Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

"Mr. Jiang also wants to tell fortunes?"

Su Chen was not surprised. He sat down in front of him, asked lightly, tidied the table, and glanced at Zhang Qian who was pulled up by her classmates.

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The head teacher cleared his throat: "You said before that all three of my wives would die because of their children, but my current wife is obviously still fine. Before I went out in the morning..."

"Have you called home?"

The head teacher thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, and the moment he frowned, the elder brother took out it again.

Xu Ze, Zhang Tao and the others struggled to support Zhang Qian and looked at each other in shock.

"Hey, Aunt Xu, is Jiajia at home?"

"She went out? Did you say where she went?"

"Have you made an appointment with a friend to go shopping? Oh, it's okay, I... I just asked."

After hanging up the phone, the head teacher frowned but did not relax.

Xu Ze noticed with sharp eyes that his hands were shaking.

"Teacher, my wife will be fine, don't worry."

He whispered comforting words.

The head teacher ignored him and turned to look at Su Chen, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Judging from your appearance, something happened before you came here."

The head teacher stumbled two steps, his lips trembling: "No, it won't happen."

His big brother rang again.

"Aunt Xu..."

I don’t know what was said on the other end.

"Crack!"

Big Brother fell down and hit the ground.

At the same time, a car drove up the street.

When he saw it, he rushed over, stopped the car, and opened the door.

The car backed out, turned a corner, and quickly drove away, leaving everyone behind to look at me and me at you.

Someone asked in a low voice: "Master Su, something happened before he came. Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"Yes, maybe I can see his wife one last time."

Su Chen smiled: "I told you, will he believe it?"

Everyone: "..."

Really not.

Previously, Taoist Su said that all three of his wives died because of their children, but he was indifferent to this.

Sure enough, it’s all about life!

"The teachers are gone, what should Zhang Qian do?" Zhang Tao asked at a loss.

Xiang Chuchu rolled his eyes: "What else can I do?"

She stepped forward and pinched Zhang Qian's philtrum with her thumb.

"Uh...it hurts~" Zhang Qian faintly woke up.

Xiang Chuchu: "Are you awake? Can you walk on your own?"

Zhang Qian: "..."

Xiang Chuchu clapped her hands: "Isn't this enough? Mom, let's go home!"

She left, and Xu Ze, Zhang Tao and the others soon left.

The onlookers didn't see the excitement and hesitated whether to leave.

Someone who was bold approached Su Chen.

"Well, Daoist Su..."

The man rubbed his hands and laughed.

"Is something wrong?"

Su Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the man's face.

Children, both parents, wealth and destiny.

The man chuckled: "Um, I, I'm the one who opened the repair shop in front of me. My surname is Huang, Huang Nansong."

"Brother Huang." Su Chen nodded and called, "So?"

Huang Nansong rubbed his hands again: "What, I have a merciless request, it's Lao Song... He said that Daoist Su has raised a white dragon as a mount, and we, we just want to see... "

Su Chen: "..."

"Xiao Bai is not my mount," he explained, lowering his eyebrows and glancing at his wrist: "Xiao Bai, do you want to see this uncle?"

Xiaobai's head came out of Su Chen's sleeves, raised his head, and looked at Huang Nansong carefully.

He quickly squirted and went back without interest.

Su Chen took advantage of the situation and gave it some merit.

"Sorry, Xiaobai is not interested."

Huang Nansong saw Xiao Bai stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed dryly and waved his hand.

"Well, then I won't bother you."

He hurriedly returned to the crowd.

I heard Lao Ji, who runs a furniture store, say in a low voice: "Didn't Lao Song say it's a dragon?"

"Why don't you have dragon horns? It looks like a snake head."

"What about you? Did you see clearly just now? Did I see it wrong?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"It's the snakehead!"

"You read that right, it's a snake. Do you think Lao Song is fooling us?"

"It's possible, he likes to joke."

"No, Master Su didn't even refute that it's a white dragon. Do you think it's possible that the white dragon is the head of a snake? And then it has claws? After all, we haven't seen a dragon before, right?"

"Who said we haven't seen it before? The black dragon's scales... yes, scales!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Huang Nansong again.

Huang Nansong: "???"

"Old Huang, when you got so close, did you see its scales? Are they the same as the black dragon's scales we saw?"

Huang Nansong haha.

He didn't even see the black dragon clearly, and he couldn't even remember what the scales looked like, okay?

Seeing his expression, Ji Guowen rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I might as well ask Lao Song to ask you."

He deliberately went to the opposite side of the street, took a long detour, came back, and slipped into the teahouse, which was full of secrecy.

Su Chen caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a bottle of beer in the teahouse has been divided up.

The large pot of crabs has now bottomed out, and only the pot of crabs has some meat left.

Lao Song and the others switched to drinking tea and eating meat.

Seeing Ji Guowen come in, Old Song was surprised: "Xiao Ji, why are you here?"

Ji Guowen took two steps to his side.

"Old Song, is the Bailong you mentioned true?" he asked in a low voice.

Lao Song: "??? Can it be fake?"

"Yes, but Xiaobai, what Taoist Su said is a snake!"

Lao Song: "..."

He glanced at Ji Guowen in disgust: "What did I say before? You have to have a chance to see a dragon!"

"You think you can see me if you want?"

"It wants you to see its true form, so you can see it. What you see is a snake...that's how it usually looks, do you understand?"

Ji Guowen didn't believe it: "I think you are fooling me, Old Song."

He looked at Xiao Liu'er: "Xiao Liu'er, tell my uncle, is there really a white dragon? The kind with dragon horns and claws!"

"Tell the truth!"

Old Song was angry: "Just say what you say, why are you threatening Xiao Liu'er?"

Xiao Liu'er didn't care and smiled sweetly: "Uncle Ji, Bai Long likes colorful lanterns. Bai Long also likes the glazed lotus lantern that my sister bought today."

Ji Guowen glanced at her suspiciously: "Are you sure it has dragon horns and claws?"

Seeing Xiao Liu'er nodding, Ji Guowen sighed and asked without giving up: "Are all the white dragons hiding in Daoist Su's cuffs?"

Xiao Liuer shook his head: "It turned into a white snake and wrapped around Daoist Su's wrist."

Ji Guowen nodded: "Well, that's really..."

Old Song was angry: "You still suspect that I lied to you, what's the point of lying? Is it strange to have seen a white dragon? Is it strange to have touched a white dragon? Is it strange to be surrounded by a white dragon?"

Everyone: "..."

It's not surprising, it's just that my hands are itchy and I want to punch someone.

Ge Ping'an just raised his fist and glanced out of the corner of his eye: "Huh? Someone is coming, someone is coming!"

Everyone quickly turned their heads.

Sure enough, a young man rode a bicycle and stopped in front of the stall. He looked at Su Chen's sign carefully, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Master, I heard that you are very accurate in telling fortunes."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to calculate which person is better to marry."

"Which one?" Huang Nansong, who was watching not far away, couldn't help but ask, "How many partners do you have?"