Chapter 1102

The Yan family has Chen Tuan in hand to measure heaven, earth and people's lives.

The Yan family has rules. When they grow up, they calculate the fate of their descendants and arrange their future work and even their future according to their fate.

Yan Tao, as the legitimate son of the family owner, has never been arranged.

An artist can count heaven and earth, but he can't count himself.

This is true of all those who practice metaphysics.

Yantao gently moved his eyes.

Xiao Qi himself found a throne, sat down, smiled and said, "master, what are you going to do? You think it's good for you to tell the future young lady directly. What a simple thing to go back if you don't promise."

Tut.

This style doesn't look like his master.

Procrastination, procrastination.

Xiao Qi imitated the voice of an old man in his seventies and sighed heavily.

Yan Tao

The boy's fingers hanging on his side moved gently.

Qin Zong him, there is still a great disaster.

It's a life-threatening hit disaster. If you act rashly, any small mistake may lead to disaster.

Just like she used to be.

Yantao gently gathered up the emotion surging from the bottom of her eyes. She leaned down slightly, held the turtle shell and shook it gently. Her palm tilted, and the copper money slid down the turtle's mouth to the table.

Gululu rolled around and dumped on the table.

"Taoist Qingyang, this is my divinatory surface."

Qingyang nodded and slowly gathered all the copper coins in order.

There are words murmuring in your mouth, divination and divination.

The more you count, the ruddy and healthy face of Qingyang slowly turns pale.

He slowly gathered the smile in his eyes and began to sweat on his forehead.

The young man's life

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly!

Among the diviners he saw all his life, Qin Zong's life was very expensive, but very dangerous.

The boy's life style is far more strange than that of Qin Zong.

Her hit was not only heavy, but also faintly revealed the light belonging to the purple micro star.

The light was very weak and completely blocked by the seven murderous Qi. If he hadn't been very good at Taoism and had half a judge printed on his body, I'm afraid he couldn't even calculate a little.

Taoist Qingyang's lips wriggled faster and slower. In the end, his fingers trembled slightly, but his thumb never fell.

Qin Zong's eyes stayed on Qingyang's sweaty face, and his eyes were tight.

In the imperial capital, Qingyang is already the highest of Taoism.

He rarely lived in Qingyang temple when he joined the WTO.

The metaphysics Association once invited him many times, but Qingyang refused.

Qin Zong frowned. Many years ago, Gu He, who had not yet become president, asked Qingyang for divination.

It only took Qingyang three minutes to finish the divination.

Now, ten minutes have passed.

Sandalwood was burning quietly in the room. Master Yan's peach blossom eyes looked like a smile. His slender fingers held the tea cup and looked down at the smoke curling up in the cup.

Xiao Qi buttoned up the small chair under his ass: Master, master, can the old man succeed?!

It's in a hurry.

The answer was Qingyang's long sigh.

When the breeze blew, Qingyang only felt a penetrating coolness.

After the divination, the clothes behind him were all wet, and the aura in his body was completely pumped by the divination.

I'm afraid I can't use Taoism for half a year from today.

He smiled bitterly.

I'm afraid I have to ask black and white impermanence to ask him for leave tonight.

Qingyang was sitting upright on the futon with a straight back. At this time, the eyes on the young man's face were completely changed.