Live fortune-telling: beauty, you have a bad omen

As Bai Yaya spoke, she showed a self-moving expression, "Ah, I'm really a good person, even if the other party says that about me, I'm still not willing to let him lose his life... By the way, that person's face is as long as It also moved me, when his leg was broken and it was difficult for him to live, I appeared in front of him like a goddess descending to redeem him..."

Before she finished speaking, Bai Yaya couldn't hold back the joy on her face, and arrogantly raised her head and laughed.

A puppet covered in human skin like a puppets shrunk in such a girlish room like a shadow, for some reason, stared at Bai Ya standing in the light but smiling so ferociously, as if looking at her own obsession. Ya, guilt and nostalgia still flashed through those numb and desperate eyes.

This puppet in human form is a male with a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a height of 1.9 meters. His facial features look full of masculinity, but unfortunately, the old and desperate breath leaking out of his eyes abruptly destroyed the overall beauty of this face. Masculine coordination.

After hearing Bai Yaya's order, Zhang Xu, the son of Tianjiao who was previously named Zhang Xu, is now just a pathetic puppet who can only be driven by others. Zhang Xu is expressionless in his body. Driven by other things, he slowly merged his body into the shadows, and flew away from the night of the bustling Kyoto towards the shadow of the unknown distant mountain like an arrow that has left the string.

Before leaving, Zhang Xu still took a nostalgic glance at Bai Yaya, as if he saw another girl who would always smile shyly at him through Bai Yaya's body.

Bai Yaya looked at the mirror fragments scattered on the ground, Bai Yaya's appearance reflected by such fragments was very strange.

In the mirror, Bai Yaya is not her current appearance at all, but just a girl with sallow skin, petite body, and even looks a bit gloomy and vicious.

But around such a gloomy and absolutely unlovable girl, there is a soul-like thing that tends to be translucent.

On this soul, there is also a beautiful cheek, and the facial features on the cheeks are very correct. However, such delicate facial features are completely destroyed by the wailing expression of the soul. A classic beauty.

Although his expression was distorted, if Zhao Xu was still here, he would be very excited to recognize that the identity of this soul was his lover, Chen Meng.

The repairman that Chen Huai had ordered before finally came. He didn't know what could be changed in the Taoist temple, and what could not be changed, so he had to let the repairer repair the bedroom and the string of side rooms next to the bedroom for the time being.

After all, places like bedrooms are for people to live in. If one day a beam falls from the head while sleeping, it will not be beautiful.

While Chen Huai thought of this in his heart, he stood by the side and watched intently as the repairman took out a small hammer and tapped in the room he used to live in.

The repairman also seemed to be a very talkative person. He was busy with his hands all the time, and at the same time he didn't forget to talk to Chen Huai.

"Young man, come over and take a look. This table is about to collapse. At most, it is a shelf. I will add two supports to the inside of the table. I will fix the legs of the table again later. Thinking about it this way, this table It should last a little longer..."

Chen Huai remembered how the table was shaking non-stop when he used it on weekdays, so he nodded. At the same time, he immediately remembered the chair that had also started to wobble, so he quickly moved the chair over to facilitate repairs by the repairman. .

Although the repairman looks particularly rough, his work is very detailed.

Chen Huai supported the repairman with his hands, and the table that had just been reinstalled was shaken a few times, but the table could not be seen. It made a teeth-stinging creaking sound, and then showed a satisfied smile.

At this time, the decorator looked at Chen Huai's appearance several times, and then said in a strange tone of doubt, "Young man, why do I think you look so much like the anchor that my daughter saw in the video yesterday when she was watching her mobile phone? No, are you really the anchor on the phone?"

Chen Huai was stunned subconsciously for a moment before realizing that the decorator said, what exactly do these words mean?Then he nodded modestly, "Ah, if it's the anchor who tells people's fortunes online, then that's right, it's indeed me."

After hearing this, the decorator stopped working for a moment, raised his head and glanced at Chen Huai, who was smiling, with a slightly surprised tone.

"I didn't expect it to be really you. Hey, yes, I suddenly remembered that I also watched the second half of the live broadcast yesterday. Young man, what do you mean by those mysterious words you said in the second half of yesterday? Huh? I don't believe that such a beautiful little girl can really kill so many people, isn't that too unrealistic? After all, the little girl in the video has thin arms and legs, she doesn't look like that kind of... ..."

The decorator gestured a few times with his hands in distress, trying to express what he wanted to express with body language.

Chen Huai smiled kindly and explained, "Brother, haven't you thought about it? If I can really tell fortunes, it also shows that this world is completely different from what you know. Knowing places, some people actually mastered something similar to spells."

Brother Xiu raised his eyebrows and eyes, obviously treating what Chen Huai said as a joke. Seeing that Chen Huai said these words to perfuse himself, he shook his head and did not continue to dwell on the question he raised earlier, and turned his attention to All concentrated on the work under his hands.

The repairer is repairing the bed. This bed has been with Mr. Chen Huai for a long time. Although Chen Huai said that he dislikes this dilapidated little bed, he still has some concerns in his heart, so he made a special trip to let the repairer Fix yourself up.

While the decorator was repairing, Chen Huai huddled in the side room of the Taoist temple, flipping through some ancient books collected by his master.

These ancient trees are very old, and most of the ancient books can smell a pungent dust smell as soon as they are opened, and the color of the books has also turned into the yellow that has been through the years.

In particular, all the content recorded in these ancient books is very strange. It is not recorded in the vernacular Chinese commonly used by modern people, but more inclined to ancient classical Chinese.

Looking at these classical Chinese texts that are not only troublesome to look at, but also very easy to read, Chen Huai remembered the fear dominated by memorizing classical Chinese texts in junior high school.