There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

If he really endures this tone, this vest, number eight on the mysterious list, probably won't want to hang out in the circle of extraordinary beings.

"How about Xiao Gua Xian, just give him a fortune and that's it."

There are extraordinary people with strong backgrounds in the crowd who dare to speak loudly at this time: "Why don't you just bet money? Just fool around and it's over."

"Mao Shi, are you mentally ill?" Wen Botao opened his mouth and scolded: "There is a casino where we can decide the outcome!"

Mao Shi would not bet with him. This person was typically jealous when he lost. Besides, why should he bet with him?

“You’ll have to beat me in a one-on-one fight before you can talk to me.” Mao Shi taunted, “Do you dare to have a duel with a real man offline?”

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Wen Botao was not fooled: "Don't think that I don't know about the relationship between Sister You and Liu Wuya."

He brought the topic back: "Hey, fortune teller, hurry up and tell Grandpa a fortune. I'll let you go after that."

Chen Banxian still shook his head and felt that this person was really stupid.

His tone was slightly condensed: "It seems that I will add another rule to my fortune-telling in the future. It is not wise to take advantage of it.

The crowd suddenly suppressed laughter, "Pfft..."

Wen Botao Boran was furious: "Are you scolding me?"

"You are unjust and don't take advantage of it." Chen Banxian emphasized again. This is a professional ethics in the metaphysics circle.

But there are very few people who can truly achieve the goal of not occupying the three categories. Unfortunately, he is one of the few.

I, Chen Banxian, abide by the rules and am very tired.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Wen Botao began to threaten, his eyes narrowed: "If I want to make a person disappear, there are many ways."

"Then just make me disappear here." Chen Banxian also narrowed his eyes: "Do you dare to give me your horoscope? It only takes a moment to kill you."

Wen Botao: "Mysticism is amazing? It's not like I don't know mystical friends. Can you kill me?"

Chen Banxian said two words calmly:

"Do you dare to take action on this turtle thing? If not, just go away. Who are you to influence labor and management's fortune-telling?"

Wen Botao's fists were squeezed and tightened, but he still did not dare to make a move.

If you try to embarrass your cousin here, I'm afraid he will be beaten half to death with a steel bar when he goes back.

"Oh, my cousin is one of the twelve. I will settle the score with you after today."

After saying this, he disappeared into the crowd, obviously not intending to spend any more time with Chen Banxian.

However, the crowd gave way to Wen Botao's position one after another, expressing their unwillingness to let him disappear into the crowd.

We haven't seen enough of the show, so you continue to make trouble. This is much more interesting than fighting monsters.

"Don't be afraid, little Gua Xian. I'll bring my sister to you later for a fortune telling. No one will dare to do anything to you."

Mao Shi yelled, he felt happy when Wen Botao was unhappy.

Others also joined in the fun: "At worst, we won't be able to leave the shelter. No one here dares to break the rules openly."

"The bright side? Is there a dark side to the meaning?" Someone showed up.

People looked intently, md, a piece of shit from the journalism department!

Don't try to fight them because they will try to get you in the next day's paper.

Chen Banxian took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Half an hour flew by.

He put away the hexagram booth and straightened the paper bag:

"Your cousin? One of the twelve? Very powerful?"

Chen Banxian walked towards the conference hall: "I'm sorry, I am number eight on the mystery list, and I happen to have a little bit of qualifications."

No, is he crazy?

Wen Botao, who was trying his best to disappear into the crowd, jumped out again:

"Do you think anyone can go? Look at who the extraordinary beings are guarding?"

"Zhuo Xun, from a family of swordsmen.

Don't move the barriers, Jiang Bufan.

Shining new star, Yiwu Hao. "

He thought about each person individually. If these people hadn't maintained order, he would have taken action long ago.

"Without an invitation letter, even if you are the biological sister number one on the combat power list, you won't be able to do it!"

A woman in the crowd cursed from a distance: "Who the hell are you scolding, Wen? Look back and wait until I kill you!"

Wen Botao flinched and opened his mouth to deny: "Who, who is pretending to be talking to me, is it you? Is it you?"

"I saw what you said, you're finished!" Bie Xue shouted from a distance, threatening to hack this thing to death with a knife.

Hey, good guy, Xiaoxiaole’s sister was blown up?

The crowd was attracted again, and Chen Banxian came to the door of the meeting at this time.

The three guards smiled: "Master Chen, I thought you were going to teach that kid a lesson, but I didn't expect your prime minister to be able to support a boat."

Who cares about this connotation?

Chen Banxian narrowed his eyes: "I thought you didn't recognize me. Since you did, why didn't you help me just now?"

help?

The three of them looked at each other. They had read the information and knew how terrifying this person was. Didn't they steal his limelight by going?

Good guy, are you watching yourself make a fool of yourself?

He took out his small notebook from his body, turned over the thick section at the front, and started writing.

Unable to move the barrier, Jiang Bufan had sharp eyes and hurriedly reached out to block the small book!

One of his friends revealed gossip that the people who had been recorded in this little notebook were tortured to a state of disgrace, and it was said that they had suffered cruel torture on their hands.

Maintain one movement and you won't be able to move for two days.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" He looked around and found a thick stone brick: "Master Chen, let me vent your anger!"

In the crowd, Wen Botao saw what Paper Bag Head said to the three people, and then Jiang Bufan came over carrying a stone brick without moving the barrier.

"Boy, you are playing dirty!"

Wen Botao hurriedly explained to Jiang Bufan: "Don't move the barrier, my cousin is Cai Mujin, I told you that there is a misunderstanding on this matter, it is...

Jiang Bufan couldn't bear to close his eyes: "Friend, I'm sorry, I have no choice but to do this."

Chen Banxian entered the conference room. There was an earth-shattering scream behind him, and the crowd onlookers closed most of their eyes in horror.

I only dare to leave a crack to see.

Someone found another bright spot: "Then the number eight on the mystery list really made it?"

"I know, let's watch this show first."

"He can even command Jiang Bufan. He is indeed a master. I must ask him for a divination later.

However, I’d better watch the show for now, as I’ve long wanted to teach this grandson a lesson. "

They regretted that their mobile phone was scrapped. If they had known better, they would have used a generator to charge it and record it.

At the door, the bright star Yi Wuhao and the swordsman family Zhuo Xun didn't see them, so Chen Banxian quietly wrote down their names.

Entering the conference room, twelve people looked at him.

Die Yunfei stood in front of the screen. Counting him, there were thirteen people in total.

Very good, there are thirteen people in the Twelve Conference, which is very politically correct.

He glanced around and saw several acquaintances. From their slightly open mouths, it could be seen that they were surprised at his arrival.

"Master, sit here."

You Ye was the first to speak. Beside her was an ordinary-looking man—Liu Baiyuan.

As she was talking, there was someone else on the chair, and it was also a familiar figure.

Lin Tian was very resentful: "Sister You, I'm still sitting."

"What's the relationship between the two of us? You sit over there." Youye pushed each other, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

There is a story!

Chen Banxian glanced at Die Yunfei subconsciously, Sister, do you know about this?

Look at me? For some reason, Die Yunfei actually understood the look in Chen Banxian's eyes. He coughed dryly and said, "Master Chen is here. Sit down quickly. This matter is very important. Let's keep the story short."