The group pet boss is a living ancestor

Chapter 40 Are you confused about how much you weigh?
The appearance of Wang Yinyang made her feel a ray of light shining on her, and all the focused eyes returned.

"Master Wang, it is Master Wang who is here!"

"Master Wang Yinyang, it's really Master Wang Yinyang!"

"Master, come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you to count!"

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The melon-eating crowd who were still watching Song Li and Su Hua all turned their attention to Song Shuwan and Wang Yinyang.

In fact, this is not unreasonable. Most of the gatherings of the four major families usually praise each other in the open, and explore each other in the dark.

It's just that this year is different, because everyone knows that Master Wang Yinyang of Julingyi will come, and everyone wants to ask him to count.

I knew earlier that the richer people in this world are, the more they believe in the theory of gods and ghosts.

Wang Yinyang is wearing a royal blue robe with gold thread patterns rusted on it. He is one of the four great mythical beasts in ancient times.

Almost everyone walked in the direction of Master Wang Yinyang.

Except Song Li, Lu Chaojin, Su Wanshan and Lingsu.

Wang Yinyang was used to the feeling of being surrounded, and smiled, the fat on his face became more plump.

"Everyone, don't worry. Since I have agreed to my apprentice's participation in this gathering, I will naturally help you make a good calculation."

Wang Yinyang looked around and found that most of the people belonged to the 'Muggle type', and they could see luck in a short period of time after divination.

But there are also those who belong to the "non-twisted type", which requires a very grand ceremony to predict the luck in the short term.

There are such people, but not many.

After looking around, Wang Yinyang set his eyes on Song Li and frowned tightly.

Everyone's eyes followed Wang Yinyang's movement, and once again fell on Song Li.

Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled: "Master, why... what's wrong?"

She knows better than anyone how powerful her master is, which is why she tried her best to become his apprentice.

Wang Yinyang did not reply to Song Shuwan, but walked towards Song Li.

The only person he couldn't predict in the whole venue was Song Li, because at a glance, he didn't even have the slightest ordinary predictive ability on her.

Ordinary people can see the slightest clue.

But Song Li was like a cloud of fog, which he couldn't see through.

This was the first time in his life that he, a genius fortune teller, felt this way.

This feeling gave him a strong sense of frustration and made him extremely uncomfortable.

Five seconds later, Wang Yinyang stood in front of Song Li, looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"

Name is the most basic step in fortune-telling. If an ordinary fortune-teller wants to calculate a person's fortune, in addition to knowing the name, he even needs to know the horoscope of the date of birth.

But he doesn't have to, because he is a genius feng shui fortune teller.

Song Li narrowed her eyes lazily, and did not answer his question immediately, but looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

Seeing this, Song Mo immediately smiled, and said nervously, "Master Wang, this is my daughter Song Li, is... what's the matter?"

This kind of Wang Yinyang who existed like a god suddenly called Song Li's name, Song Mo, as a father, would naturally be nervous.

"Song Li?" Wang Yinyang raised his right hand slightly, tapped his fingers a few times, and frowned even tighter.

"What's your birth date?" Wang Yinyang asked again.

When Song Mo actively flattered and planned to speak again, Song Li spoke first.

"Don't force yourself if you can't figure it out." Song Li's peripheral vision lightly landed on the kit bag on Wang Yinyang's waist, and she sneered disdainfully: "Don't you know how many catties you have?"

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　　Two more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)