Chapter 1736 New Year's Sweet Fan (12)

Holding her fingertips, she tugged at the person beside her.

Beautiful eyes looked at the Moon Lao Temple by the river, as if it was a novelty.

"Jiu Ge, can we go see Moon God?"

"Or... go to worship?"

She turned around and looked at the gentle man, joking.

There is a feeling of deliberately doing bad things.

"Why don't we go burn incense for him?"

The high-status **** smiled and said nothing, and only gently pulled her closer to prevent her from being hit by the flow of people.

"How's it going? Let's go~"

She pulled him and was about to go to Yuelao Temple.

The good-tempered man seemed to sigh, and held her tightly.

"This way."

He gently embraced her and walked to another road with few people.

"Don't always go to crowded places, you know?"

He always reminded her in a gentle voice.

"When there are too many people, it is easy to bump into them."

Treat her with extra care.

The charming and shining person, with crooked smiling eyes, "Got it~"

At this time, the old moon **** who was being worshiped by the world suddenly seemed to sense the coming of the god.

Soon, the statue in the temple lit up for a moment.

The gentleman who was guarding the door and made a living by fortune-telling and fortune-telling suddenly froze there as if possessed by a god.

Immediately, his eyes became kind and peaceful, he stroked his beard, and laughed.

Spirited, but full of immortality.

That appearance is somewhat similar to the statue of Moon God in the temple.

He sat under the big tree in front of Yuelao Temple, watching the people coming and going benevolently.

There are many girls who come here, all looking forward to a good marriage.

The fortune teller sat there and glanced at the flag standing beside him.

Fortune-telling, marriage.

He patted the words on it, looking very satisfied.

"It's been a long time since I did the calculation myself, and I don't know if the hand will grow..."

He stroked his beard and looked not far away.

It seems to be waiting for someone.

Not long after, the demon and god, holding hands and relying on each other, appeared in front of Yuelao Temple.

The brightly colored flower demon, still flamboyant and full of smiles, stood next to the cold god.

Shenming's eyes were gentle, and he embraced her, as if he was whispering something.

She leaned on him, humming softly, very casually.

The **** stopped talking, just hugged her and smiled quietly.

Inadvertently, that cold gaze swept over, faintly.

The immortal gentleman immediately stood up, bowed slightly, and was extremely respectful.

This is the lower god, saluting the upper god.

Etiquette is unavoidable.

The **** nodded slightly, his brows and eyes were light.

Soon, the people beside him also noticed.

Bright and clear eyes fell on the fortune teller.

Almost instantly, I keenly felt something strange.

"Old man?"

Her instincts are always right.

"What?" The gentle and gentle **** stared at her, still leading her to a place where there were few people.

Yun Si raised her chin and signaled, "He really looks like Yuelao."

Besides, I always feel the breath of God.

"Girl, do you want to tell your fortune?"

The old man with a long beard stroked his beard and smiled.

"The old man sees that you have a plump face and round cheekbones. You are a blessing!"

"..." The person who was about to look back stopped.

Looking over, it seemed that he was interested.

"oh?"

"Do you want a fortune teller, girl? No charge!"

He solicited, but his movements were familiar.

(end of this chapter)