Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Lan Peilan frowned, and then replied to the system in her mind: [Okay, since we feel something is wrong, let's leave now.]

For a moment, she didn't even care about revenge against Duan Tinghan and Fang Wushuang, and followed her heart vigilantly.

Duan Tinghan stood nearby, watching the man give her the drug, then stick his butt out and sneak away.

He looked back at the spiked sewage and asked sincerely, "Where is she going? Will she come back for dinner tonight?"

Fang Wushuang smiled domineeringly: "You have to eat it even if you don't want to."

After that, he rolled up his sleeves and continued to prepare the meal.

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll add some snacks to everyone's meal.

Duan Tinghan: “…” Your domineering attitude is fleeting.

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When Shen Zhinian arrived, he looked at the magic weapon covering the entire mansion, and especially when he calculated the other party's location, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Has the junior sister finally realized the convenience of this gift?

Cooking, cleaning, guarding the mansion without wasting manpower, etc. etc.... How much trouble is this?

With a barrier and a cover, nothing here can escape her sight. She can even control the pots and pans to cook for herself, without any trouble or effort.

Occasionally, when I feel like it, I can even cosplay as a domineering boss.

Sitting alone in the kitchen with his legs crossed, he smiled coldly at the hanging pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil, salt, and the self-igniting flame.

"You want to please me, huh? Get up and cook for me!!!"

How crazy cool and awesome!

Although the food cooked by magic can only be considered home-cooked, it is far inferior to A Xiang's superb cooking skills.

But this place is a communal cooking place, so if it’s artificially made, the taste might not be as stable as this.

As they were about to reach their destination, Shen Zhinian couldn't help but let out a bright smile from the bottom of his heart.

I didn't expect that my junior sister could comprehend it so quickly. The existence of all magical instruments is the truth that was created for the purpose of being able to fish reasonably.

She is truly a cultivator...

"What are you two doing?"

Stepping into the kitchen area, looking at the simple backs of two people working hard, Shen Zhinian quickly withdrew his emotional smile.

She took a few steps back without giving up, looked up at the magic weapon in the sky, and then looked at the two little ones who heard the noise and walked obediently in front of her.

If you get closer, you can even see the soot that accidentally got on their faces.

Shen Zhinian's pupils trembled as if he was shaken, and he staggered a step forward in shock.

The next second, someone held one of their hands and they stopped.

The two little fools, who were very filial, said in unison: "Senior Sister?"

After calming down her devastated heart, Shen Zhinian slowly exhaled a breath of anger, and held her junior sister's hand, breathing weakly and speaking word by word: "Why don't you just control these with your mind..."

As the words came out of her mouth, her gaze fell on the bubbling pot in the kitchen.

"do it yourself?"

She should not have forgotten to tell her junior sister about the function of this magic weapon, right?

And the third junior brother prepared the same gift for the two of them, but he not only didn't remind them, he even worked hard with them. Did he forget? Is it a hobby?

There was a "click".

There were several "crackling" sounds.

It seemed as if something had cracked open and was falling to the ground in pieces.

Ah... it was their IQ that they were so proud of, it cracked, it fell all over the ground, it turned into ashes and left her!

The two brothers and sisters standing on Shen Zhinian's left and right were petrified where they stood.

It turns out it can still be like this.

They had worked so hard for the whole afternoon, but they still hadn't finished their work yet. They even had to find time to confuse Lan Peilan. What was all this busyness for? !

Fang Wushuang's lips trembled, she took a breath of cold air, and hesitated to speak: "Senior Sister, I..."

Shen Zhinian stood up, shook his head gently at her, and said in a particularly considerate way: "Tell me, something must have delayed you. That's why it's like this."

Otherwise, why would two people who were concentrating on making medicine have nothing better to do than come here and cook a big pot meal?

It looked like everyone else had been sent away.

Oh, yes, there is more business to discuss.

The two little ones walked down the stairs fluently, and finally they remembered that they were trapped in a maze without knowing it. After working hard for an entire afternoon, they finally strolled back to the blue peony in the original cabinet.

Thinking back to someone who was even dumber than them, Fang Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief: "We just met the person you've always wanted to meet, Senior Sister."

How should we celebrate when the stowaway who was supposed to be captured alive actually fell into our trap?

Someone you've always wanted to meet?

Shen Zhinian thought for a moment: "Qin Shi Huang!!!"

Her 1.98-meter-tall, charming ancestor Ying Zheng, whom she had never met before!

"..." Fang Wushuang's eyes were dead, "A more reliable guess."

The young master, who was told he was unreliable, looked regretful and said, "That's the stowaway."

Duan Tinghan, who had been petrified, stood up straight: "Huh?!"

The guessing was so quick, from Qin Shi Huang to the smuggler, the huge gap made him a little uncomfortable.

Before the two could exclaim or ask, the next second a young master named Shen gave the answer in his mind.

[After all, I had my fortune told before I left, and it came back with a great harvest. What do you mean by a great harvest? It must be that the wanted criminal has been arrested, and my old father is going to start collecting souls, eh hehe.]

Fang Wushuang: “!!!”

Fang Wushuang was shocked. You actually have the ability to engage in such feudal superstition!

It’s so ridiculously accurate!

It was said that they only knew a little about medical skills, and that their master was once the number one in the world of immortal cultivation. Are they considered to be an alternative group of immortal cultivators?

Although Duan Tinghan knew about the multifunctionality of his master's school, he had not yet mastered all of it in less than a year.

His thigh suddenly felt heavy, and Shen Zhinian paused as he covered his chin in thought and looked down.

Two furry heads came into view.

They both raised their heads, one was well-behaved and pretty, hard to tell whether she was a male or a female, the other was gorgeous with a hint of awkwardness and arrogance. The only thing they had in common was their sparkling eyes that were so bright that they could blind people.

Shen Zhinian couldn't help but laugh, and reached out to touch the two people's heads, and said in a doting voice that he didn't even notice: "What are you doing?"

This was probably the first time he did such a childish thing. Fang Wushuang's ears turned red, but he still put on a domineering attitude: "I suddenly want to hug you."

He paused, looked directly into the girl's eyes again, and even his voice became a little weaker: "Is it not possible?"

The other one was much more natural than her. He blinked, his overly fair face showing harmlessness everywhere, and explained to her seriously: "Senior sister, we are hugging thighs."

Shen Zhinian was really happy this time, and picked up one person in each hand: "Learn slowly, we don't have much else, but we have the most time, so try to make this thigh leg by yourself."

The two little ones responded obediently: "Okay!"