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 young master took the formation diagram, but still didn't leave. He suddenly closed his paper fan and arrogantly said: "This young master is also very skilled in formations, it's just that I don't have time to do these basic formations, so I let you write them for me.",The stele had no inscription, yet from the moment I first saw it in the ink painting, I seemed to know its name.。