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Early the next morning, Lingchu got up normally, and when he got downstairs, he saw Ling Shouren, Yun Lan and others in the dining room.

A piece of gauze was stuck on Ling Shouren's head, and the corners of his mouth were a little red, swollen and blue.

It looked like he was beaten badly.

But seeing Lingchu coming down, Ling Shouren's eyes lit up and he couldn't help laughing.

However, just as he smiled, the wound on his face was involved.

The smile on his face suddenly distorted.

"You, be honest when you are injured, and don't move around."

Yun Lan sighed, and stuffed him with a glass of milk.

Ling Shouren wanted to smile flatteringly, but he didn't dare to laugh casually.

He could only cough and look at Lingchu.

"Chuchu, are you awake?"

Lingchu stepped forward, "Well, I just woke up, your injury..."

Hearing this, Ling Shouren touched his forehead, and smiled naively: "It's okay, it's just a small injury, a small injury..."

Lingchu raised his eyebrows, "Or was he beaten by a colleague?"

Ling Shouren couldn't help sighing, "I just didn't expect him to be so ruthless and courageous..."

At that time, it was time to get off work, and the gate of the company was full of people.

He didn't go to any remote place with that colleague.

He thought that if the two of them had a little verbal conflict at most, there would be nothing wrong.

Unexpectedly, after the other party said a few words, he suddenly shot.

He was caught off guard and received a punch.

Hearing this, Lingchu said, "There is no serious problem, it can be regarded as avoiding some."

Yun Lan said: "I think so too. It's a good thing if there is no serious problem. Let's recuperate at home these few days."

Ling Shouren nodded, "I know, I know."

As he spoke, he looked excitedly at Lingchu again.

"Chuchu, when did you... become a wise man, able to predict the future?"

Lingchu pulled away the chair next to him and sat down, "It's not a wise man, it's just some ordinary physiognomy, which is not quite the same as the wise man you talk about."

Ling Shouren and Yun Lan looked at each other.

Both of them were a little confused.

"The technique of facial recognition... How is it different from a wise man?"

Before Lingchu mentioned these words, they had never heard of the technique of physiognomy.

In their view, isn't it the wise who can predict the future good or bad?

Lingchu looked at the appearance of the two of them, thinking for a while that he might not be able to explain clearly, so he said vaguely: "It's similar to a wise man, each has its own differences, you can be a wise man."

Ling Shouren was even more confused.

However, he understood one thing.

That is, Lingchu can really predict good and bad.

Ling Shouren couldn't help asking curiously: "Chu Chu, show me what my future looks like?"

Lingchu glanced at him, "I can't see it."

Ling Shouren was taken aback, "Huh?"

Lingchu said: "In general, you can't tell fortunes for your relatives by face. It's okay to simply look at the face, but you can't look at the specific future."

The reason she was able to tell Ling Shouren's fortune was not only because of her face, but also because she was not Ling Shouren's own daughter.

Little things can still be seen.

However, she couldn't see the specific future.

Ling Shouren was a little dizzy and puzzled: "Can't a wise man see the picture of the future? Why can't you see it?"

He is simply suspicious.

Lingchu corrected and said: "I have already said that I am not exactly the same as the wise man you speak of. I am subject to more restrictions. I can't do whatever I want. If I want to tell your fortune, I will tell your fortune for you." .”

Taoism respects the way of heaven and must pay attention to rules in everything.

There are things they can and cannot do.

Nothing can cross the line.