Chapter 760 Do you know that Ying Zi is the Divine Calculator Jin? [1st Update]
But that face was extremely familiar to him.
The wise hermit, Hugh Kenslow!
Ling Yu's mind went blank for a moment, as if a thousand bees were buzzing around his ears.
He suddenly recalled that a few days ago, Ningruo had complained to him about a red-haired punk who parked his car haphazardly.
He joked that if his hair color were changed to misty blue, he would think he was the hermit himself.
Ling Yu stared wide-eyed at the tuft of red hair, his spirit crushed in an instant.
He really is a hermit?!
How could a sage who was enshrined as a god by the City of the World become friends with two mortals, Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen, and chat and laugh together?
This was completely beyond Ling Yu's comprehension.
The twenty-two sages lived too long.
For ordinary people, a few decades is but a drop in the ocean compared to their lives.
"My Lord Hermit!" Ling Yu was terrified, his teeth chattering, and he frantically kowtowed, "My Lord Hermit, spare my life, spare my life!"
Xiu looked Ling Yu up and down: "Who are you?"
He truly had no impact on Ling Yu.
"0, 006, I am 006!" Ling Yu stammered, his body trembling even more violently. "Master Hermit, I am responsible for maintaining W.net and NOK forum every Saturday!"
“006, huh?” Xiu nodded slightly. “What do those two look like? Do they have this mark on them?”
Fu Yunshen picked up a long silver ladle to mix the drink, then lazily looked up: "Don't ask, he doesn't know him."
Xiu frowned: "That's true."
It's hidden so well that Ling Yu isn't qualified to approach it.
"My lord, I didn't do anything!" Ling Yu said in a panic. "I really don't know the effects of that medicine, and besides, I was inexplicably dismissed and removed from my post by the diviner!"
"Oh." Xiu sneered upon hearing this. "Then do you know that the young lady you wanted to attack is the fortune teller you mentioned?"
"She just removed you from your job, and you're still trying to get close to her?"
These words were like a thunderclap that exploded in Ling Yu's ears, leaving his mind blank.
Ling Yu's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief: "Hidden...Hidden Master, what...what are you saying?"
Is Ying Zijin a diviner?
But fortune tellers also have extremely long lifespans, so how could it be a girl who is not even twenty years old?
Ling Yu's thoughts were completely in disarray, but the timeline and the cause and effect became clear in an instant.
No wonder that after he banned the Leinger family's account, the fortune teller banned his administrator account in return.
His administrator account was then removed because he had saved Ying Zijin's photos.
If Ying Zijing is indeed a diviner, then everything makes sense.
But the ages don't match at all!
If he knew that Ying Zijing was a diviner, he wouldn't dare to have any ideas even if he were given a hundred lives.
This is a figure of ancient ancestor status.
Suppressing his anger, Xiu Qiang kicked her directly: "Even I have to respect her? What are you?"
Ying Zijin helped him a lot back then.
Timely prediction of disasters gives him, along with power and justice, enough time to save the world's citizens.
He even saved their lives several times.
Even the wise are not immortal gods; they are still fighting against nature, and they can get hurt and sick.
Xiu has always respected Ying Zijin.
Ling Yu completely broke down: "I...I don't know...I don't know!"
He collapsed to the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Once he had that first thought of harming someone, there was no going back.
Xiu stood up and coldly ordered the two assassins beside him, "Lock him up."
The two servants gave a shout and dragged Ling Yu away.
He was allowed to scream hysterically, but he was not given any chance to struggle.
With absolute concealment, no one can find where Ling Yu is.
It's as if he disappeared from this world.
The bar was empty except for Fu Yunshen and Xiu.
Xiu slowly exhaled, his anger still lingering: "What trash."
Fu Yunshen mixed a glass of wine, pushed it towards him, and said calmly, "You can't control everyone."
“Luckily, I only have seven administrators, so it’s easy to organize things.” Xiu sighed, glancing at the man’s handsome face, and joked, “Brother Fu, I was wondering if you might also be a sage.”
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids: "Hmm?"
“Your smile puts a lot of pressure on me.” Xiu took a sip of his cocktail to calm himself down. “Only the Chariot makes me feel the same way.”
However, Fu Yunshen has entered the Sage's Academy several times, but has not regained any memories or powers.
Xiu then ruled out that possibility.
Fu Yunshen did not respond.
He looked down, his gaze sweeping across the bar, and saw the photos on the counter.
