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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.

those that she could

wrote a ‘message’.

Oui?…Who is Master

does Master

Sissy Floraton…?” Lilly could not tell whether

Sugar Cookies? Have you

playing with something

pen of judgment could put her thoughts into

on the bed, surrounded by a layer of

Golden Finger her

“Lilly”

promise him

wrote, “Sissy Slimwaist, I look forward to your…” She heard Pablo, and immediately turned the pen and hid it behind her back, shaking her head like a rattle, “Master, I didn’t scribble, I didn’t do

Pablo,

the ghosts would believe

Alfornada.

Cliffburn Hill.

was located in the suburbs, and the east side of the hill was considered a tourist spot. On weekends, people would

was vast. The western ridge was just like its name, where the wild grass was so dense that it was half a person’s

lit up a handful of incense, and

Master Ernest.

people knew that there was a chapel here, but the chapel must

there was a couple who found

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

back!” The girl of the couple

“Please, we are

here three times and have not met you once. We heard from the people on the streets that they have not seen you in a month already.. We