Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Seeing that the dragon has gone day by day, the depressed Min Gang stepped on the bicycle and wanted to ask who Yang Zimei was just now, but he was holding back again. He and she are not too familiar, so they are not qualified to ask.

"Get in the car!" He only said so to her.

Yang Zimei had just wanted to jump into the car, and suddenly remembered the phrase "you are not allowed to take that boy's car in the future", like a spell, and stopped.

She said with guilt to Min Gang: "Thank you, I want to walk, and the road is not far."

"Then I will go with you!"

"No need, I want to go by myself." Yang Zimei refused.

Min Gang's Junxiu's face flashed with disappointment, and she took a deep look at her, her voice slightly depressed, "Okay, then you be careful, I'll go back."

"bye."

"See you tomorrow at school!"

Min Gang showed a slightly reluctant smile, waved his hand at Yang Zimei, and pedaled his bicycle far away.

Yang Zimei looked at his distant young back, sighed slightly, and walked slowly in the street.

"Miss, your Yintang is black, and there is blood disaster--"

Suddenly, someone pulled her skirt and said.

Yang Zimei turned his face to look at it, and found that he actually stepped into a fortune-telling street unconsciously, setting up several fortune-telling stalls, and pulling white cloths, except that he wrote some living gods and immortals. Gua Huasha and the like.

She had spent a lot of time in this street in the last life. She knew all the fortune tellers who stood here. The nickname of the fortune teller who wore her sunglasses and blind was called Dong.

Wu Dong ’s disabled wife died early, leaving her two sons. The two sons were extremely filial, betting on alcohol, not doing business, and often forced him to ask for money, even when he was drunk. Poor old man.

At that time, Yang Zimei was setting up a stall next to him. Although he was robbing him of his business, he felt sorry for a girl at a young age and had to be a magic stick. She also taught her a lot of tips for making a magic stick. blow.

The last life was regarded as his favor, and Yang Zimei did not poke his bragging skills of the magic stick, so he pretended to believe, listened to him vigorously bragging, and gave him the fifty dollars he brought with him, smiling Just leave.

Wu Dong took the fifty yuan, carefully touched it, looked at it, and found it to be true. He was very happy, and thought he had really cheated a big fish.

Seeing that he got the money, the bragging on the other side of the stall was jealous. When Yang Zimei passed by, he deliberately poked the crutch in his hand. "Miss, your face is pink, your eyes are narrow with spring, your pupils are darker than white, and your fish The tail is rising. If you want to commit a peach blossom, you must break it, otherwise you will be disfigured. It is most appropriate to find me. I got the guidance of the gods in my dream. "

Yang Zimei watched coldly as he was bragging.

Among the people she hated most in the last life, bragging is one of them.

This person is selfish and greedy, and has no ethics at all. He often tears down the peer's platform in order to grab business. Even once, he deliberately trampled Yang Zimei's fortune teller ...

She opened his eyes and looked at him, and then asked sarcastically, "You said that I was guilty of peach blossoms, I wonder if you calculated that you would have a catastrophe in the future?"

"I'm a living deity. Naturally, I can help you avoid evil, and I can help you avoid evil. If you don't believe it--"

He hadn't finished talking yet, and the tree above him suddenly didn't know what happened. He snapped it off and hit him on the shoulder stiffly, knocking him all over.

The corners of Yang Zimei's lips ticked slightly and drifted away.

She is not a living Lei Feng!

It's dark to see the person you hate is unlucky!

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