Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 721 Lilly’s New Golden Finger

Back home, Josh, “Sister, you could fortune-tell, couldn’t you? Is that Master Ernest really so powerful that even you can’t tell?”

Lilly said, “I could forcefully tell, but Tortoise’s shell will crack, and I could be eaten up, so I don’t tell.”

Josh could not understand, was the Elder not just a human? How could he cat his sister?

Blake had a different opinion.

“It isn’t Master Ernest that eats Lilly. This Elder should be a hurdle that Lilly had to pass in her calamity… What would eat her up is her future, and what she could not tell is her future.”

Lilly nodded again and again, “Daddy is so smart, applaud!”

Lisa tilted her head to one side and pondered for a while, then said in a serious tone, “Order soldiers and generals?”

Lilly shook her head, “We could not randomly order soldiers and generals, there are rules.”

She really thought she randomly ordered.

Suddenly, Lilly had a bold idea.

She ran back to the room and took out the pen of judgment.

Lilly wanted to know, if someone could really see her, would they know where Master Ernest was?

There was no need for divination or predicting the future, she should try other alternatives.

Children’s thinking processes were really wired differently.

Lilly was familiar with the way, and this time she could find that world very quickly.

heard the voices and chose those that she could hear the most clearly.

wrote a ‘message’.

is Master Ernest?”

does Master

not tell whether this was a

Cookies? Have you

the pen of judgment, she was playing with something new… She was leaving a message for the

could put

her sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by

her pen

“Lilly”

promise him not to

your…” She heard Pablo, and immediately turned the pen and hid it behind her back, shaking her head like a rattle, “Master,

Pablo,

would

Alfornada.

Cliffburn Hill.

the east side of the hill was considered a tourist spot. On weekends, people would come for road

dense grass, and was vast. The western ridge was just like its name, where the wild grass was so dense that it

door. He lit up a handful of incense,

was Master

chapel

was a couple who found their

that there was a chapel here would not necessarily know that the owner of the chapel was called Master Ernest.

The girl of the couple said in surprise.

the broom and said, “Please, we are destined to

and have not met you once. We heard