Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

Yan Yiyi's red lips did not move, but a soft "hmm" came out of her nose, which made the boy stunned.

He was a little bit incredulous and asked tentatively: "Sister, did you just say 'hmm' to express that there is a secret manual of ancient martial arts?"

Yan Yiyi was a little amused and helpless when she saw this. How many times had this child been disappointed to become so unsure?

"I do have martial arts secrets, quite a lot of them, but I don't have them on hand, so I need to find someone to get them." Yan Yiyi gave him an affirmative answer, not having the heart to tease him, for fear that he would cry.

"Wuwaa——" The young man collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

Yan Yiyi's face changed. She could barely coax her husband, but she really couldn't coax a little kid. Hua Muyu was beaten by her when she grew up. She would beat him whenever he cried.

"Sister, I'm so happy!" The boy cried and said, "I traded with other people, but they didn't know ancient martial arts."

“Wuuuu, sister, I…finally waited for you, and luckily I didn’t give up…” The boy sang while crying, and his song was tuneless.

Yan Yiyi really wanted to end the call immediately. If it weren't for the fact that the other party might be worth a transaction, she would never have wasted her ears.

——Conan sings better than him!

Yan Yiyi's expression remained indifferent, as if the boy's crying had no effect on her: "What are you going to exchange for the martial arts secret book with me?"

As soon as the "martial arts secrets" were mentioned, the boy immediately stopped crying, and looked at Yan Yiyi with red eyes that had just been washed by tears, and smiled brightly: "Sister, what do you want? Tell me, as long as you can tell me, and I have it here, I will do my best to find it for you."

Yan Yiyi felt his sincerity and did not embarrass him. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Do you have a mystic master who can draw talismans?"

"There are Feng Shui masters, but there aren't any like the ones on TV who use talismans to catch ghosts. Sister, are there ghosts over there?" The boy's little eyes widened, not disguising his inner fear.

"No, that's not it." Yan Yiyi didn't know how to explain it. After all, most of the mystic masters knew how to catch ghosts. "Similar to the talisman cultivators in the novels of cultivation. Do you understand what I mean?"

The experienced boy in the second dimension understood immediately: "Oh~ I understand, but isn't that only in novels?"

Yan Yiyi was sure that it didn't exist in his world.

Considering that he was a newcomer to the Novice Village, he added: "Talisman cultivation is not just something that exists in novels and TV shows. The plane system is all-encompassing, you just haven't encountered it yet."

The young man's eyes lit up, as if he had opened the door to a new world. Then he thought of something, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He looked at Yan Yiyi, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Yan Yiyi raised her eyebrows slightly, having some guesses in her mind, but did not take the initiative to point them out.

Thinking that Yoyo had completed his mission, it would be inconvenient to trade with him in the future, and the appearance of the boy just filled this gap...

Suddenly, she felt as if she was being manipulated by some system, but this time the purpose was very clear: it was to help her continue to brush and complete the tasks.

The young man mustered up his courage and said shyly, "Sister, your daily life in Zhao State must be inconvenient. I will run errands for you for free in the future. You can buy whatever supplies you want. Is that okay?"

"Guns and ammunition too?"

The boy paused and asked, "Sister, will using advanced weapons change the course of history and cause a butterfly effect?"

Yan Yiyi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."