Chapter 1636 Grandpa Zhuge (6)

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"Grandpa, are you going to find my master?"

Yang Zimei asked happily.

"Who said to look for Yuqing's calf nose? I want to go out and see if there is anything fun to join in this world!"

Grandpa Zhuge glared at her and said, "Your master is long gone, why are you still looking for it?"

Yang Zimei also knew this fact, but when he said it so directly, his heart still couldn't help aching, his eyes were sore, and he argued, "Then at least let him go to earth for peace of mind, not let his body be destroyed by evil. people use it.”

"Okay, I'll let you know when I have news."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Grandpa Zhuge said softly.

"Thank you grandpa."

Yang Zimei said gratefully.

"You don't need to thank me. The most annoying thing in my life is people's tender thanks. If you want to thank me, please treat me to eat a lot of meat next time you see me."

Grandpa Zhuge waved his hand.

"Grandpa, I brought her to see you this time, and I want you to help her figure out the characters."

Zhuge Mingzhu hurriedly said, "Her character is very strange. I tried to deduce it a few times just now, but the results were all messy and I couldn't understand it clearly."

"Oh?"

Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei's face, focused on the bright red cinnabar on her forehead, and nodded slightly, "The face is really strange, no wonder Yuqing's calf nose wants to accept her as his apprentice."

Yang Zimei reached out and touched his forehead.

She was reborn, and she was smashed by the jade bottle of the mud bodhisattva again, as if she was smashed all at once, making her IQ transparent.

Grandpa Zhuge asked her about her birthday, and then asked them to wait outside. He wanted to stay in the room by himself and calculate without any interruptions.

Yang Zimei and others also left the hut.

Rong Lanxi is a child after all, and when he sees those beautiful flowers and plants, he will feel around and sniff around. Yang Zimei also found a few precious medicinal materials here, and will ask Grandpa Zhuge for some later.

After about two hours, there was still no movement in the hut.

Zhuge Mingzhu was a little anxious, worried that something would happen to his grandfather inside.

He began to regret letting his grandfather help Yang Zimei deduce numerology.

Yang Zimei was also a little worried.

She quieted down, pricked her ears and listened carefully to the movement inside.

Her hearing is extremely sharp, and she can almost feel the movement inside.

There was no sound inside, except for the faint sound of Grandpa Zhuge's breathing.

This breathing sound is not the usual rhythm, but rather frightened, slightly messy.

Yang Zimei smiled bitterly in her heart.

In the future, she will not let anyone help her deduce numerology.

One's own rebirth is an existence that defies the sky. How can ordinary people deduce this kind of numerology?

After another hour, Zhuge Mingzhu finally couldn't hold back, and quietly opened the door to check—

"grandfather--"

He screamed and hurried in.

Yang Zimei's heart was startled by his shouting, and hurriedly followed him in, then froze.

Grandpa Zhuge, whose beard and hair were originally black, suddenly turned completely white, and his bright black complexion also turned pale.

The desktop is messy.

His eyes were slightly dementia-like, completely ignoring Zhuge Mingzhu who rushed in, and he continued to deduce while chanting words in his mouth, looking like he couldn't stop.

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