don't you reincarnate?" Fanxing asked in accordance with Xuanming's instructions.
"I can't bear my mother..."
"Then you, why don't you dream?"
Fortunately, Fanxing is a brave artist like Fanxing. Anyway, she wants to hammer someone on the ground if she doesn't agree, she doesn't know how to write the word. If someone else encounters this kind of thing, they shouldn’t be scared directly!
"She likes others, she doesn't like me anymore..."
"Oh." The boss will never learn to talk awkwardly.
"Why don't you ask, why does she like others and not me?"
Fanxing treats men and women with very different attitudes. The white mist sounded like a little girl crying, so the boss asked kindly, "Why?"
"She treats people like me well, I'm not happy..."
"Oh." The boss is soft and cute, but he is hard when he speaks.
Fortunately, the other party has been trying to talk to Fanxing like a silly talker
"You are not the only one who can see me, but you are the only one who can communicate with me. My name is Chang'an, and everyone calls me Princess Chang'an. What is your name?"
"The stars."
"Then you can be my friend, OK?"
Princess Chang'an was the only daughter born when the empress mother was still a queen. Pained like a pearl, almost devoted all his efforts. Unfortunately, he died in the harem battle at the age of eleven.
Because he died early, his xinxing was still like a child.
The two bear kids are a bold art master, and the other is not afraid to scare people. Still a friend, doesn't she know how scary her current form is?
Fanxing was also really bold, and he refused even more calmly: "No. I don't need friends."
"No! You need it!" The remnant soul of Princess Chang'an is stuck in the world, even after so many years, the royal princess still has the tsundere.
But she is far less than the big boss Tsundere, saying that if you don't want it, you just don't want it: "No need."
"You! Why don't you need it!" The cloud of white mist was so angry as to act like a baby.
Fanxing tilted his head slightly and thought hard.
No, I can't think about it, she has a headache.
I can only resolutely said: "...no need, just don't need it."
After speaking, he opened his eyes.
The old woman was a step faster than Xuanming, and walked to Fanxing: "How? Did you see anything?"
Fanxing glanced at the white mist standing on his left.
Ok? Can you see it without lighting the sandalwood?