Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

"It seems that the young master has made great achievements in talent and learning." Quan Si stroked his cleavage with his fingertips, tracing and depicting its direction.

The lines are long, narrow and deep with clear arcs, which means that this person will have smooth career development and will be promoted steadily in this life.

"How did Master Qin know this?" Shen Fu Ji seemed a little surprised.

"Although the scent of ink on Master Shen is faint, I have a keen sense of smell, and since Master Shen is well-spoken, I dare to draw this conclusion."

Quan Si curled his lips slightly, his analysis was well-reasoned.

His gaze fell on the love line on the other person's palm again, and his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

It's very tortuous and short, not a good momentum.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Fu Ji, only to see the young man in blue staring at him blankly, with his ears slightly red.

The moment their eyes met, the latter quickly looked away as if he had been electrocuted, but pretended to remain calm and as if nothing had happened.

Quan Si glanced at him suspiciously and said slowly:

"Mr. Shen's love line is rather tortuous and short, which means his relationship is not going well."

The line suddenly breaks at the end, leaving a large blank space.

He paused, and then continued, "There is an obvious ups and downs, which means that you will probably meet someone you love but cannot have."

The final choice depends on the other party.

After all, fate is such an illusory thing, and as an outsider, it is not good for him to interfere too much in it.

As long as you grasp it well, everything is possible.

"Does it mean that I will encounter a love disaster?" Shen Fuji opened the folding fan. The fan was thin and light, and it must be made of the finest gauze.

"This is just a preliminary guess. If you want more details, we'll need your date of birth and detailed information on your residence, etc."

His words were modest and appropriate, but in fact, he was very confident in his own judgment, after all, he was experienced and had never made a mistake.

Quan Si has read the palms of many people. The lines on each person's palms are different, which lead to countless different results.

But this was the first time he had seen a love story with such extreme twists and turns.

If he were inside the Tianfeng Pavilion in his original world at this moment, he would definitely share this strange story with his fellow disciples.

Very strange.

"Young master's lifeline is deep and long, which is an auspicious sign of longevity." Quan Si put down his hand and his eyes fell on his forehead again.

The bangs blocked the view a bit, so it's hard to see clearly.

Quan Si's mind was obviously full of fortune-telling, so he didn't think much about it and reached out to gently touch the loose hair on his forehead.

There are many cases like this, no matter men, women, young or old, as long as the bangs cover the forehead, just lift them up.

It’s the same as a doctor only seeing the patient.

Therefore, he did not think there was anything wrong with this action.

After doing fortune-telling for a long time, I have developed a complete occupational disease. Now when I see someone, the first thing I do is to look at his or her forehead.

[Host, I am very worried about your mental state. I hope you can be more normal.]

The little ghost yawned while lying on Quan Si's shoulder.

Shen Fuji froze in place, his cheeks turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Master Qin..."

Quan Si leaned forward slightly, and the distance between them shortened.

Fortunately, the distance was not particularly close, otherwise the sound of the violently beating heart would probably be noticed by the other party.

The palms of Shen Fuji's hands hanging at his sides were slightly sweaty.

The brows must be carefully observed, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes in judgment. Any mistake is a denial of his ability.

His eyes fell on the center of the man's eyebrows. Quan Si understood everything in his heart. His thoughts were clear and he had already come to his own conclusion.

He took a few steps back expressionlessly, keeping his distance.

Compared with his calmness, Shen Fuji felt beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead and he could not hide the heat.

"Mr. Shen, please be careful of the people around you in the next few days, especially your subordinates who you usually communicate and contact closely with."

Quan Si glanced at him and saw him standing there motionless with a dazed expression. His brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

Why do you look like this? Are you feeling unwell?

Shen Fuji immediately took two steps back and used his folding fan to cover his blushing face.

"The weather is a bit hot today."

The corners of Quan Si's lips twitched. It's almost winter, why are you so hot?

But he didn't expose the other party's excuses. After all, he didn't care about them.

"Since this is the first time I'm telling your fortune, I won't accept any reward." Quan Si nodded slightly to him and turned to leave.

"Sir, please stay." Shen Fuji took the initiative to speak.

Quan Si paused, but did not look back.

"Where can I go to see you again?" Shen Fuji stared at his back, "Or, will you come to the gambling house again in the future?"

"Let everything depend on fate." Quan Si's tone was indifferent, as calm as a quiet spring.

I just don't know who can create ripples in the lake of his heart.

"I have one last question." Shen Fuji subconsciously clenched the folding fan in his hand.

It's not hard to see that he's a little nervous.

"Just say it." Quan Si responded to him, with the roast chicken from the vendor just now on his mind.

It’s getting late, I hope the other party hasn’t closed up yet.

[Host, is it really good to think about food all the time? ] The little ghost blinked at him.

He flew in front of Shen Fu Ji, looked him up and down for a long time, and then flew back to Quan Si.

Tsk tsk tsk, I always feel that this modest young man in blue likes their host.

"How do you guess the points accurately every time?"

"Judge based on the sound." Quan Si said concisely.

Although each side of the dice looks similar, there will be slight differences in the sound when they collide.

But only very few people can tell the difference.

Quan Si's victory was entirely based on his extremely accurate intuition and outstanding hearing.

"Voice..." Shen Fuji whispered these two words softly, and when he looked up again, the person had already gone far away.

The slender and lonely shadow was stretched out by the afterglow of the setting sun and gradually disappeared at the end of the sight.

"Will we meet again?" He lowered his eyes and stared at the palm of his hand. The place that the other party had touched just now seemed to still have some warmth.

*

This plane world is divided into four major countries, ranked from low to high according to their strength:

The Southern Xuan Kingdom, the Western Feng Kingdom, the Eastern Ao Kingdom, and the Northern Xiao Kingdom.

Quan Si is located in Beixiao State, which has the strongest comprehensive national strength.

In addition, there are a number of different ethnic groups scattered along the borders outside the four countries.

These ethnic groups have different beliefs and advocate the idea that the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. Their behavior tends to be crude and barbaric.

These people have bad personalities and often raid the border, attempting to break into the country, occupy the land, and establish themselves as the new king.

The world collectively refers to them as foreigners.

Recently, good news came from the border, saying that the current emperor led the soldiers and successfully suppressed the foreign rebellion on the border.

Everyone was happy and the whole country was celebrating. Wherever they went, there was a lively scene with loud gongs and drums and firecrackers.