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Chapter 120 Reception

"As the saying goes, a visitor is a guest. Matchmaker Dong, you have come all the way. I don't have any good tea or water here, so it would be rude. Why don't I do the math for you as a treat?" Shu Yao's lips curved upward.

Curious, very polite, and really looks like a warm and hospitable host.

However, not everyone is lucky enough to experience her enthusiasm.

Dong Fangfang felt a little happy when she heard the beginning. She felt that Shu Yao seemed to be quite easy to talk to. But when she heard the rest, she started to feel a little uneasy.

It is said that if you don’t do evil things, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but people who do evil things have a guilty conscience and are not only afraid of ghosts, but also afraid of people.

Shu Yao's reputation as a master of fortune-telling is well known. People like her would never dare to step into a fortune-telling shop, let alone ask Shu Yao to do fortune-telling, if they didn't find a lucrative job.

Dong Fangfang waved her hand quickly: "Master Shu is too polite. We are all neighbors. There is no need to be so polite. Aren't you also in a hurry? It's better to get down to business first."

Having said this, seeing Shu Yao folding her arms and leaning against the door, looking at her with a half-smile, Dong Fangfang's eyes flashed, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

When he was flustered, but when he thought of the high price promised to thank the matchmaker, Dong Fangfang's mouth suddenly spoke faster than his brain could think, and he said again and again: "Master Shu is not young anymore, as the saying goes.

, The male senior should get married, and the female senior should marry. I have a young man here whose appearance and family background are beyond words. Together with Master Shu, he is a talented man and a beautiful woman. He is made in heaven..."

Watching with Shu Yao's calm and indifferent eyes, Dong Fangfang's voice slowly became weaker and weaker from the impassioned tone at the beginning, and finally silenced himself on his own initiative.

Shu Yao listened boredly, and when she saw the matchmaker closed her mouth in a sullen voice, she raised her hand and yawned lightly, then spoke slowly: "Courtesy is reciprocal. Since you have finished speaking, Matchmaker Dong, I will also say a few words."

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Shu Yao lowered her eyes slightly and took a look at Dong Fangfang, who was a head shorter than her: "Looking at your sunken mountain roots, blackened hall, gray forehead, and dull ears, I must have been living a bad life recently!"

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A person's face can tell many things, whether he is good or bad, a human or a ghost, lucky or unlucky.

However, Dong Fangfang is different from others, that is, without looking at her face, just by looking at the growing blisters at the corner of her mouth, you can tell how deep her bad luck is.

As the saying goes, God is watching what you do. If you have crooked thoughts and do a lot of illegal things, your heart is dark, and the evil spirit in your body is inevitable. If you have the ability, you can suppress this evil spirit.

If you have evil spirits, you can probably live for three to five years, but if you have no ability, are riddled with evil spirits, and have bad luck, you may not be far away from death.

Obviously Dong Fangfang belongs to the latter.

Hearing this, Dong Fangfang's face instantly turned pale, and he took several steps back in horror.

She was not only unlucky during this period, she was simply unlucky because her mother opened the door for her, and she was extremely unlucky.

I just stayed in the hospital for a month some time ago. I fell down the stairs and broke my leg. Not long after I was discharged from the hospital, I was dragged into an alley by some bastards who had killed me thousands of times and beat me up.

She was completely changed beyond recognition. It took her a full week and almost half a pound of powder before she dared to come out to see anyone.

If these were just pains on her body, there would be even more pain in her heart later on.

Dong Fangfang is greedy for money, loves money as much as life, and is extremely stingy. She doesn't trust the money she has in the bank, so she converts it all into cash and hides it at home. Seeing more and more red banknotes in the box, she feels in her heart

Not to mention how satisfying it is.

But not long ago, the iron box she bought specially had a hole in it for no reason. The damn mouse got in and wiped out all her money.

When Dong Fangfang opened the box, she saw the coffin book that had been stored for most of her life. It was in pieces and no money was given. She didn't take a breath and just poked it over. She fainted for several hours before she woke up.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to go to Shu Yao's shop during her unlucky period.

"Master Shu, are you kidding me?" Dong Fangfang showed a stiff smile and forced himself to laugh.

Shu Yao looked at her with a half-smile, "Whether it's a joke or not, no one knows better than you."

Dong Fangfang met Shu Yao's eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to see a red figure standing behind him in Shu Yao's eyes.

She shuddered, her heart pounded, her legs became weak, and most of her arrogance was extinguished. She put on a bitter face and said with a smile: "Master Shu, why don't you show me, I'm like this

When will the bad luck end?"

Although it is said that people die for money and birds die for food, when their lives are threatened, life is naturally more important than money. At this moment, Dong Fangfang no longer cares about the business of the big customer over there.

Shu Yao replied indifferently: "You should have heard of the four words karma and retribution. Whatever you sow, you will get what you get. Instead of asking me here, why not first think about what you have done."

At this point, Shu Yao added: "If you really don't understand, find a mirror and look at the big blisters at the corner of your mouth. You will naturally have the answer then."

Dong Fangfang's originally pale face became even more ugly. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. The bubble had grown bigger and bigger, and was now about the size of a baby's fist. It was not round to the touch, but bumpy.

It has a shape similar to human facial features.

She didn't know what she was thinking of, but she yelled, turned around, rolled around and ran away as if she was being chased by a dog.

"What bad thing did this person do? What the hell? He ran so fast in broad daylight." Mu Huaiwei was stunned. After all, no one else would be surprised to see an aunt in her fifties or sixties running at the speed of an athlete.

As a result, as soon as Mu Huaiwei finished speaking, there was a scream from outside that lasted for less than one minute.

Mu Huaiwei poked his head out curiously and looked outside the door.

Just a second ago, Dong Fang took off from the ground and fell on all fours, like a tortoise who had rolled over and couldn't get up.

The Dong matchmaker is better than the tortoise in that she is more flexible. Although she is quite old, her legs and feet are still very useful. After struggling for a few minutes, she finally got up and rolled away.

Just by the time she stumbled, the blisters at the corners of her mouth doubled in size. Now, even without anyone else telling her, she knew something was wrong with the thing at the corner of her mouth.

Dong Fangfang was so frightened that she peeed and hurriedly ran forward. Suddenly, there was a force of gravity from behind. She pounced forward hard, and the pounce happened to hit the wheel of a speeding car.

under.

At this moment, Shu Yao, Mu Weining, and Mu Huaiwei's aunt and nephew, who had already left the fortune-telling shop and planned to go to the hospital, happened to see this scene.

Mu Huaiwei rubbed his eyes subconsciously and said with some uncertainty: "Am I dazzled? I just saw a pair of hands pushing the matchmaker from behind."


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