Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan and wanted to say something, but the words reached his throat and he couldn't come out.
Lan Xixi, this woman, is more than just weird!
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and touched Song Yizhi's head, and then pinched her cheek, "Don't be so sad at such a young age, the elder and I are still here to support you."
Song Yizhi went to pat Rong Yueyuan's hand, but he had already released his hand first.
Song Yizhi glared at Rong Yueyuan angrily.
Looking at the little girl who came to life, Rong Yueyuan's eyes were gentle.
This is right, little girls should be happy, just leave these complicated things to them.
"I don't have a frown on my face." Song Yizhi rubbed his cheek.
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi and said slowly, "Zhizhi, I have done divination, and her fate is very strange."
Song Yizhi tilted his head.
Rong Yueyuan actually divined Lan Qianxi’s fate?
It's not that I don't know how to divine, it's just that I can't divine Lan Qiqian's fate.
Once the hexagram is performed, the person will be seriously injured by lightning disaster every time.
But Rong Yueyuan... Judging from his expression, there is no problem at all!
hiss……
This hook of the Eight Heavenly Dao is only for yourself!
Song Yizhi silently greeted Tiandao eighteen times in his heart.
"Her fate is like a patched rag." Rong Yueyuan said.
Song Yizhi was stunned.
Rags? Fully patched?
"Divination is not something I'm good at, but I'm sure I didn't make a mistake in divination." Rong Yueyuan turned his palm upward, and for a moment, little starlight condensed out.
Song Yizhi looked at the direction of the reduced version of the stars, and his pupils suddenly shrank!
Is this Lan Cixi’s destiny?!
Song Yizhi was about to say something when he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which spread all over the table.
Then, Song Yizhi heard the sound of thunder.
Rong Yueyuan turned his palm and put away the condensed stars and stood up to look at Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, then raised his hand to tell Rong Yueyuan that nothing was wrong.
Rong Yueyuan grabbed Song Yizhi's wrist and put the spiritual power into her body to check.
"It's fine, why..." Rong Yueyuan was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized something.
Although he had never divined Song Yizhi's fate, he could see some problems just by looking at Lan Qianqian's fate.
Zhizhi's current situation was as if he had been warned by thunder from heaven for saying something he shouldn't have said.
Song Yizhi turned his head slightly and saw Rong Yueyuan's cold gaze.
"Have you divined Lan Qianqian's fate? And have you experienced backlash every time?" Rong Yueyuan asked.
Does this person have to be so smart?
Song Yizhi wanted to nod, but then the familiar feeling of confinement swept over her, making her unable to move.
Now the co-author can’t even tell Lan Qianxi’s destiny?!
Song Yizhi wanted to curse, but she couldn't open her mouth.
Rong Yueyuan saw something was wrong with Song Yizhi.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and touched Song Yizhi's head, then stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.
Almost the moment he fell into Rong Yueyuan's arms, the feeling of confinement disappeared quickly, as if he had encountered a powerful enemy.
When his body returned to his own control, Song Yizhi blinked his eyes in disbelief.
Not only could Rong Yueyuan divine Lan Qianxi's fate unscathed, but he could also make this sense of imprisonment disappear?!
What is his background?!
Song Yizhi reached out and grabbed Rong Yueyuan's arm, leaning back and staring at him.
"Is everything okay?" Rong Yueyuan asked.
Song Yizhi nodded, and she tightened her grip on Rong Yueyuan's arm, "Fifth Elder, Rong Yueyuan, what is your background?!"
Rong Yueyuan didn't understand why Song Yizhi asked this, but he still said truthfully, "I am from a direct lineage of the Rong family. My father and mother are both cultivators. There is nothing special about it."
Song Yizhi looked unbelieving.
Rong Yueyuan was helpless, and then he got to the point, "Judging from the destiny, she has stolen the destiny of countless people, and the luck has been pieced together. In short, everything she owns does not belong to her, but is stolen."
Taking what others should have."
When Rong Yueyuan finished speaking, there was neither thunder nor wind outside.
Seeing Rong Yueyuan doing nothing, Song Yizhi was so jealous that he almost chewed his claws.
"Judging from your bloodline, your destiny will be good or bad." Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, "I want to do a divination."
He wanted to see if Song Yizhi's fate had been changed.
Song Yizhi paused, then nodded.
Rong Yueyuan's eyes fell on Song Yizhi's hands.
Song Yizhi quickly stopped his hand as if he was burned.
Rong Yueyuan walked to the meditating place in the house and sat down cross-legged, then raised his hands to perform the hexagram directly.
Song Yizhi used a dust-removing formula to clean up the blood on the table, and then turned to look at Rong Yueyuan.
As the hexagrams changed, Rong Yueyuan's complexion became paler and paler.
"puff-"
A mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, the hexagrams disappeared, and the divination failed.
Song Yizhi quickly stood up and walked over, "What's going on?"
Lan Xixi was fine when she divined, but her own destiny was reversed when she divined?!
Rong Yueyuan looked up at Song Yizhi and saw her worried face. After wiping off the blood, he said warmly, "I'm fine."
"It's all been reverberated, are you okay?" Song Yizhi scolded, then took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and handed it over.
Rong Yueyuan obediently took it and fed it to his mouth.
After calming down, Rong Yueyuan said, "It's impossible to divine."
Song Yizhi frowned.
Rong Yueyuan performed a dust-removing technique, then stood up and raised his hand to smooth Song Yizhi's frowned brows.
"As soon as I started the divination, I already knew that your destiny cannot be divined." Rong Yueyuan's eyes almost overflowed with worry and anxiety, "I forced myself to take a look, but there was nothing."
Song Yizhi opened his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse, "What do you mean there is nothing?"
"Blank, your destiny is blank, there is nothing." Rong Yueyuan reached out and held Song Yizhi's shoulders, looking at the little girl who looked a little dazed, "Zhizhi..."
Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan blankly.
No one's fate will be blank, unless it is a dead person!
But I clearly have a heartbeat and breathing...
Yes, on the other hand, he is indeed dead.
"I'm fine." Song Yizhi regained her thoughts and smiled reluctantly.
I was born in a dead situation, so it is normal to be blank.
I just didn't expect that the way of heaven would not allow others to divine my destiny.
Looking at the little girl who couldn't hide her depression, Rong Yueyuan felt that she had done something wrong.
"Rong Yueyuan, you all know what my destiny is like, so don't waste your time on me." Song Yizhi looked at the somewhat guilty man in front of him and spoke calmly.
Rong Yueyuan's face turned cold.
Song Yizhi silently lowered his eyelids and looked away from Rong Yueyuan's cold and somewhat hurt gaze.
"Song Yizhi, this is not a waste of time. To me, all the time I spend with you is precious." Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and patted Song Yizhi's back, "You raise your head."
Song Yizhi remained silent.
"If you have a clear conscience, why don't you look at me?" Rong Yueyuan asked.
Song Yizhi hunched his back and drooped his head, "I feel guilty."
Rong Yueyuan sighed, and poked Song Yizhi's head with some hatred, "You feel guilty, can't you be nicer to me?"