Chapter 198 There may be a bloody disaster

Several internet portals and magazines in Qincheng went bankrupt overnight.

However, before the closure of these media outlets, news about the mysterious little girlfriend of the first youngest in Qincheng was still spread.

"Hmph, you idiot, you don't even know how to change to a low-key car when traveling alone!"

"Hey, it's your little ancestor who cheated you, so don't blame me!"

Luo Wanning holds the computer in her hand and mutters to herself every day, as if she has nothing to do with her.

A few days later, she had time to go to Qishen Mountain early in the morning.

The little novice took her into the meditation room, and saw the old monk Xingyun sitting cross-legged on the futon in the center of the room, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

"Is the little benefactor safe?"

The old monk twirled the rosary in his hands, and stood up to greet him with a friendly smile.

Luo Wanning suddenly had a brain twitch for some reason, and forgot the name of saluting with the monk, and blurted out: "When I said goodbye to the master that day, the poor monk's heart was full of ups and downs, and it hasn't stopped until now. I hope the master will enlighten me!"

With a "snap", the eminent monk with a calm heart dropped the rosary in his hand in shock.

"Little benefactor, be careful with your words!"

Luo Wanning, who was struck with black lines by herself, wanted to bite off her tongue, she quickly shook her hands and said, "I'm sorry, master, I will just"

"The little benefactor doesn't need to explain, the old man understands."

The old monk said as he bent down to pick up the rosary beads that fell on the ground, and then took her to the backyard.

It was still the same tea party as before, but the position of the sun at this time was different from last time.

Under the light of the morning sun, the well-packed red clay beauty shoulder pot in the hands of the old monk glowed with soft luster.

At the spout with smooth lines, the reddish-brown tea soup is poured into the small white porcelain cup in front of you in an arc shape.

Although Luo Wanning is not an impatient person, she really doesn't have the mood to drink tea and talk with him now.

"Master, I'm here to ask you to clear up your doubts."

"Don't be in a hurry." The old monk pushed a small white porcelain cup in front of her.

"But master, I'm in a hurry, I have something to do this afternoon!"

The old monk hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to stroke his long beard and nodded slightly.

"The little benefactor's fate is against the sky. If the old man's calculations are correct, the little benefactor is here to find out about his past and present lives, right?"

Past and Present--

What a mysterious vocabulary.

If he hadn't experienced rebirth, Luo Wanning would definitely define the so-called eminent monk as a charlatan.

After thinking about it secretly, she just tentatively asked: "Master, last time you said that my blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, but after all, you didn't say what blessings and disasters I have."

"Fortunately, the little benefactor restarted his destiny and firmly controlled the fate of this life in his own hands; disasterously, the fate of the previous life is not over, and there may be a bloody disaster in this life!

"Furthermore, from the old man's point of view, the blood light is close to the little benefactor!"

Luo Wanning didn't bother to understand such unfathomable words, and she couldn't understand them either.

"Master, I just asked a blunt question, I hope you don't mind."

The old monk paused slightly, but still nodded.

"Is my bloody disaster related to my original family?"

In the previous life, Luo Zixi's mother and daughter had ruthless hands on her, and her memories of her rebirth had been revived.

They thought that they died in that tragic car accident seven years ago, so they would be so peaceful later.

But now, she and Luo Zixi met again.

That woman and her vicious mother must continue to uproot themselves.
How can the disaster of blood and light be avoided?

The old monk looked solemnly, and finally nodded solemnly.

"The little benefactor is an orphan girl chosen by heaven, she should be blessed by a lucky star, and I hope the little benefactor will cherish it."

Luo Wanning got an affirmative answer, and then she was a little absent-minded. At this time, she didn't understand the "blessing of the lucky star" that the other party said.

When she descended the mountain at noon, she suddenly came back to her senses.

The "lucky star" mentioned by the old monk must be someone from Mu, right?

At the same time, the Mu Group.

Cheng Feng and Mu Shifeng entered the CEO's office one after the other.

The man behind the desk was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his gentle eyes pierced through the lenses and landed on the video screen beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

The two of them froze at the same time, and spoke at the same time——

"BOSS."

"elder brother."

Mu Shihan hurriedly closed the computer, but the content displayed on the screen still fell into the sharp-eyed Mu Shifeng's eyes.

Isn't that the kissing photo of him and Luo Wanning that was secretly photographed by the paparazzi?

(End of this chapter)

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