The ten-year-old Mo, like a little adult, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it," then took out several talismans from the storage bag behind him. He handed them to the chubby kid along with white paper and red ink.,The skinny young man was stunned, then suddenly realized, "It seems to make sense!",However, no matter how hard Mo Hua practiced, his medium-grade spiritual roots, though slightly better than ordinary people, were still just ordinary in the world of gifted cultivators.。