His hand paused, and Fu Yunshen's eyelashes drooped: "Little Destiny?"
“It’s the Wheel of Fortune. She’s young.” Xiu smiled. “That’s why the other sages who are close to her call her that. Her title has four characters, and her full name is a bit complicated.”
Upon hearing this, Xiu immediately became interested: "Let me show you my sister's art collection."
He left like the wind, then quickly returned, carrying a thick picture book in his hands.
It was filled with images of the Wheel of Fortune.
Xiu said with a hint of sadness, "When she left, the camera hadn't even been invented yet."
The only way to preserve it is through paintings.
He later compiled them into photos for preservation.
Fu Yunshen chuckled: "Little destiny."
He stroked the photo with his hand, his expression indifferent.
"I'm leaving." After a long pause, he stood up. "There's still a banquet to attend."
"Let's go, let's go." Xiu waved his hand. "I'm not going to be a third wheel."
He watched the man leave, downed his cocktail in one gulp, and glanced at the glass.
It tastes pretty good.
He'll ask how to adjust it next time.
Xiu put down the cup and put away the picture book.
On the other side of the bar, however, was a blank space.
build:"……"
Where are the photos of his darling sister?!
**
The Lenger family's banquet was still ongoing.
The Fifth Young Master waited and waited, and finally Fu Yunshen returned.
He immediately pulled the man over, rushing over and pointing to a long line not far away: "Brother, this is bad! All those people want to marry your sister-in-law. How many football teams are your opponents?"
Fu Yunshen glanced at it indifferently, showing no sense of crisis, and said unhurriedly, "I know someone who is quite similar to you, except that he can't fight."
"Can't fight?" the Fifth Young Master wondered. "Then how would you be considered like one?"
"They're all idiots."
"..."
The Fifth Young Master felt wronged.
Indeed, after Ying Zijin returned, many prominent families came to propose marriage to her.
Whether in terms of appearance or ability, Ying Zijin is not lacking.
Not to mention, she could also be the next patriarch of the Lengel family.
Suwen was surrounded by dozens of powerful and influential people, but he remained completely calm.
She had the servants serve tea and told the people to sit down.
Someone couldn't help but speak up: "Madam, please give us an answer. Even if it's a marriage into the family, that's acceptable."
"Yes, yes, or we could hold an election and have a competition."
A chorus of agreement rose and fell.
"I only recently brought my daughter back, so I won't be thinking about marriage anytime soon," Suwen said with a smile. "With advanced technology and more medical options available now, the average age of death is over a hundred, so there's no rush."
The young noblemen looked at each other in bewilderment.
The fifth young master lowered his voice: "Big brother, your mother-in-law is really something. She took down so many rivals for you with that one move."
Fu Yunshen glanced at him and went straight upstairs.
In the bedroom.
Ying Zijing was lying on the bed, watching a drama.
Hearing the voice, she turned to the side: "You're back?"
"Mmm." Fu Yunshen sat down next to her, his voice very low, "Little Destiny..."
Ying Zijing didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"
“I mean—” Fu Yun smiled gently, his eyes tender, “Even if you are reincarnated again, I will still recognize you.”
Ying Zijing raised an eyebrow: "I don't have any birthmarks, so how can I recognize you?"
Fu Yunshen said lazily, "I can recognize them no matter what."
Ying Zijing narrowed her eyes slightly: "Something's not right with you."
Fu Yunshen didn't say anything more, and raised his long arm: "Take a nap."
"It's only eight o'clock."
"I'm sleepy."
Ying Zijing closed her laptop and lay down: "Then you can hug me."
"Good girl." Fu Yunshen patted her head and turned off the light.
The two slept fully clothed.
**
A few days later.
graduate School.
The new round of experiments has ended, and it's time to submit the experimental report again.
Mo Feng, who had been suspended from his post for two weeks, arrived.
"Teacher, you've arrived." Bi'er was delighted and stepped forward. "Take a look at the results of my experiment this time."
Without Mo Feng's guidance, she wasn't sure if she could successfully advance to S-level researcher this time.
Mo Feng simply nodded slightly to Bi'er, then walked past her and headed towards Ying Zijin on the other side.
Bi'er's body tensed up.
“Ying,” Mo Feng began, “I sincerely apologize for what happened before.”
After a pause, he asked again, "You haven't had a mentor since you were admitted to the hospital, have you?"
The hardest days of every month are the period cramps TvT
(End of this chapter)
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