Chapter 1099

The young man's voice is light, like the melting of ice and snow on the mountain, and the sound of ice spring flows through his ears.

Young master Yan turned his head slightly, and his handsome face was like ice and snow.

Yin Hong ruomei smiled on her thin lips.

The smile is shallow and light, like ridicule rather than ridicule, like ridicule rather than ridicule.

Falling to the bottom of my eyes, there was an instant of ice gas into my body, which made people whoosh, as if they were sober by the ice.

The girls were stunned and dragged away by the monks.

But the people in the Zhai room couldn't take back their eyes when they looked at the boy.

When the young man spoke, he showed the ultimate dignity.

It seems that just now, if you say that, it may be funny for others.

Spit it out of her mouth as if it were a matter of course.

This teenager is far more charming and meaningful than those on the Internet.

The atmosphere is extremely strong, which is not comparable to those so-called entertainment stars.

Yan Tao: photos.

Xiao Qi: I do things, master. You don't trust me.

I also secretly gave her a small gift.

I won't tell you about it.

Hee hee

It's half past eight.

Qin Zong and Yan Tao walked to a secluded courtyard. The walls of the courtyard were covered with Parthenocissus.

Qin Zong opened the door, took the boy's hand into the yard and knocked on the door gently.

"Benedict -"

"Dudu -"

As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw the burning sandalwood in front of the window, which turned into clouds and smoke, quiet and peaceful.

Next to the tea table sat a middle-aged Taoist who looked like a man in his early fifties, with clear eyebrows and eyes, long beard and hair.

White dusts are quietly placed between the arms, and the eyes are slightly closed.

It's a completely ten Taoist school and an expert style school.

Young master Yan slightly raised his eyebrows: Well, this forced dress is good.

"Taoist Qingyang."

Qin Zong lowered his eyes and shouted to him. He sat at the table with Yantao and Qingyang.

Qingyang opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes, which were narrow and sharp, and the left and right pupils showed different colors.

The left eye is light gray and the right eye is dark.

Born with different pupils.

Yan Tao gently raised his eyes.

His eyes were slightly surprised.

Double pupil color, Yin on the left and Yang on the right.

If the eight characters agree, it can be judged by Yang Jian.

I can't complain. The old abbot of Tanga temple will consult the Taoist priest.

Yangjian sentence is a legendary figure from the beginning.

Even she was the first time I saw her.

Taoist Qingyang looked at the handsome young man opposite and his eyes moved slightly.

Qin Zong raised his eyes to see Qingyang: "Taoist priest, can you see it?"

"Well, I still need the eight characters of my birthday."

Qin Zong's thin lips opened slightly and reported Yan Tao's birthday.

Hearing the speech, Qingyang looked at Yan Tao again, smiled and shook his head, "Xiao Zong, I told you that the man you asked me to count is dead. The eight characters of the birth date is a sign of early death. A man should only live to the age of eight, and he will be a dead soul in the reincarnation path."

"Presumably, the child is not what you said."

Xiao Qi clenched his fist nervously: fuck!

Master, the old Taoist priest's TM is high, my shit!

It can be calculated only by eight characters. People are dead!

Yan Tao narrowed his eyes slowly, and the peach blossom eyes were shining with a sharp and cold light.

She also measured the life of noumenon three times in a row, but the divinatory symbols were chaotic, and she couldn't measure his real life at all.

It's like life has been hidden.

Yan Tao thought it was because he occupied the body that he couldn't measure it.

Unexpectedly, there are people on this planet who have reached such a high level of divination cultivation.

"You said she died when she was eight?"