My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

Chapter 99
"Come on, hurry up, this guy looks like a liar, he may only ask for money after the calculation is over!" Gu Zhizhou urged.

"Friend, I see that your hall is darkened, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days. Disaster comes from your mouth, so be careful with your words and actions..." The white-haired boy's voice sounded from behind Gu Zhizhou.

Tang Yuan, who was about to leave, stopped and looked at the young man carefully.

Gu Zhizhou's luck was temporarily covered by his ghost energy. Without luck, people would become unlucky, and unlucky is nothing more than seeing blood, which is another way of saying a bloody disaster.

Is there really something about this guy?

Different from Tang Yuan's scrutiny, Gu Zhizhou, who had been cursed in disguise, looked at the white-haired boy more and more like a liar. He didn't even think about retorting: "You just turned black, it's a bloody disaster!"

"Haha." The white-haired boy smiled contemptuously and refused to comment on Gu Zhizhou's words.

He turned to look at Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan. In fact, it was more like looking at Tang Yuan. His eyes were calm. After a moment, his lips and teeth moved slightly and he said two words silently.

Because of the angle, Gu Zhizhou and the others couldn't see clearly, but Tang Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was shocked.

Jiang Qingyu took a step forward, blocked Tang Yuan behind him, and looked directly at the white-haired boy with sharp eyes: "Your Excellency has proven his strength. Since you must give us a fortune, please help me tell a fortune. , is it possible?”

"Xiaoyu?" Gu Zhizhou looked at Jiang Qingyu without knowing why.

He didn't understand why Jiang Qingyu suddenly changed his mind?
"Forget it, she has her own intentions, let's just watch." Luo Heng stopped Gu Zhizhou and said.

The depressed Gu Zhizhou had to stand quietly with Luo Heng and others, waiting for Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan.

"That's what I've been waiting for, girl, sit down!" The white-haired boy pointed to the chair on the other side of the table and motioned for Jiang Qingyu to sit down.

One hand grabbed her arm, Jiang Qingyu patted her comfortingly, peeled the hand off her arm, and sat opposite the white-haired boy.

"I have a question."

The white-haired boy looked very good-tempered when facing Jiang Qingyu. He smiled and said, "What's the problem?"

Seeing the way the white-haired boy was treated differently, Gu Zhizhou wanted to kick him, this guy had double standards!
"I want to know if your name is Zhang San." Jiang Qingyu looked serious, she was really curious.

"Huh?" The white-haired boy was a little confused by this sentence, but from his performance, it could be seen that his name was not Zhang San.

Jiang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "In my hometown, there is a saying called Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Mazi. When I saw the words Zhang Banxian, I couldn't help but bring it in. I'm sorry."

"Pfft!"

The white-haired boy looked towards the source of the sound with cold eyes. When Gu Zhizhou covered his mouth, his eyes gradually softened.

"Miss Jiang, Xiaosheng's surname is Zhang and his given name is Ranchen. Zhang Banxian is called Zhang Banxian by the people. Even this piece of cloth was given by the people. I tell the girl that I hope that the girl will not misunderstand Xiaosheng's name," Zhang Ranchen said, and then said in a tone of voice: " So earthy.”

"Ahem, what..." Jiang Qingyu was a little embarrassed, thinking that the mocking Gu Zhizhou would be suffocating to the point of puffing up, so she coughed twice, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Miss Jiang has a straightforward personality, and Xiaosheng finds it very interesting." Seeing Jiang Qingyu's slightly blushing face, Zhang Ranchen smiled again. There was no trace of ridicule in his eyes, but his tone was serious.

Gu Zhizhou: Damn, double-standard dog!
Luo Heng patted Gu Zhizhou's shoulder to express comfort.

Only Gu Zhizhou's sad world has been achieved.

After the interlude and getting to the main topic, Zhang Ranchen asked: "Does Miss Jiang want to calculate faces or palms, fate or love, past or future?" "Can the past and future be calculated as well?"

Zhang Ranchen nodded: "That's right."

"Okay, then I'll do the palmistry." Jiang Qingyu made a decisive choice.

Caught off guard by Jiang Qingyu's rebelliousness, Zhang Ranchen quickly reacted and smiled widely, "Haha, Miss Jiang is indeed humorous and interesting. Most of the people who come to me are fate and love, and they have a harmonious appearance." The future is second, palmistry and the past are few.”

"I don't linger on the past. I don't need love. As for fate, I don't believe in fate, so don't worry about the future. I have to choose from the best."

"In that case, please give me your hand, Miss Jiang." Zhang Ranchen straightened his expression, and he seemed to have a bit of a magician's temperament.

Jiang Qingyu stretched out his hand, but under the light, the palm prints were not clearly visible.

"Miss Jiang's palmistry is really..." Zhang Ranchen murmured.

"Why are Xiaoyu's palm prints like this..." Gu Zhizhou, who came over, had the same expression.

Jiang Qingyu retracted his hand with disappointment in his tone: "You also saw that the palm prints on both my hands are blurred. I don't know why, but I thought you could see it."

It was not without reason that she was good at fortune-telling. Her master was good at divination and had made a divination for her when she entered the sect. As a result, the divination was very confusing, and her palm lines became increasingly blurry as a result.

"Miss Jiang's numerology is a mystery. It's true that I can't see it clearly with Xiaosheng's current ability, but Miss Jiang is very lucky. If the master comes out of seclusion in the future and gets his divination, I think he will be able to reveal part of the mystery about you. "Zhang Ranchen raised his hands to Jiang Qingyu and said.

"Oh, do you think your master is Xuanjizi?"

He thought Zhang Ranchen was going to do something cruel, but he ended up getting a big one. Gu Zhizhou didn't think highly of him, so he didn't know that in the near future, he would be slapped in the face by this white-haired boy.

Regarding Gu Zhizhou's words, Zhang Ranchen was selectively deaf. He was too lazy to argue with the idiot. He looked at Gu Zhizhou lightly and sneered: "I advise you to talk as little as possible. Although I can't help Miss Jiang here, I can't help her. Your luck is very low."

Gu Zhizhou snorted, as arrogant as he wanted to be, "Oh, Riddler, I don't believe it..."

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Following Jiang Qingyu's tone, Zhang Ranchen said nonchalantly. He looked at Song Shu and said, "I didn't understand Miss Jiang's hexagram, so it doesn't count. Do you want to do it?"

Song Shu was silent for a moment, "I want to calculate how long I have left."

"Ah Shu!" Zhou Shuning immediately grabbed Song Shu's sleeve: "You——"

Song Shu held Zhou Shuning's hand, smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, please calculate for me how long I can live."

Zhang Ranchen looked at Song Shu, who was as thin as a piece of paper, closed his eyes and said, "Birthday."

"The seventh day of July."

After a moment, Zhang Ranchen opened his eyes and flashed in front of Song Shu.

Seeing his serious look, the light in Song Shu's eyes dimmed and his smile turned bitter. He swallowed the rusty taste that came up from his throat and murmured: "It seems...it's not a few days..."

(End of this chapter)