"This, it depends on fate."

Feng Wuxin put the empty bowl aside and wiped the soup from the corner of Gu Yunya's lips with a square marble.

“Why?”

This sentence appeared in the palm of your hand, which made Gu Yunya panic.

"Don't be afraid, you will definitely be able to speak when you see it, but I don't know whether to see it first, hear it first, or speak first, this is the fate I am talking about."

Feng Wuxin also smiled, looking at Gu Yunya's handsome look, her little heart was tugging.

Standing aside, he was so gloomy that he was looking at the prisoner's dead face. This dead woman actually dared to tease their young master with a bad taste.

Feng Wuxin, wait. When the young master recovers from his illness, he will definitely count the new and old hatreds of these days together. Then see if you can still laugh.

"What are you looking at? My face is not blooming."

It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by the dead face. Feng Wuxin turned his head and glanced at Zhao Ming, and raised his middle finger to express his politeness to greet his ancestors for the 18th generation.

It was already afternoon to leave Gu's house, and Feng Wuxin was walking lazily on the street.

Everything was indeed as Mr. Qi said. Even though the eyes of passers-by were filled with contempt and contempt for her, they didn't even dare to fart.

I think Mo Yi did this because he took into account his image. How could the dignified Yan Guo Jiu Qiansheng be discredited by this matter? So he used tough measures to block all sources of information.

Well, this must be the reason.

The next day, Snow God Festival.

It's a rare sunny day, with sunshine, and I can't help but feel very happy.

Early on, Feng Wuxin prepared breakfast and delivered it to Luoyuan, and then slept back on Mo Yi's bed.

Yan Ming was so angry that he wanted to drag Feng Wuxin out of the bed and throw it onto the snow outside.

This woman is really outrageous. If it weren't for her usefulness to Qiansui, he would have absolutely broken Feng Wuxin into pieces.

I don’t know if it was agreed upon. It seems that all the master’s guards don’t like Feng Wuxin very much, whether it is Gu Zhai’s dead face, Yan Ming from Qiansui Mansion, or Gao Heng from the Princess’ Mansion.

However, Feng Wuxin was too lazy to pay attention to Yan Ming when she was not asleep, and a woman who fell asleep didn't know what was born outside.

In his dream, Feng Wuxin once again returned to the world covered with white petals.

Just like the last time, in the center of the world, a huge flower tree bloomed to the extreme.

But this time, there was no one under the flower tree.

Feng Wuxin walked forward, stretched out her hand and gently touched the trunk of the flower tree. A faint coldness flowed from between them, and a sense of familiarity echoed in her mind, even though she knew clearly that she was in a dream.

"You are an illusion after all."

A smile, helpless and sad.

Feng Wuxin sat on the ground with her back against the tree trunk, her eyes drifting into the distance in a daze. The pictures in front of her were all the things she had born in the 21st century.

In the 21st century, she was a bounty mercenary. She lived in the boundary between life and death every day, enjoying her life in time, and enjoying her life for one day. This is her fate.

But during a mission, she met that man. She was so elegant and pure, and she was completely from two worlds, and she was full of blood and dirty hands.

Gradually, the two of them got closer. She thought about washing their hands and staying away from the right and wrong place, finding a quiet and peaceful small county town to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved.

But it was beautiful to think about it, but the facts were very skinny. She eventually died, at the hands of her beloved.

In fact, she had known the true identity of a man for a long time and knew that his purpose was to take revenge.

In that daydreaming, he was the man smiling under the tree.

Under the flower tree, Feng Wuxin slowly let out a breath, as if she was remembering the past and the lost love.

Because of the Snow God Festival, Mo Yi stayed in the palace. Feng Wuxin, who had no one to disturb him, slept for a long time. When he woke up, it was already evening.

Listening to the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the night sky, Feng Wuxin was ready and stepped out of Qiansui Mansion with great confidence and entered the bustling and bustling street.

The day of the Snow God Festival is the festival that the people of Yan Kingdom want to be ups and downs. Even the royal family wants to worship the Snow God Festival, and this is even more true for the people of the people.

In a magnificent temple, the golden statue of Fairy Snow God is erected in the hall. Feng Wuxin spent a considerable amount of money to find the temple to tell fortune after paying homage to the Snow God.

"Master, calculate my future fortune for me, can the Feng family be defeated? When will Yan Yunheng and Yancangzhou Mo Yi die?"

Miao Zhu, wearing a Taoist robe, looked at Feng Wuxin sitting opposite him, and his gray-bearded face was thrusting. If he hadn't had good psychological quality, he would have been frightened and vomited blood and died of death.

"Female donor, don't mess with me, I want to live two more days."

If the female donor in front of him had not given a lot of money, he would have had someone blown her out long ago.

"Female donor, if it's okay, I'll tell fortunes to the next person."

The implication is that if you have nothing to do, get out of business quickly and don’t delay him from doing business.

"Yes, yes, of course, there is. Master will calculate for me when I can get rich."

Feng Wuxin cleared her throat and seriously sniffed the temple to wish her when she could be rich.

As the saying goes, if you don’t say something strange and insulting, superstition is undesirable!

However, as long as you don’t blindly superstitious, it is okay to satisfy your curiosity a little.

"Please write your birth date on red paper, and the old man will do it."

"good!"

Feng Wuxin took a pen and wrote down his birth date on the red paper in front of the temple prayer. Although Miss Feng San and she were not born in the same year, it was a coincidence that they were born in their respective worlds on the same day of the same month.

"hiss"

The old Taoist pinched his fingers and calculated Feng Wuxin's fate, but within a moment, his white eyebrows raised high.

"Master, is there anything wrong?"

"It's so strange, it's so strange!"

Miao Zhu shook his head in confusion and calculated Feng Wuxin's fate again, but after all, he was the first result.

"According to the hexagram, you are a rare life of Sha Polang that you have seen in ten thousand years. Moreover, the life of the female donor has ended, I am confused, I am confused!"

Kill the Wolf's life?

Feng Wuxin has more or less understanding of metaphysics.

The so-called Sha Polang is one of Ziwei's fate, and it was named when the Qi Sha, Po Pojun and Tan Lang were in the three directions and four directions of the Life Palace.

Moreover, such people wandered all their lives ups and downs.

"Master, then do I have the Seven Killing Destiny, or Po Jun's Destiny or Greedy Wolf's Destiny?" Feng Wuxin asked again what kind of Killing Destiny was like. At this time, Temple Zhu raised his head and said something.
Chapter completed!