157 Make you three wishes (2)

They were also looking for a magician together, so it was still a question of who this magic lamp belonged to.

And now, by coincidence, a big hole has appeared.

"What do you mean? How do I know why there is a hole? It was obviously fine before going on the road."

Seeing the man's bad attitude, Rose choked back unhappily.

The two of them stood on the mountainside and started arguing. They bought Suna a lot of time by going back and forth.

Finally, the real magic lamp rolled down the hillside and fell into the river.

Soaked in the cold river water, the oil lamp floated up and down along the rapid river, and finally slowly sank to the bottom of the river. There is a feeling of life and death.

It's like the story of the Djinn.

Suna lay boredly in the lamp pot and laughed at himself.

Could it be that she didn't even have a chance to appear, and could only stay at the bottom of the river forever, or be swallowed by a large fish?

Before the contract, she couldn't even get out of the oil lamp, and could only occasionally use force to make the whole lamp pot move.

Proof that she is still alive...

After the two people on the other side reached the top of the mountain, Ross took out the magic lamp with a sullen face and handed it to Lucifer.

After the quarrel halfway, he didn't want to talk to the other party now.

Lucifer paid no attention to him, as if he was afraid that the other party would snatch the oil lamp away when he encountered it.

He grabbed it, his face turned red from being too excited.

Three wishes!

He wants to be rich, powerful, beautiful, and lucky...

Or make all eyesores disappear forever.

He hurriedly wiped the oil lamp three times.

One second, two seconds...

Three seconds, four seconds...

The lamp in my hand remained silent.

Lucifer's heart tightened and he had a bad feeling. He took the oil lamp and looked at it carefully.

Exactly the same, he was sure that this magic lamp was the original one.

Could it be that the wiping method is wrong?

So he stabilized his heartbeat slightly and tried again carefully and slowly.

Still no response.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he didn't respond after wiping for so long, Rose didn't care about the quarrel anymore.

He couldn't help but frown and said thoughtfully:

"How about I try it instead???"

Unexpectedly, when the other party heard this, he reacted very strongly and took several steps back.

Holding the oil lamp tightly in his arms, he looked suspicious.

The two were in a stalemate again, and Lucifer even wore an indifferent face.

The selfish and greedy human nature is vividly displayed at this moment.

"laugh!"

Ross raised his head and sneered, full of sarcasm. This was the first time since the two of them got together that he chose not to cooperate.

"Okay, it's yours! I won't wait on you anymore!"

If there is a hole, I suspect he wants to steal the magic lamp. If it cannot be wiped out, I suspect he has an ulterior motive.

Ross turned away angrily.

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Suna didn't know how long he had been under the river.

One day, while she was taking a nap, she noticed the flicker of an oil lamp.

It must have been caught by fishermen who went out to sea.

Outside, a little boy in tattered clothes picked up the oil lamp expressionlessly, holding it casually with his frozen little hands.

Without even looking at it, he threw it over the side of the boat.

Her young and beautiful little face had an expression that was inconsistent with her age, and her eyes were calm.

It's winter now and the wind is freezing outside.

The boy was just as tall as an adult's knees. He was only wearing a thin old robe. The heavy snow almost covered his whole body, and his small figure was thin.

Stilin only rowed in shallow water. He finally caught a fish today, and he should be able to sell it for some money at the market.

He struggled to carry an old bamboo basket that was a little bigger than himself onto the boat. Because of his weak strength, he could only catch the fish part by part and put them in.

His face was pale from the cold, and his curled eyelashes were still covered with unmelted snow.

The old fisherman was ill and could not go to sea. He came out without telling it.