A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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"Are you itchy? Be careful, I'll beat you up." With a move of five fingers, the ax broke the window and flew directly to Little Pink Die's hand.
"!!!" Lai Fu quickly shut his mouth.
But the bandits below refused to shut up.
“How could Miss possibly lie to me?! She must have been bullied by those shameless people. Once I marry her, I will definitely protect her well and buy a few concubines to serve her. I will never let her suffer any injustice.” A bandit shouted loudly.
"Pah!" The most clever of the bandits, a dark-skinned and thin man, spat fiercely at his companion's face. "Don't talk nonsense! The girl has her eye on me. What does that have to do with you guys? She gave me a look before. It's just a temporary measure for her to target you."
"Can you guys please stop with those unrealistic fantasies?"
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The short bandit leader, along with his two underlings, the three seasoned veterans of the bandit gang, leaned their heads together and silently rolled their eyes in exasperation.
I think these four people are arguing so badly.
This place is a poor, remote area; what rich young lady could there be? Would she be waiting to be married off by these bandits?
That's just wishful thinking; they should use their brains and think it through properly.
However, they were extremely hungry. They had only eaten a little something in the morning, and their minds were filled with the torment of hunger. They had no time to judge who among the four bandits was the rightful husband of the young lady.
Little Pink Butterfly herself was listening with great interest, sitting on a roof beam with Lai Fu and the other two ghosts, as if they were listening to the most exciting drama in a theater, while also cracking sunflower seeds.