Chapter 140 The Right Hand Is Too Murderous

The air was filled with a stuffy fire.

Even on a dark night,

After qingming festival, it was obvious that the temperature was rising day by day.

The night in the city was not clear, but rather misty in the distance. It was just a literary crepe that occasionally young people groaned without illness. In fact, more people used to call it smog!

Zhou city, university city.

It seemed that when every student was very young, they had been instilled in the whole society an idea that the university was the ivory tower, and countless people worked hard to enter the ivory tower, studying hard for twelve years.

However, it was not until after entering the ivory tower that people were shocked to find that the ivory tower actually had seven emotions and six desires. It was also a small society, and there was another side that could not be seen in the shadow.

For example, hair salons that were doing a lot of business every day without equipment...

For example, I don't know why I always like to have red lights on, and there are many massage shops with little sisters...

For example, the youth hotel, which often has a small blackboard hanging at the entrance, offers 10 % off for the youth, 20 % off for christmas, and 20 % off for valentine's day.

For example, the university couple's half-price abortion hospital, and also a free gift of the former imperial physician's "Life of sexual knowledge lecture hall" cd package...

And the university city at night is the most prosperous university city.

Couples, riders, internet cafes, barbecue stalls, beer bottles of the push cup to change the figure, a continuous stream.

At this time, Fang Zheng appeared in Zhou city university city.

At this time, he did not stay in the Underworld shop as usual, but appeared in the university city like an unemployed bum. It was obvious that he was unemployed.

Three days had passed since Zuo qianhu said Mr. Fu was coming back.

The chinese people usually say that they will pay you back in two days, gather for dinner in two days, and go on a long trip in two days... Two days here is an abstract term for time, usually ten days and a half months later. Zuo qianhu said that Mr. Fu would be back in two days, but Mr. Fu would be back in two days.

So on the third day, Fang Zheng was laid off and unemployed.

In all seriousness, it was not laid-off.

Instead, he gave up the opportunity...

...

Generally speaking, although the university is open to the outside world and becomes a free scenic spot, it is only limited to daytime. At night, all the universities were the same, and no one was allowed in.

Zhou city university city, Normal university.

There was a small street next to the old Renwenxueyuan.

As a densely populated university city, it was also very lively at night. Small restaurants, food stalls, self-reliant university students who worked hard to earn living expenses to set up stalls, internet cafes...

Even outside the school, the mystic daoists had come to the university city to steal territory, fantasizing about collecting wool from college students to become rich.

At this time, Fang Zheng pretended to be sitting in front of a fortune teller booth closest to the Renwenxueyuan. In the name of fortune tellers, he was actually paying attention to the development of the old Renwenxueyuan.

Fang Zheng never believed in these gangsters, so he casually extended his right hand. In fact, he kept his eyes on the old Renwenxueyuan, which was separated by a wall.

The fortune-teller in front of him was an old man in his fifties with a goatee. She was still wearing a taoist robe. However, this robe might be due to the costume, even if it was slightly bleached. He didn't throw it away.

However, not to mention, putting on such an obviously aged white taoist robe, it really has a somewhat ethereal and immoral temperament.

Well,

People call this the heavy breath of history.

The wine still smells old.

The fox is still old cunning.

The fortune-teller looked up at Fang Zheng, who came to make soy sauce, and did not immediately tell Fang Zheng's fortune. Instead, he spoke in a light voice and said, "Little brother, are you here to ruin the scene?"

The taoist robe, with its plain tone and calm demeanor, actually exudes such an air of superiority from the outside world.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Did the other party see something?

The fortune-teller twirled his beard and said with a faint force, "Little brother, do you know why there has been a saying of a man left and a woman right since ancient times?"

"Because a man's right hand is too murderous."

Fang Zheng: ..."

The right hand is too deadly.

This clearly meant something to him...

The fortune-teller looked up at Fang Zheng and said, "The palms are the same. Look at the birth and then the day after tomorrow. The man looks at the left hand and the woman looks at the right hand, because the man looks at the birth and the fate of the right hand with the left hand, and the woman looks at the fate of the right hand, and vice versa. The little brother comes directly with his right hand, which clearly comes with a murderous spirit."

Fang Zheng: ..."

What a blessing or curse.

In order to delay more time in the fortune-telling booth, Fang Zheng pretended to be a snake and changed his left hand.

This time, the fortune-teller stared at Fang Zheng's left hand for a long time. The more he looked, the more serious he became. Then he said, "Little brother is single now?"

Cough.

Fang Zheng quickly covered his embarrassment with a dry cough.

The fortune-teller continued, "Little brother, have you ever heard of a saying?"

"What are you talking about?" Fang Zheng became interested.

"The bigger the palm, the lonelier." The fortune-teller was still so indifferent.

"The left hand is born the day after tomorrow, the left hand represents the predestined destiny of the first person born. The palm of the little brother's left hand shows that he is going to be alone in this life, but I have a way to resolve it..."

Fang Zheng's face darkened immediately.

Is this a curse for his single life?

After practicing martial arts, his physique was different from normal people. The bigger his hands, the lonelier he was.

At first, he thought that the old godstick in front of him was quite professional, but before two or three sentences, he had already revealed his true colors.

Fang Zheng interrupted the fortune-teller's unfinished words and said with a chuckle, "Did the master hear another sentence?"

"The grand master is holding hands with the poor monk. The heifer can sit on the wires."

"??"

The fortune-teller looked confused.

"Pretend to be struck by lightning." Fang Zheng laughed.

Fortune-teller: ..."

Hmm?

Fang Zheng suddenly noticed something and stared at the fortune-teller without blinking.

Previously, due to the dim sky and the fact that his attention was not entirely on the fortune-teller, he took a closer look and immediately noticed that the fortune-teller in front of him looked familiar.

But for a moment, he could not remember where they had met.

The fortune-teller was glared at by Fang Zheng and suddenly felt a chill.

"You... What do you want to do?" The fortune-teller was a little nervous this time and could no longer pretend to be indifferent.

"Master, have we met somewhere before?" Fang Zheng asked thoughtfully.

The fortune-teller said directly and righteously, "Little brother, what I do here is a tough business. Every fortune-telling time is an opportunity to reveal the truth. It will harm the Yin de and reduce yang shou. Every fortune-telling time is ten yuan, you can't lose money, you can't be fooled. You don't even want to give a discount on the ten yuan, right?"

"I remember you!"

"Have you ever set up a stall in the Zhou city people's hospital and sold fake secret books?"

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed with laughter.

Just then!

Ordinary soul + 1, ordinary soul + 1, floated out of the old Renwenxueyuan wall by wall.

Fang Zheng's eyes were smiling more like a fox's face.

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