Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

  Chapter 7 Girl, count it?

  Walking to the bottom of the one-day bridge, Qin Ruan stopped, raised his arms, and raised his shoulders and sleeves.

  On the inside of her arm, there is a brightly colored red line.

  This red line is very short, and the length above represents the remaining life span of her now.

  She is in touch with the red line.

  One year...

time is limited.

  Since Qin Ruan opened her eyes, she has only one year to live.

  If you want to continue your life, you have to find Sha.

  Evil is the evil spirit of the world.

   mostly comes from the monsters, monsters and monsters.

  Qin Ruan put down his sleeves, not knowing where to find evil for a while.

  She walked very slowly, and her body pain kept her head awake.

  She wants to plan the way forward.

   "Come, do the calculations, authentic fortune-telling, including calculations and satisfaction, inaccurate, less money, accurate calculations, double..."

  Suddenly, a clear voice of vicissitudes of life sounded in the ear.

  The sound is coming from the front, not far away

  Qin Ruan raised his head, and the stall under the overpass came into view.

  An old man wearing black sunglasses and a cyan robe is particularly present.

  He was sitting in front of the booth, with a master posture, and the shouting sound came from his mouth.

  "Girl, we are destined, old man, I observe your facial features, it is really good, the heaven is round, the complexion is reddish, and the blood is quite vigorous.

  Of course, the girl is lingering in darkness right now. I am afraid that something will happen soon. Come here...the girl might as well say the eight characters. I will count one hexagram for you, one hexagram three hundred, not much. "

  Qin Ruanwen stared at the old man for a moment, with emotions in her eyes, suddenly she laughed out loud.

  Pale and delicate face, because of this smile, he has a soft amorous feeling.

  It's really easy to come by.

  Just now, I was still thinking about where to find evil spirits, so I will send it to the door now.

  The old man said that she was surrounded by black air, but he didn't know that he was already entangled in dense black mist.

  Each person carries his own aura. With every word and deed, evil and good deeds, this aura will change.

  The aura of most people is divided into black, red, white, and gold.

  Black, it means evil spirits, evil spirits, or evil things that can have such an aura.

  Red, disaster is approaching, disaster of blood and light.

  White, good people, long-lived people.

  Golden, merit is in the body, and both good and fortune.

  There is also a rare gas field, purple gas coming from the east, which is the gas of the emperor.

  There is no one who can carry this kind of aura.

  Qin Ruan walked to the fortune-telling booth, and she stared at the old man with a smile, looking up and down with her beautiful eyes.

  Finally looked, locked on the white jade pendant hanging on the opponent's neck.

  "Girl, count as a trigram?" The old man smiled and said.

  Qin Ruan gently shook his head and stared at the white jade pendant worn by the old man, as if a cat saw a fish, his eyes glistened.

  It seemed that her gaze was too direct, the smile on the old man's face disappeared, and the eyes were cautious and vigilant.

  He reached out and stuffed the exposed jade pendant into his clothes, patted it lightly, and felt relieved.

  This is the treasure he bought from Antique Street some time ago. It cost him half of his savings, and it is a rare item he likes.

Qin Ruan raised his eyebrows for this very unobtrusive direct behavior of the old man.

   "Things that kill you are so precious?"

  The other party heard the words and immediately pulled down his face: "Little girl, what nonsense! I think you are here to make trouble. Since it's not a trivial matter, don't delay my business."

  It’s impossible to go. How can Qin Ruan give up if he doesn’t get what he wants.

  (End of this chapter)