Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Seoul, Korea.

The sky was getting dark, but Seoul National University Road, known as Asia's Broadway, was extremely lively.

Three young Seoul National University foreign students accompanied several French students, including Qiong Ying, to play on this leading cultural street in Korea.

I heard that there are more than 100 large and small theaters here, and there are various performances all year round. In addition, there are many delicacies. It is a place that many college students and young people often pay attention to.

A group of young people finished watching the play and are sitting in a small bar enjoying the happy hour of the evening.

Qiongying was biting the straw of her milk tea, listening to a handsome young man from Seoul National University explain to them what to do in this area, frowning slightly, flipping through the travel tips in her hands a little irritably.

She didn't really listen to a few words, she was bored, and suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new continent.

Those bright eyes looked at the fortune teller in the corner of the park curiously, and the eyeballs started to gurgle.

"You guys go here, I'll go over there to have a look." Qiongying patted her companion on the shoulder, and walked towards the fortune teller with great leaps.

It's not that she's superstitious, it's just for fun.

Sometimes, it is also a good experience to divination one's own destiny and listen to the fortune teller's nonsense about Bala.

Qiongying brushed back her ponytail and squatted in front of the fortune teller. Like the previous tourist, she stretched out her finger and asked directly in Korean, "Give me one too."

The fortune teller was an old man, and he pretended to hold her hand and looked at her for a moment, looking at her with a kind smile. "What is the girl? Marriage?"

Qiongying shrugged, that's all, she nodded her head lightly: "Even if it's a marriage, help me figure out when my Prince Charming will show up."

"Fate is determined, reunion after a broken mirror. Girl, there are only two words for your marriage, fate."

"What do you mean?" Qiongying blinked.

Then, as she expected, at this time, the fortune teller said something inscrutable: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

puff……

Qiongying was so happy that her eyebrows and eyes flew into her temples, forget it, just for fun, she gave the money and left.

Fate is determined, reunion after a broken mirror?

Fate!

What a lie, this money is really easy to earn, and she will come to set up a stall to tell fortunes for others when she has no job in the future.

Qiongying murmured as she walked, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, she always felt that someone was watching her, she looked around, but she didn't find anything wrong.

But all women have a sixth sense of danger, Qiongying took two quick steps, returned to the open-air bar, and sat down at her original position.

"Yingying, they said they want to go to the drama again, do you want to go?" The classmate next to her asked her, but she didn't answer twice, stretched out her hand and shook in front of her: "Yingying, what are you watching? "

Qiongying was startled, shook her head, and whispered into her classmate's ear, "Do you feel like you're being watched?"

"Where? Did you watch too many movies? Or do you have persecution paranoia. We are not big people. How could we be watched when we go shopping? Let's go, go to the drama." The classmate pulled her up and smiled. taunt her.

Qiongying curled her lips slightly when she heard this, followed the big troops, and laughed at herself: "Maybe I'm too sensitive. What drama are you watching?"

""No Place to Die", haha, are you afraid?

"I'm afraid, joke, you don't know how brave I am."

A group of people, talking and laughing, walked into a nearby theater.