90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 132

"Hello." Han Suya took her daughter to Anzi and greeted him in the unfluent International language.

An Zi glanced over lightly, and just this one glance, Han Suya's attitude became even more respectful.

Because she felt as if all her plans had been seen through.

"Auntie, is there anything I can help you with?" Anzi tilted his head.

Han Suya hesitated for a while, but still brazenly said her request, "I want to do a business with you."

"What business? I love doing business the most." Anzi smiled and looked at Han Zhener beside Han Suya.

Han Suya thought to herself that as expected, her plan was seen through by the little girl.

She didn't beat around the bush and said, "I want to ask you to help save my daughter's life if possible."

Han Suya spoke in a low voice, as if she didn't intend for too many people to hear her.

Anzi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "You want to go in?"

"I have a reason why I have to go in." Han Suya's eyes were sincere. She had to go in.

"Even if I will die?" Anzi couldn't understand. She knew that she would die if she went in, but she still chose to enter the small building. Was she really not afraid of death?

When Han Suya heard her question, her breathing paused.

Anzi continued to say discouraging words, "You can't even get to the second floor." The merits in her were not enough to support her to reach the second floor.

Han Zhen'er's face shows signs of a short life. She is only alive today because of her huge merits. If Han Suya died here, within a year, Han Zhen'er would have to go down and reunite with her mother and daughter.

Never mind, let’s just consider it as a good deed.

Anzai reminded her, "If you leave now, I might be able to live a natural life, but if you insist on your own ideas, I may not live beyond next year."

After giving this reminder, Anzi felt that she had done her best. She didn't have any good feelings towards South Korea, but it was indeed a pity that Han So-ya died here.

Han Suya's hand holding the magic weapon trembled. She turned her head to look at her daughter who still knew nothing. After hesitating for a long time, she finally made a choice.

"Little girl, be careful."

After saying that, he bowed deeply to Anzi and took Han Zhener away.

"Why did they leave?" Huang Dapeng felt a little strange when he saw them leaving. He looked at Master Fang, hoping that he would translate for him.

Master Fang had no intention of being a translator. He was secretly observing Master Kong.

"I'm planning to go in. What do you think, little monk?" Master Lekong asked suddenly, startling Master Fang.

Anzi smiled slightly, "That's what I was thinking. Why don't we go together? We can take care of each other."

Master Liaokong bowed and said, "That couldn't be better."

Huang Dapeng opened his mouth. He didn't know whether he should follow in. His instinct was not to do so, but he knew that the grandfather would definitely let him follow Anzi.

"Then I'll come along." Master Fang really wanted to go in together. On the path of cultivation, in addition to improving one's skills, one also needs to increase one's experience.

Grandma Luo nodded, "I'll go too." If she followed them in, maybe she could help a little. If she stayed outside, what if the situation got worse? The Lian family was weird, and she felt safer with everyone else.

Everyone wanted to go in, Huang Dapeng didn't dare not to go in, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The warning voice of Master Huang Xian rang in his mind, "If you dare not go in, I will break your legs." "If you all go in, then I will go in too." Huang Dapeng pretended to be relaxed. An Zi glanced at him sideways, not revealing that he had actually started to tremble.

No one entered the small building for a long time, and someone had already started performing a ritual on the spot. Anzi took out a talisman to suppress evil and gave it to Master Kong, "This is my first meeting, Master. This is my gift to you." If he wants more, he will have to pay for it.

Master Liaokong understood her expression and found it funny, but the smile on his face did not last long as he was shocked by this high-quality evil-suppressing talisman that had been improved by Anzi.

"Was this drawn by the young donor?" There was amazement in his tone. This young donor was only five or six years old, but he could come up with such a powerful top-grade talisman. He really should not be underestimated.

Anzi said "hmm". She had many such talismans and didn't take them seriously at all.

Master Liaokong was not a shameless person. He immediately took a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads from Wanqian and said, "This is my greeting gift. I hope you won't despise it."

Anzi looked at the Buddhist beads, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

She took it with both hands and thanked him earnestly, "Thank you, Master."

This string of Buddhist beads is a good thing. You should protect Master Kong better for a while.

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"Let's go, don't worry, I will protect you." Anzi waved his hand casually, signaling Huang Dapeng to carry her forward.
Master Fang and Grandma Luo looked at each other, then immediately moved closer, wishing they could each hold one of the young master's hands.

Master Liaokong shook his head in amusement and walked at the end of the team. He had to support this powerful little donor.

So, everyone in front of the small building saw that those extremely arrogant Chinese people straightened their backs and walked towards the door of the small building step by step.

At that moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, stopped rubbing the crystal balls, stopped dancing, and all stared at the few people.

To their surprise, those people walked up the stairs steadily without any hindrance and disappeared into the gate in a short while.

"Oh my god! They actually went in!"

"I've long said that these Chinese people are not simple!"

"Have they figured out the situation here? This must be a lie..."

"Wait a little longer, maybe he's already dead in there?"

No matter whether you are familiar with each other or not, let’s discuss it first.

In another small building, Lian Feilong sat in front of a whole wall of closed-circuit televisions, his frown slightly relaxed.

The butler silently handed him hot tea.

"Do you think these people can save my grandson?" Lian Feilong suddenly asked, his eyes never shifting away from the closed-circuit television.

The butler thought about it and said, "It should be possible. After all, they dare to offer such a high price, so they must be very capable."

Lian Feilong rubbed the dragon's head of the cane twice and sighed deeply, "I hope so."

"Why were only a few Chinese people brought in? Do the others lack courage or ability?" Lian Feilong was immediately furious when he saw the people in front of the small building on the closed-circuit television.

These people also offered high prices, but they didn't even have the courage to step onto the stairs. "They are just people who are just seeking fame and reputation!"

He slammed his cane into the ground and said, "If my grandson can't be cured, these rubbish won't be able to leave Country T wholeheartedly!"

The butler lowered his eyes and sentenced those people to death in his heart.