90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 122

Master Fang:!!!

Master Fang: "Little Master, don't scare me!" He lives next door to Grandma Luo!!!

Anzi was puzzled, "Why would I scare you for no reason?"

"Then... Young Master, are you sure you can handle it?" Master Fang asked hesitantly.

He is just a fragile person and has no way to deal with those things. If the little master can't do anything about it, he might as well not earn the money.

Anzi glanced at him. She knew what he meant and didn't keep him in suspense. "It can be handled, but Grandma Luo doesn't look like she has money..."

She won't do anything that costs her money.

Master Fang nodded. He didn’t have much, but… “You can write an IOU. If she can’t pay it back, she still has her daughter. Her daughter is more capable than her.”

Anzi became interested, "What do you mean?"

"Her daughter inherited the legacy from the older generation. After all, Grandma Luo's talent is still a little lacking..." Master Fang had heard about Grandma Luo's situation from others and could say a few words about it.

He had previously thought of marrying Grandma Luo's daughter to his nephew, but unfortunately the boy was very ambitious and found a girlfriend.

Xiaoyu is a good girl. He has used his basic physiognomy to look at her and concluded that she will have good fortune in the future and will bring good luck to her husband. He is quite satisfied with her.

Anzi's eyes moved slightly, but what he said was "What if he has his own plans..."

When Master Fang heard this, he thought it made sense. "Then I'll find a chance to ask around." It was mainly for his own sake. The things in Southeast Asia were very evil. Now that everyone was together, he was not a lucky man.

"Okay." Anzi nodded and said nothing more.

Master Fang glanced at Grandma Luo again, his two sparse eyebrows knitted tightly. What should he do? He didn't want to go back to that room anymore. Why not just go and squeeze in with Master Huang? That young man has become famous in a short time, so he should have some means to save his life.

Master Huang lit three incense sticks, and soon a figure jumped out from the ebony tablet in front of him.

The sunlight shone through the glass window, and I could see that the figure was actually a weasel weighing about 20 pounds.

Master Huangxian sniffed greedily, with an intoxicated expression on his furry face.

When the incense burned out, Master Huang Xian half-closed his eyes and lazily sat on the desk by the window, "Da Peng boy, what's the matter with you calling me your master?"

Huang Dapeng took a few steps closer and lowered his voice, "I would like to ask Grandpa to help me. I just feel uncomfortable."

His small eyes were full of brilliance, no longer the honest look he had on the playground before.
Yes, if you want to survive in this circle, honest people won’t live long.

Huang Dapeng has been an extremely inspired person since he was young. Relying on this inspiration, he has avoided many life-threatening dangers. Now, as soon as he felt something was wrong, he immediately asked Master Huang to come out.

Master Huang Xian smacked his lips, closed his eyes and began to sense his surroundings.

The old woman was carrying the dirty stuff from outside, the old man a little further away was ordinary and didn't seem to have any abilities, and at the other end... before he could sense anything, he was bounced back by a barrier.

Master Huang Xian suddenly turned over and sat up from the table.

His sudden movement startled Huang Dapeng.

"What's the matter, Grandpa? Did you meet a tough guy?" Huang Dapeng said as he turned around and started to pack his luggage.

He was able to turn danger into safety every time because he was quick enough to escape.

Just as Master Huang Xian was about to speak, he heard a clear childish voice in his ear, "You are such a bad old man for peeping at girls bathing!"

Master Huang Xian: …Master Huang Xian: “I’m not! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Huang Dapeng: ???

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" Huang Dapeng turned his head and asked, but he didn't stop packing his luggage.

Master Huang Xian stretched out one of his front paws and waved it, "Go and do your thing!"

Huang Dapeng said "Oh" and continued to stuff his spare clothes into his luggage bag.

"Little guy, did you come up with this defensive talisman formation?" Master Huang Xian started chatting with the child's voice with great interest.

Anzi lay on the bed with his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed high.

"What? Do you have any objections?"

She had heard before that Master Huang was a spirit medium, so she guessed it should be Huang Xianer. She didn't expect it to be true, and he should have been practicing for hundreds of years, otherwise his body would not be so big.

Master Huangxian was choked by Anzi's words, his beard twitching, "You little brat, why are you talking so harshly?"

Anzi rolled his eyes. Is it reasonable for an old man like him to come here and peek?
"That's how it is. What? Do you have any objection? Is it reasonable to peek at a girl taking a bath?"

Master Huang Xian choked again. If he hadn't realized that he might not be able to defeat this kid, he would have gone over and beat her up. There would be no point in him standing there in anger.

This top-grade defensive formation is not something that ordinary people can create. If it is not because of their extremely strong talent, it is possible that those old monsters bribed Meng Po and did not drink Meng Po soup when they were reincarnated.

"I say, you little brat..." Before Master Huang Xian could finish his explanation, Huang Dapeng's luggage had been packed.

"Grandpa, let's run away quickly." Huang Dapeng was carrying a luggage bag in one hand and a cloth bag on his back.

Master Huang Xian rolled his eyes at him. Look at that other kid. He is so young but he can create such a top-notch defensive formation. Then look at his own kid. He only knows how to run away when encountering problems. He has not made any progress in all these years.

"Who said we were going to run away?"

Huang Dapeng: “Huh???”

Isn't this something that everyone knows?
Seeing his stupid expression, Master Huang Xian wanted to jump up and kick him in the face.

"Stay!" Master Huang Xian said sullenly. He wanted to see if the little brat was going to heaven.

Huang Dapeng glanced at Grandma Luo's house next door with embarrassment. The sense of danger came from Grandma Luo. The old lady seemed to be carrying something serious. He didn't want to gamble.

"Look at what you have done!" Grandpa Huang Xian was so disappointed that he pointed his claws at him and scolded him, "You know how to run away when you encounter trouble. Where is the backbone of my Huang family!"

Huang Dapeng lowered his eyelids, looking like he was being taught a lesson, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, "Didn't I learn to run away when encountering trouble from my grandfather? This is clearly inherited from my ancestors!"

But he didn't dare to say such words out loud, otherwise he would be beaten up by Master Huang Xian.

"Why are you taking your anger out on the junior?" Anzi's voice sounded at the right time, saving Huang Dapeng from a scolding.

Huang Dapeng couldn't hear Anzi's voice, but he found that Master Huang Xian suddenly fell silent. He looked at the desk in confusion and saw Master Huang Xian with his paws on his waist, as if he was about to have a quarrel with someone.

He quickly and quietly shrank into the corner, fearing that he would be caught and used as a punching bag.

Anyway, his grandfather rarely won an argument with others, but he had a very bad temper and would quarrel with others from time to time.

(End of this chapter)