The heroine has been with me for a hundred years (quick travel) + extra episode

Before she finished speaking, she saw the woman take out a gold ingot from her waist and put it gently on the table.

"Excuse me." Then she said softly, "Let's forget it now."

Chapter 9

Ever since Lin Ruoxue carried him out of Ren Zhai, An He hadn't seen Jin Yuanbao for a long time.

Looking at the ingot of ingot on the table, An He couldn't help crying.

"Long time no see!" She sighed, swallowing all the tears in her heart.

"Promise." The system clicked his lips.

"Don't forget, you just told people that noon is not a fortune, so don't..."

"Did I say that?" Before the system finished speaking, An He suddenly asked him a question.

"This is a unique time, so it should be counted!" Then she laughed.

System: "..." He wanted to change to a more promising host.

The woman sitting on the bench was still waiting there, showing no sign of leaving.

An He put the shovel back in the kitchen, washed his hands with concentration, and then returned to the stall and sat down.

An He: Before touching gold ingots, you must wash your hands for a little fragrance.

During the time she was tossing back and forth, the woman sat there quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

It wasn't until An He sat across from her and took her hand to look at the palmistry pretendingly that she finally restrained her smile.

It's just that the eyes hidden behind the mask narrowed slightly, with a different breath.

Inside... there is an undercurrent surging.

"Originally, I was not lucky at noon." After reading the palmistry, An He picked up the gold ingot and put it aside without even looking at it, as if he was not interested in money at all, "But you are a special case. Let me do the math for you."

"Thank you." The woman didn't ask why, but just nodded her thanks.

An He heard her voice a little strange, as if she was suppressing her on purpose.

But she didn't bother to ask for proof, and told the woman to ask her to pick three numbers from one to twenty.

The woman thought for a while, and finally spit out three identical numbers.

All one.

It was the first time An He heard someone choose numbers like this.

"Are you sure?" An He couldn't help asking, "It must be the number that comes to mind immediately in your mind, and you can't choose it deliberately."

"I know." The woman nodded, still unchanged.

"That's good." An He looked away, and reached for the string of bells beside the woman's hand, "What do you want me to give you?"

"Marriage," the woman said.

Although the word "marriage" is only two words, it covers a lot of content. An He sat there and waited for her to continue talking, but the woman didn't open her mouth at all.

An He had no choice but to guide her slowly, trying to get her to talk more, so that he could have a score in his heart.

"Whose marriage is it?" She asked, her eyes sweeping across the woman's face.

Although the fox face mask looked weird, it didn't look awkward when worn on her face, on the contrary it was very suitable.

Let her whole person look mysterious and beautiful.

What kind of beauty is that called...

"Account on my marriage with a lady from a great family." Before An He could remember what kind of beauty it was, the woman had already opened her mouth.

This time the voice sounded very pleasant, and it was no longer suppressed.

"I had already left her by my side." The woman said softly, a faint smile flashed in her eyes, "It's a pity that she suddenly disappeared in front of me."

"I've been looking for her for a long, long time, from sunrise to sunset, day and night..." She spoke slowly, with a calm tone, without any emotion.

But An He was frightened into a cold sweat by her words.

What a familiar plot, what a familiar voice!

This, this person can't be Lin Linlin...

An He swallowed, even stuttering in thought.

Relying on his last smack of stubbornness, An He stood up coldly, and pushed the gold ingot on the table back to the woman.

"I'm sorry, girl." Immediately afterwards, she frowned slightly, "I can't calculate your divinity, please find another master."

"Don't." The woman smiled, got up from the bench, and stood face to face with her, breathing almost on An He's body, "Great Immortal, such a small hexagram, how can you How can it not be calculated?"

An He was silent for a long while when asked by her, and finally struggled to utter a sentence, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I've done the math." She raised her eyebrows, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, "It's fierce."

After she finished speaking, the woman in front of her didn't speak for a long time.

After An He finished pretending, he withdrew his gaze with lingering fear, turned around and wanted to escape upstairs, even his movements were smooth.

"Are you fierce?" Just before she took a few steps, the woman behind her suddenly laughed.

Immediately afterwards, An He felt a sudden change in the surrounding aura, as if a strong wind was blowing around him, the skirts of his clothes were blowing, and even his steps were unsteady.

She gritted her teeth and desperately raised her feet to continue walking, but she couldn't take a step no matter what.