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503. Temple Fair Festival (21)

Huang Punuoxi frowned slightly and squinted at Wang Ya'er with sharp eyes, as if to warn her.

She lowered her head knowingly, but there was still a faint light of expectation in her lowered eyes. Suddenly her eyes changed, and she stared doubtfully at the stone road paved with small pebbles on the ground. Her eyes gradually fell into deep thought.

among.

The face of the man just now seemed familiar? It seemed like he had seen it somewhere before?

And why did Huang Punuoxi look at him as if he saw a ghost and walk so fast?

She has never seen Huang Punuoxi lose control so much, and she has never seen her eyes red. Is she crying?[

When she thought about whether she was crying, Wang Yaer suddenly raised her head and stared at Huang Punuoxi's perfect profile face, her eyes unblinking, as if she were studying something weird.

The fortune teller laid his hand on Huang Punuoxi's hand for a moment, his brows furrowed, as if a touch of sadness passed by, but it passed away in the blink of an eye, "Miss, be careful lately." He raised his jaw, and what he wanted to say,

But he only said this sentence.

She is a human being, but she is not herself.

He originally thought it was very simple, just a wisp of ghost residing in someone else's body. However, he didn't know that this person was so complicated. She was this person, but not this person. And there were so many secrets in her body, so he thought

I have lived almost my whole life, and I have never met such a person.

There are some things that cannot be said, so all I can say is be careful.

Be careful? Huang Punuoxi's hand on the small table stiffened. What did the fortune teller find on her?

How do you say be careful? He blinked slightly in confusion, a trace of ridicule flashed across his beautiful eyes, and thought to himself, "When did you believe this?" Then, the corners of his lips curled into a thin arc.

Unexpectedly, she, a person in the 21st century, would actually fall into thinking about what a fortune teller said. She should just laugh it off.

But I didn't expect to think about his words for a moment.

Wang Ya'er frowned slightly, looked at the fortune teller, and said displeasedly, "I asked you to tell her marriage, but you told her to be careful lately. Fortune teller, can you tell it?"

"Miss --- be patient, I haven't finished speaking yet." The fortune teller was blind, turned his head slightly, raised his chin, and said to Wang Ya'er warmly.

Wang Yaer was slightly startled by his words. He didn't even look at her. On what basis could he insist that she was a woman?

Wang Yaer immediately calmed down her suspicious expression, coughed deliberately, and lowered her voice to the lowest level. The low and hoarse voice did not have a trace of gentleness, but instead had the feeling of decaying driftwood, "Fortune teller, I am a man. You

But he said I was a woman."

The fortune teller chuckled, stopped talking, turned his head slightly, and said to Huang Punuo Xi, "The destined person is just around the corner."

Huang Punuoxi's eyes were stunned, and she looked at the fortune teller with a little more secret thoughts in her heart. A faint and elegant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she stood up suddenly and saluted, "Thank you, old fortune teller, for your kind words. How much?"

Silver?"

If someone does the math for you, but you don’t believe it, that’s okay. At least you have to be polite.
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