Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"Master Feng, why do you ask that?" Wu Yi asked tentatively suddenly.

"It's nothing." Feng Tang shook his head, he just wanted to confirm it for a while, but as Wu Yi said, if there was such a picture in the original photo, she should have recognized him early on.

Wu Yi stared at him blankly, thinking carefully about what he said, why did he ask—are you sure this photo is not from your original group of photos?

In other words, doesn't it prove from the side that the Lord of Shouhua... looks like this?Otherwise, why did Feng Tang ask more questions?

"Master Feng, if you want to know what the owner of Shouhua City looks like, you can actually ask your father. I can tell that the doctor entered Shouhua City and opened this coffin." Wu Yi asked tentatively.

"No, I know what the Lord of Shouhua looks like." Feng Tang smiled, "Mr. Wu, don't pretend to be confused, ha... Many people know that I look exactly like the Lord of Shouhua. The Lord of Hua City has set himself up."

The smile on Wu Yi's face gradually faded, and after a long while, she asked, "Master Feng, why do I not understand what you are saying?"

"I look very similar to Shouhua City Lord, that's it." Feng Tang said.

"Where is the doctor?" Wu Yi thought for a while and didn't ask further. No matter how the doctor did it, even if Feng Tang is the real Shouhua City Lord, in fact this is just his private matter and she has no right to ask.

"He's gone to the capital city." Feng Tang said.

"In that case, I'm leaving too." Wu Yi stood up and said goodbye.

Feng Tang nodded, and ordered Fatty to send her back.

Magic City - the magical city of the East, known as the most prosperous and lively city in Asia...

However, no matter how lively the city is, there will always be some dark and dirty places under the prosperous and glamorous appearance, for example, this small alley at present.

Chen Boming lit a cigarette, and walked slowly towards the depths of the alley. Under a dim light, an old man in a worn-out Chinese tunic suit held a banner in his hand, which read——The iron mouth is broken, a Gua Qianjin.

Chen Boming pretended not to see it, and was about to walk over just like that. However, the fortune teller seemed to have no business for a long time. Seeing such a down-and-out person like him, he actually wanted to solicit business.

The long flag crossed, blocking his way.

"Sir, do you have a fortune teller?" said the fortune teller.

"Oh?" Chen Boming looked at the rolling eyes of the fortune teller, more white than black, it made people sad, but he knew that he was not blind, no blind person would be in this dark alley , to solicit business alone.

"Sir, when I look at your face, the seal is dark, I'm afraid there is a bad omen." The fortune-teller's face was stern.

Chen Boming glanced at the fortune-teller, and finally sighed: "I also know that my hall is dark today, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster, and if I don't do it, my life will be in danger. Alas, doctor, since you are here, why are you still hiding?" with?"

"Hey..." In the darkness, there was a chuckle from a person, the doctor was still the same as before, dressed luxuriously, elegant and handsome, like a well-educated scholar.

"Today is a good day." The doctor looked up at the sky, and said lightly, "Hello, my lord."

"Okay!" Chen Boming nodded and said with a smile, "Today is a good day, it is the zodiac festival, suitable for killing people, right? Especially suitable for me, the prince, to return to the throne."