Chapter 223： Yan's Banxian

Yan Zhixu raised his feet and walked into the park.

Sit down on the stone stool, open the camouflage backpack, take out the paper, write a few words, and place it on the stone table.

When the other old people saw the camera that Jiang brother was carrying, they approached curiously, and when they saw the words on the stone table, their hearts moved.

I saw on the paper that "Yan's half-immortal, the hexagrams are not false"

Mo Shuan stood aside, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably when he saw these words.

Is this propaganda of feudal superstition? Shouldn't they be caught in a while?

An aunt with short hair and a kind face watched for a while and stepped forward, "Little girl, is your calculation accurate? How much does it cost?"

Yan Zhixu put his hand on the stone table and tapped casually, making a series of slight noises.

The laziness in her cat eyes subsided, with a little seriousness and seriousness, "What do you mean by your son's marriage?"

Aunt Li, who was still dubious at first, suddenly turned solemn, without any contempt in her eyes, and even changed her name.

"Master is right, I am indeed going to count the marriage for my son."

My son is in his thirties this year, and his career is also a proper civil servant with a golden job, but he has never talked about a girlfriend for so many years.

The grandson of the eldest son and his daughter-in-law has all gone to kindergarten this year. The marriage of the youngest son has not yet settled, how could she not be in a hurry?

Every time they try to introduce girlfriends to their younger sons, they end up disliking each other, always saying they lack a little feeling.

It's been so many years, and I don't have a girlfriend to bring home. I'm so anxious.

Yan Zhixu handed the pen and paper to Aunt Li, "Write down your son's birthday in eight characters."

Auntie Li took the pen and paper and sat down on the stone stool in front of her. She lowered her head and reverently wrote the eight characters of the birthday.

Seeing Auntie Li's concentration as if she was doing the college entrance examination papers, netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but come out and curse.

[Although Yan Zhixu deserves a lot of credit for this plane failure, he can't just do whatever he wants and fool honest people just because of his great credit? ! Angry.jpg]

【Fortune telling? Why don't you go to a place where all young people come to this corner? It's not because the money of middle-aged and elderly people is better to deceive! 】

[Sorry, I really can't bear to report the live broadcast room, if no one comes to deal with the ban, I will continue to report it. smile.jpg]

[The people upstairs are doing a good job, and this kind of thunderous method should be used to deal with this kind of liar, and it must not be tolerated. 】

[Um...Actually, I think everyone's maliciousness is too great? This is a variety show that may be based on the script as written. 】

[I don't think it's a script. I believe it to be true. When she was on the plane, Mr. Xu pinched her fingers to tell her fortune. At that time, her face was very ugly. Didn't the plane just break down later? 】

[Blind cat just met a dead mouse, but someone really believes that Yan Zhixu can tell fortunes? Really stupid. Silly cute.jpg]

[Will Yan Zhixu's conscience not hurt by earning hard-earned money from middle-aged and elderly people? pouting.jpg]

[How can a person without a conscience be heartbroken? 】

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The barrage in the live broadcast room was full of scolding, and the one who was regarded as a hero and respected the next second was trampled and scolded for nothing.

Aunt Li wrote the eight characters of the birthday, put down the pen, picked up the note with both hands and handed it to Yan Zhixu, "Master, please."