Shen Jiao was not comforted at all. Instead, her sadness at losing ten taels of silver successfully turned into anxiety about her life being in danger.
From early morning, Li Wanglai was on high alert, waiting on the viewing platform for the tyrant's orders.
But the tyrant completely ignored him. Not only did he ignore him, he also complained that he was ugly and an eyesore, and demanded that he not appear in the tyrant's sight.
Li Wanglai was worried about displeasing the tyrant, so he tried his best to act as if he were a wisp of air with a very low profile.
Even breathing was done very carefully.
Seeing Shen Jiao's sullen expression, Li Wanglai sighed inwardly, "The highest level of flattery is to say the right thing at the right time."
He immediately stepped forward and whispered to comfort Shen Jiao, "This young lady is clearly destined for great wealth and honor; she will surely live a long and prosperous life."
Shen Jiao shook her head weakly, "Don't bother comforting me."
She felt like she was a huge victim of injustice.
Which long-lived person would be like her, constantly teetering on the brink of death?
"If you don't believe me, young lady, may I take a look at your palm?" Li Wanglai bowed slightly, his attitude respectful.
His smile is like that of Maitreya Buddha, making people lower their guard without feeling any sense of pretentiousness.
"You can read palms?" Shen Jiao looked up, a tuft of hair on her head swaying from left to right.
Ji Yan didn't seem to like the right side. She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and raised her hand to smooth her ahoge to the left.
However, after a short while, the ahoge (cowlick) returned to the right.
He continued digging, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Shen Jiao, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Stop making a scene."
Ji Yan: "Oh."
He agreed verbally, but his actions didn't stop.
Li Wanglai only drank a bowl of porridge when he got up early. He was a little hungry, but now he doesn't know what he ate, and suddenly he feels a little full.
Shen Jiao was skeptical of Li Wang's decision to have his palm read.
After all, Wang Fu, Li Wanglai's direct superior, also liked to use this trick. The only difference was that one looked at facial features and the other looked at palm lines.
Does this mean that the first necessary condition for a tyrant to hire employees is that he must be a charlatan?
If the employees are all charlatans, then is the big boss also a shaman?
She glanced curiously at the tyrant. Ji Yan, having finished playing with his hair, was flipping through some papers, which seemed to be some kind of list, but she didn't know what its purpose was.
He didn't look up, but his fingers precisely pinched her cheek.
It was as if she was being punished for her wild thoughts.
Shen Jiao wondered if Ji Yan also had a pair of eyes growing from her temples.
Li Wanglai felt not just a little full, but also very stuffed.
Some people may appear to be working, but in reality, their hearts, eyes, and even peripheral vision are filled with you, and you are the only one in their lives.
Shen Jiao asked again, "Lord Li, are you really good at palm reading?"
"Hey, girl, you still don't believe me?" Li Wanglai rolled up his sleeves, spread out his chubby palm, and showed her with his other finger.
He explained in a measured tone, "The bottom line is the lifeline. If the lifeline on the left hand has a large curve, it means that the person has a very healthy constitution. If the curve is small, it means that the person's constitution is not very good."
Li Wanglai switched hands and continued, "If the life line on your right hand has a large arc, it means you will rarely get sick. People with a small arc are more prone to illness, but the longer the life line, the longer your lifespan."
This argument sounds reasonable and well-founded, and it is indeed more reliable than Wang Fu's claim that her skull was glowing.
Shen Jiao immediately became interested. Yu Wushuang was still preparing. She would watch the beauties fight after she finished reading their palms.
She eagerly spread her hands.
Upon seeing this, Ji Yan paused in her work of flipping through the list.
My gaze fell, intentionally or unintentionally, on the clean, delicate palm of the frizzy hamster, where the lines on its hand were clearly visible.
When Li Wanglai noticed the tyrant's gaze, he immediately straightened his back, looking like he was about to make a good impression on his boss.
Shen Jiao looked at him expectantly.
Li Wang had already prepared a list of compliments for Shen Jiao, but when he saw the lines on her palm, he smiled politely and said, "Hmm... Miss, perhaps you should switch to the other hand?"
Shen Jiao felt as if the King of Hell was beckoning to her, and she nervously switched hands.
Li Wanglai looked serious, and after a moment of silence, said, "Alright, it's indeed not very long..."
Shen Jiao heard the sound of her heart shattering into pieces.
Li Wanglai had no choice but to do everything he could to comfort her, saying that people should be rational, not completely believe in metaphysics, dare to fight against fate, not give up on themselves, fight against heaven and fate, and if there is no way, they should find their own way!
Shen Jiao thought it made sense, so she asked Xi Su to bring her an eyebrow pencil and draw a long line along her lifeline.
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing?"
"I'm defying fate." Shen Jiao extended her lifeline.
Then she felt that everything should be treated equally, so she extended all of her lines, including her wisdom line, love line, career line, etc.
Although Li Wanglai thought this operation was outrageous, since a normal person's lifeline shouldn't extend to the wrist, these unnatural phenomena didn't affect his ability to flatter him.
He said with a smile, "Young lady, you are very clever. In this way, you have borrowed five hundred years from heaven. In the future, my descendants will be able to praise you."
Shen Jiao: "..."
how?
Is your Li family's business of flattery hereditary?
After Shen Jiao finished drawing the lifeline, she suddenly felt comforted. She now felt that she would definitely live to the point where she could dance in the square with the old man.
She happily stood up from the soft chair, called Xi Su Xining, and planned to watch Yu Wushuang's competition.
Although the viewing platform wasn't hot and offered food and drinks, staying there for too long would inevitably be boring. Moreover, she really wanted to see up close what kind of heroic and valiant women in the martial arts world looked like.
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