Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Chapter 295 Untitled
Seeing that Erlang finally stopped crying, Shilang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Gongsun Miao again, "Uncle Song, since you can read faces, can you help my second brother see what kind of disaster he will encounter? I see all this..."

His face was covered in blood, it was so dangerous!
Shiro really didn't dare to say the next words for fear of scaring Erlang again.

To be honest, he had seen faces of many people during this period, but no one had ever been as sinister as Erlang.

My second brother is indeed just like the master said, he is very unlucky.

How come you are so young and look so "unlucky"?

Shiro sighed with worry.

No matter what, he must not watch his brother in danger.

It's a pity that he's not very good at it yet, so he can't tell what kind of dangers his second brother will encounter, and his master refuses to tell.

The way he looked at Gongsun Miao couldn't help but reveal a bit of hope.

It seems that Uncle Song can read faces, but I don't know what his specific abilities are. It would be best if he has some ability, so that he can have someone to discuss with.

Gongsun Miao glanced at Shiro with slight surprise.

At such a young age, this boy has learned quite a lot about his physiognomy skills.

Facing Shiro's gaze, Gongsun Miao shook his head gently, "I can only see that he will encounter disaster in the near future, but I can't tell what specific disaster he will encounter."

The hope in Shiro's eyes disappeared and he sighed in disappointment.

Seeing this, Gongsun Miao said, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the profession of face-to-face? People who have the ability can indeed recognize people by their faces, and can tell their future prospects through the other person's face, but almost all face-telling masters At most, they can only see the general direction. As far as I know, there are only one person who can really see the specific details, not to mention only one."

Shiro was stunned, "Oh, is that person your master, Uncle Song?"

He secretly sighed at what a coincidence, he also knew one person, and that was his master Song Shenpo.

Gongsun Miao shook his head and said, "No. If we really want to count, she can at most count as half of my senior sister." Senior sister is just a senior sister, and half of me?
Shiro complained secretly in his heart, but did not say it to Gongsun Miao face to face.

"So, Uncle Song, you can't tell?"

Gongsun Miao shook his head.

Shiro regretted that it was a real pity that he was not willing to let him just sit there and wait for death.

After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Uncle Song, can you tell when my second brother will be in danger?"

When Erlang heard this, he looked at Gongsun Miao eagerly and pricked up his ears.

If you don’t know what kind of danger you will encounter, you should at least know which day the danger is, right?
At worst, he won't go anywhere on that day and just stay at home!

Gongsun Miao said, "I don't know. I didn't see it."

Erlang, who had already made up his mind, was stunned when he heard this answer.

Then, he pursed his lips and looked like he was about to cry again.

"Shiro, what should I do?"

"Okay, okay, second brother, have you forgotten what my master said? Let's hide at home. We can avoid disaster by hiding at home!"

Shiro was scared when he saw Erlang was about to cry again. Really, he didn't feel it on weekdays. Only then did he realize that the crybaby at home was not only Rokuro, but also the one in front of him.

I've never seen him shed tears so easily before!
Look at the one crying, the tears are flowing on his cheeks, just like heavy rain washing the wall, he is very powerful.

Those who didn't know thought he was made of water.

(End of this chapter)