Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 514 The Art of Foresight
Murong Li had no intention of explaining, he picked up the teacup in front of him with a heavy breath, and took a shallow sip.

Gong Ming looked at the two of them, took a sip of the tea in front of him, and there was a glint in his eyes.

After putting down the teacup, he smiled as usual and asked, "Did you have a headache again last night?"

Shen Jingshu froze for a moment, then turned his head.

"how do you know?"

"Don't forget, I'm a magic stick." Gong Ming smiled faintly.

"Yes." Shen Jingshu nodded.

A magic stick who can divination and fortune-telling can naturally know if she has fallen ill again by pinching her fingers.

Murong Li beside her snorted.

"You can believe whatever he says. Maybe last night he was near Prince Jin's Mansion, or near the medical clinic. He happened to meet Qingxuan to invite the doctor. He only found out after asking the doctor."

Shen Jingshu looked at the two of them, and finally decided to keep silent.

Regardless of whether Gong Ming bumped into her nearby by chance, or he really figured it out by himself, she must have had another headache, and it was more intense than ever before.

According to the momentum of this development, she really couldn't help worrying about whether she would go directly to see Hades when she fell ill sometime in the future.

If she went to Huangquan, she really didn't know what Murong Li would become, and what Xiao Xiner would become.

Gong Ming didn't feel anything special about Murong Li's cynicism.

He smiled and continued: "And as far as I know, your headache this time is worse than the previous two."

Shen Jingshu looked at him, not hiding anything.

"Indeed."

"Can you tell me what you saw when you got a headache this time?"

Murong Li pricked up his ears, his eyes were a little more serious and serious.

His eyes swept over Gong Ming's face, and Shen Jingshu's face became serious.

"Then can you tell me what is going on with my headache?"

"You tell me what you saw first." Gong Ming insisted.

Shen Jingshu looked at Gong Ming, thought for a while, and told the dream about her and Murong Li.

As for the melee between the two armies, she chose not to talk about it.

"I had a strange dream. I dreamed that Murong Li and I were being chased and killed, and finally we were forced to a waterfall," she said.

"That's it? Is there any more?"

She shook her head and lied calmly: "I remember this dream clearly, I can't remember all the other dreams, I only remember some vague pictures."

After locking Gong Ming's face for a while, she asked, "Now, can you tell me what's going on with my headache?"

Gong Ming looked at her and then at Murong Li, suddenly put away his usual flirtatious posture, and looked serious.

"I don't know if you've heard of it, but in Xuanyuan, there are a few people who are endowed with special abilities that ordinary people don't have, and they are called strange arts."

"At present, the widely known strange arts include the art of piercing through walls, the art of invisibility, the art of divination, the art of gold touch, and the art of perspective and foresight."

"These people with different abilities, even if they have the same ability, the time to awaken the ability is different. Some people are born with special abilities, and some people only have special abilities at a certain age. Awakening, and the pain suffered when awakening varies."

Shen Jingshu blinked, and asked uncertainly: "You mean, I have a headache, and the reason why I can see some pictures when I have a headache is because I have the ability of foresight?"

Gong Ming nodded, "Indeed."

(End of this chapter)