The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

  When we arrived in Australia, Yan Tao planned to feel the local customs here.

  She simply put on a white sweater and trousers and went out.

  Carton Hotel is located in the center of the Australian city. Standing on the street, it is full of high-rise buildings. The beam of light on the side of the street rotates to reflect the colorful light.

  Yantao walked around aimlessly, and accidentally turned into a small alley.

  The buildings on both sides of the alley are obviously a few years old, and many small stall owners are screaming and buying things, and they have everything in bits and pieces.

  Yantao found a stall that was obviously crowded. She thought it was for food, and glanced at the wooden sign that was upright: The descendant of Maoshan, the iron mouth broke straight.

  She paused and raised her brows with interest. Is this... a fellow?

  However, she glanced at the middle-aged man sitting behind the stall.

  The eight-character Hu, very thin, quite dark, with small eyes rolling around, very shrewd.

  She shook her head and turned to leave. She just took a step out, and there were several shouts behind her, "Little brother, little brother."

   "My child, Master Song called you!"

  An old lady stopped Yan Tao and motioned her to turn her head. The Master Song touched her eight-character beard deeply and said to him, "I saw you shaking your head just now, but does not believe in Guashu really measure the good and bad for the future?"

Yantao squinted her eyes, and she happened to walk out of the position of the light. Everyone could only vaguely see the slender and tall figure, and heard the words in the dark, "The hexagram technique can kill good and bad, I believe it."

  Master Song smiled and stroked his beard, "Now there are not many young people who believe this. If the little brother believes me, I will count it for you."

  He intends to use Yantao as a signboard. Yantao chuckled lightly, with three-point coldness in his laughter, "I believe in yin and yang in the hexagram technique. As for you? Forget it."

  A liar who sells dog meat on her head actually lied to her.

Yantao laughed inwardly.

   Her words were very contemptuous, determined and indifferent, and did not save Master Song any face.

  Master Song's eyes changed, and he regained his previous unpredictable appearance. He shook his head and sighed.

   "The master meant that this child will have an accident?"

  Someone couldn't bear to ask. Of course, Master Song wouldn't answer, so he smiled and shook his head, pretending to be pretty immortal.

  "My son, Master Song is very accurate. Fortune-telling for us has never been missed! You should pay the Master quickly and let him see it for you."

"Yeah yeah!"

   "The master is very accurate."

   Yantao Taohua’s eyes are already stained with coldness at the moment, with a cold smile on her face, is she going to smash her head?

very good.

   "If you want to count, I will give you a chance."

   Accompanied by a cold voice, the young man walked out of the dim place. She was wearing a mask, showing only her forehead and eyes, but she was still full of extravagance.

  She walked over, the crowd of people subconsciously stepped back to give way, and their eyes moved with the temperament of the young man who seemed to be like an immortal.

   Yan Tao sat down on the simple chair, her peach blossom eyes fell on Master Song, "Come on, forget it."

  Four eyes facing each other, the young boy's eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he could see through everything, Master Song's heart suddenly burst.

  But soon, he cleared up his emotions.

  He has been in trouble for so many years. Isn’t he able to deal with a hairy boy?

  Master Song continued to pretend, force, and stroke his beard, "What do you want to be?"