Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Although fasting and bathing are required before divination, no one has been able to persist for so many years.As a carnivore, Luo Weiyu has no hope of fasting, and bathing is still possible.

When Luo Weiyu came out of the bathroom, Ling Chuan had already prepared all the things for divination.

It was Luo Weiyu's tortoise shell that transformed into Xuanwu, and it could be used repeatedly.

Only this time, it was a little different.

Luo Weiyu took Ling Chuan's Samadhi True Fire with her fingertips and put it under the tortoise shell to burn it.

The tiny flames always looked like they were on the verge of falling, but in the end they still stood firm and made a "crackling" sound on the tortoise shell.

Luo Weiyu slowly let go of his hands, and the small flame instantly covered the entire tortoise shell.

Only the sound of "cracking" can be heard endlessly, but there is no sign of the tortoise shell being broken.

Luo Weiyu frowned, and the water spiritual power urged the Samadhi True Fire to squeeze the tortoise shell, and then, only heard a crackling sound, the tortoise shell was shattered into powder in the Samadhi True Fire.

Ling Chuan was dumbfounded.

No one has ever said that the Xuanwu tortoise shell can't resist the true fire of Samadhi?

Luo Weiyu's expression changed again and again, Ling Chuan was sweating coldly, "That... Xiaoyu... I didn't mean it... How about I light you another fire?"

Luo Weiyu pursed her lips tightly, shook her head, her face was as white as gold paper.

Ling Chuan shrank his head, "Xiaoyu... I was wrong, can't I?"

Luo Weiyu raised her head and glanced at him, as soon as she opened her mouth, blood flowed down the corner of her lips, "It's useless..."

Han Jiyong hastily stepped forward, reaching out to hug Luo Weiyu who was on the verge of falling.

Luo Weiyu was stunned for a moment, then dodged without a trace, and walked to Ling Chuan.

Ling Chuan stretched out his hand to support him, and asked with concern, "How is it?"

"It's useless. It may be that Qiongqi's mana is too much higher than mine, or someone is obstructing it. Nothing can be determined."

Ling Chuan tied a knot between his eyebrows, "Then what should we do?"

Luo Weiyu shook her head, "I can't."

Ling Chuan sighed, "Forget it...it's fate..."

Good or bad luck that cannot be accounted for.

This divination put a heavy lock on several people's hearts.For several days, Ling Chuan was always depressed, and Luo Weiyu lay in bed for two days after that.

During this period, Ye Zhaohong stubbornly dragged his half-disabled body to see Luo Weiyu, and was almost severely injured by Han Jiyong again.

Taking advantage of Luo Weiyu's illness, Ling Chuan took a leave of absence from the school for him.

Ling Chuan and Qing Kong reluctantly went back to work.

As the saying goes, behind every dead programmer there is a customer (fog) who randomly changed the requirements...Ling Chuan and the others met such a crazy customer.

So much so that in the next half month, Ling Chuan dreamed of it every day when he took a nap. He tied up the client and blindfolded him, and then the client asked in surprise: "What do you want to do?"

Silent, whipped, the client begged for mercy: "Don't hit me, do you want money?"

Another whip, "Is one hundred thousand enough?"

Another whip, "100 million?"

Another whip.The customer collapsed: "What the hell do you want?"

"What do you want? I'll help you with the project, and I really want to know what the fuck you want when writing code!"

Software outsourcing is so difficult, Ling Chuan even dreamed of making a villain for his clients...

At that time, everyone was a bit busy, so Han Jiyong was left to take care of Luo Weiyu.

However, after hearing what Ling Chuan said, Luo Weiyu was somewhat uncomfortable when facing Han Jiyong, but whenever he made any physical contact, his performance became a little nervous.