"Who said I'm looking for Yuqing's calf nose? I just want to go out for a walk and see if there's any fun in this world!"
Grandpa Zhuge glared at her and said, "Your master is gone a long time ago, why are you still looking for him?"
Yang Zimei also knew this fact, but when he said it so directly, his heart couldn't help but hurt, and his eyes were sore. He argued, "Then at least let him rest in peace, and not let his body be harmed by evil."
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"Okay, I'll let you know when there's news."
Grandpa Zhuge saw the aggrieved look on her face and said softly.
"Thank you, grandpa."
Yang Zimei said gratefully.
"You're welcome. What bothers me the most in my life is people thanking me delicately. If you want to thank me, treat me to a lot of meat next time you see me."
Grandpa Zhuge waved his big hand and said.
"Grandpa, I brought her to see you this time, and I want you to help her calculate her fortune."
Zhuge Mingzhu said hurriedly, "Her horoscope is very strange. I tried to deduce it several times just now, but the result was very messy and I couldn't figure it out."
"oh?"
Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei's face, focused his eyes on the bright red cinnabar on her forehead, and nodded slightly, "The face is indeed strange, no wonder Yuqing's little naughty nose wants to accept her as his apprentice."
Yang Zimei reached out and touched his forehead.
She was reborn, and she was hit by the Jade Purification Bottle of the Clay Bodhisattva, which seemed to have opened her eyes at once, making her IQ clearer.
Grandpa Zhuge asked her birthday and horoscope, and then asked them to go out and wait outside. He wanted to stay in the room alone to calculate without any interruption.
Yang Zimei and others also left the hut.
After all, Rong Lanxi was a child, so when she saw those beautiful flowers and plants, she started to smell them here and there. Yang Zimei also found a few precious medicinal materials here, and later asked Grandpa Zhuge for some for later use.
After about two hours, there was still no movement inside the hut.
Zhuge Mingzhu was a little anxious, worried that something might happen to his grandfather inside.
He began to regret asking his grandfather to help Yang Zimei deduce numerology.
Yang Zimei was also a little worried.
She calmed down, raised her ears and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
Her hearing is extremely keen, and she can almost feel everything moving inside.
There was no sound inside, except for the faint sound of Grandpa Zhuge's breathing.
This breathing sound was not the usual rhythm, but sounded like someone who was frightened and slightly messy.
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly in his heart.
From now on, she will not let anyone help her deduce numerology.
My own rebirth is a heaven-defying existence. How can ordinary people deduce this kind of numerology?
After another hour, Zhuge Mingzhu finally couldn't hold it in any longer and quietly opened the door to check——
"grandfather--"
He screamed and rushed in hastily.
Yang Zimei was startled by his shout, and hurriedly followed him in, then froze.
Grandpa Zhuge, who originally had black beard and hair, suddenly became completely white, and his dark complexion turned pale.
The desktop was in a mess.
His eyes were slightly demented, and he completely ignored Zhuge Mingzhu who rushed in. He continued to deduce something while mumbling words, as if he would not stop.