Blast! The Group Favorite Fake Daughter Was Spoiled By the Film King and Cried

Gu Zhiqi's message was sent out, but the customer on the other side didn't reply immediately.

In the past two minutes, the other party still didn't reply. Just as he was about to exit the private message box, a message came from the other side.

[Y: Hello, Master]

【Zhe Zhi: What is it? 】

【Y: They all said I was going to die, but I think I can save it again】

[Y: Master, you must save me]

...

There was a lot of nonsense, and there was a long list behind, Gu Zhiqi directly interrupted his rambling.

[Broken branches: birth date horoscope]

The other party finally stopped swiping the screen, and quickly sent the birthday horoscope.

Gu Zhiqi took a dazzling look and found that the other party was indeed about to die, but there was still a glimmer of life.

[Y: Master, how are you doing? How about it? Is there any help for me? 】

[Y: Master, you must save me, I don’t want to die yet]

[Y: Master, I am only nineteen years old this year. I am in my youth, and I have never even talked about love.]

...

The other side didn't stop, one message after another was sent, directly filling the entire screen.

Gu Zhiqi didn't pay attention to the other party at all, just lowered his eyes slightly, and calculated, trying to find out the other party's lifeline, but found that he couldn't figure it out.

Gu Zhiqi tried to calculate three times in a row, but failed to figure out where the other party's lifeline was.

"Zhizhi, don't forget it, if you force it, you will be backlashed." Seeing that Gu Zhiqi wanted to try it a fourth time, Fei Jiu immediately opened his mouth.

"His fortune telling is quite interesting, as if covered in a layer of fog." Gu Zhiqi murmured in a low voice, lowered his eyes slightly, and calculated again.

Just like the previous three times, when he was about to grasp the sliver of vitality, he realized that the vitality was covered by a layer of mist, and no matter how Gu Zhiqi did his calculations, he couldn't get rid of that layer of mist.

"Zhizhi, don't forget it!"

Seeing that Gu Zhiqi's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his complexion became paler, there was a trace of eagerness in Fei Jiu's tone.

With a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Gu Zhiqi ended his fourth calculation.

"Zhizhi!" Fat Jiu became anxious when he saw the blood spilling from the corner of Gu Zhiqi's mouth.

Gu Zhiqi raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

"You're vomiting blood, it's all right." Fat Chirp said angrily, his voice was tinged with tears.

"It's just a bit of backlash, just take a day off." Gu Zhiqi lowered his head while talking, and sent Y a message.

【Zhe Zhi: Taoist disciple? 】

[Y: Damn it! Can you figure this out? 】

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi probably knew why his numerology was foggy.

People in the Taoist sect always value their own numerology, and will use various methods to cover up their own numerology, so as not to be plotted against by their peers after they learn the horoscope.

Come to think of it, this Y was planted by an expert with a secret method to cover up his fortune.

As for the secret method, Gu Zhiqi didn't see it, he had to see a real person to draw a conclusion.

It's just that since you can get in touch with such an expert, you shouldn't be unable to find that ray of life.

[Zhezhi: Since you are a Taoist disciple, why don't you ask the elders in your teacher's school to tell your fortune? 】

[Y: Sigh~ the teacher's door is not safe]

[Y: They are expecting me to die early]

[Y: My dad told me before retreating that I must never ask the elders of the teacher to tell my fortune]

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi raised his eyebrows.

[Y: Master, can I still be saved? 】

【Zhezhi: I'm not sure, I can't be sure until I meet you first】

[Y:! ! ! 】

[Y: In other words, I still have a chance of life, right? ! 】