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"grandfather, are you going to look for my master?"
Yang Zimei asked happily.
"Who said he wanted to look for Yuqing's calf nose? I'm going to go out and see if there's any excitement in the world! "
Zhuge's grandfather glared at her and said, "your master has long been gone. What are you looking for?"
Yang Zimei also knew this fact, but when he said it directly, his heart still couldn't help but ache, and his eyes were sour. He argued, "at least we should let him live in peace, and we should not let his body be used by evil people."
"Well, I'll let you know if I have news."
Zhuge grandfather saw her face aggrieved look, also soft hearted way.
"Thank you, granddad."
Yang Zimei is grateful.
"You don't have to thank you. The most annoying thing in my life is that people thank you so much. If you want to thank you, you can invite me to eat a lot of meat next time you see me."
Grandfather Zhuge waved his way.
"Grandfather, I brought her to see you this time, and I want you to help her calculate the eight characters."
Zhuge Mingzhu hastily said, "her eight characters are very strange, I just tried to deduce a few times, the results are very messy, can't understand clearly."
"Oh?"
Zhuge grandfather looked at Yang Zimei's face, focused on the bright red cinnabar on her forehead and nodded slightly, "it's really strange that Yuqing's calf nose wants to take her as an apprentice."
Yang Zimei reached out and touched her forehead.
She was born again, and she was hit by the jade bottle of the clay Bodhisattva. It seemed that she was knocked open at once, and her IQ became transparent.
Zhuge grandfather asked her to be born eight characters, and then let them go out to wait outside. He wanted to shut himself up in the room and calculate without any interruption.
Yang Zimei and others also went out of the hut.
After all, ronglanxi is a child. When he sees the beautiful flowers and plants, he feels and sniffs everywhere. Yang Zimei also finds some precious medicinal materials here. I'll ask Zhuge grandfather for some.
After about two hours, there was still no movement in the hut.
Zhuge Mingzhu is a little worried. He is worried about whether his grandfather will have an accident in it.
He began to regret that he had asked his grandfather to help Yang Zimei deduce fate.
Yang Zimei is also a little worried.
She calmed down, pricked up her ears and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
Her hearing is extremely keen, and she can almost feel the movement and movement in it.
There was no sound inside, only faintly came the breath of Zhuge grandfather.
It was not the usual rhythm of the breath, but rather like a frightened, slightly disordered sound.
Yang Zimei smiles bitterly in his heart.
In the future, she would not let anyone help her deduce fate.
Their own rebirth, is originally an adverse existence, this fate, how can ordinary people deduce it?
Another hour later, Zhuge Mingzhu finally couldn't help it, and quietly opened the door to check --
"grandfather --"
he screamed and rushed in.
Yang Zimei's heart was startled by his cry, and hurriedly followed in, then froze.
Zhuge's grandfather, who originally had black hair and beard, suddenly became all white, and his black and bright face turned pale.
The table was in a mess.
His eyes showed a slight dementia, completely ignoring the Zhuge pearl rushing in. He continued to deduce while chanting words.
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