I rely on fortune-telling to become the favorite of the giants

Ordinary people would definitely think that this person was frightened out of his dream.

But Xie Qingmian knows that metaphysical phenomena are all kinds of strange things, and anything can happen.

Chatting on Taobao is really inconvenient, so Xie Qingmian gave him the WeChat ID.

The customer service is poor: add WeChat to talk

Siberian Killer: Good!

The person on the opposite side should have been troubled by this kind of thing for a long time, after Xie Qingmian gave the WeChat ID, he quickly applied for a friend.

It's just that this person's WeChat avatar is a photo of a girl, which seems out of place with the game nickname Siberian Killer.

After agreeing to be a friend, Xie Qingmian wanted to open the chat box, but accidentally saw the basic information of this person.

Clicking on the wrong place, Xie Qingmian wanted to exit the interface, but her eyes inadvertently noticed the three photos displayed in this person's circle of friends.

Suddenly, this person had already sent him a message.

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head: hello hello!Are you the shooter in the game!Poor customer service?

Master Guoshi: Tell me, what strange things did you dream about?

This sentence immediately brought the person opposite to the topic, and the input of nearly several minutes showed that the following story might be a bit long.

I want Yaoyao to hang on her head: Before I say anything, I want to ask you, after a person dies, can she entrust her dreams to her former friends?

Xie Qingmian changed to a comfortable sitting position, leaning against Bo Tingjun's arms to enjoy the other's massage, and quickly pressed the keys on the phone with both hands.

Master National Teacher: If the conditions are met, you can

In a female dormitory in Haishi University, Deng Tingting saw the news, and her nervous heart finally eased a lot.

Because she felt that typing on the mobile phone was too slow, she turned on the computer to log in to WeChat, and swipe across the keyboard quickly.

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head: Actually, I have been dreaming about my roommate recently, she said that she was matched with a yin marriage, please help, I want me to help her

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head: she is really miserable!The patriarchal parents in the family never cared about her, and just wanted her to go to work early to earn money to support the family.It all depends on her persistence to work and study to save money to persist until the third year of junior high school!

Thinking about Yaoyao's head: As a result, she accidentally got into a car accident on the way to work some time ago... But her family took 100 million in compensation and still want to match her ashes with a yin marriage! ! !

Master Guoshi: Don’t get excited, speak slowly, I can untie it if you really deserve it.

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head: Wechat said that you might be reported and banned, let's make an appointment at a coffee shop, I saw that your game address is in Haishi, is it convenient to come out and meet?

Master National Teacher: Yes, just find a place at the gate of your school

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head:! ! !

Deng Tingting's face turned pale, and the computer screen reflected her white and trembling lips that were so frightened at this moment.

I want Yaoyao to hang on my head: how do you know that I am a student! !

Could it be calculated by pinching fingers!Is this person really a master! ! !

Deng Tingting was so excited that she felt that her roommate might be saved.

But soon, another message popped up on the other side.

Master Guoshi: You are hanging on Moments, next time you add strangers, don’t open Moments, it’s not safe

Deng Tingting:::::::

Master Guoshi: I probably understand what you said, it happens that tomorrow is the weekend, you can find a quieter shop in front of the school, I will go there

Deng Tingting: good

After agreeing, Deng Tingting felt a little uneasy again.

The opposite is undoubtedly a man, so it is very unsafe to rashly meet a man who may be an adult in private.

But now Deng Tingting can dream of her roommate crying miserably when she closes her eyes. For this kind of dream, she is both sympathetic and afraid.

In this world, even if you have a clear conscience, the fear of creatures like ghosts is engraved in your genes!

Looking back at the bed next to her roommate, Deng Tingting gritted her teeth and decided to go to the appointment.

The big deal is to set up ten or eight emergency numbers. The coffee shop is all for me to choose, and what else can that person do to her in front of the shop owner.

Xie Qingmian didn't know Deng Tingting's complicated thoughts.

After he replied to the message, the phone was taken away by a big hand and put aside.

"Lie down for a while." Bo Tingjun put him beside him, and lay on the bed with his arms around his waist.

Xie Qingmian reached out to get the phone, but his arms were shorter than Bo Tingjun's, and he couldn't reach the phone with all his strength.

"I don't want to sleep right now!"

Bo Tingjun buried his head on Xie Qingmian's neck, and rubbed it intimately: "Lie down with me, I'm a little tired."

The hard-bodied national teacher softened his heart, and he lay down obediently and stopped making trouble.

Because of the lying down position, Bo Tingjun's long silver hair fell from the sky, and some of the naughty strands fell from Xie Qingmian's shoulders.

Xie Qingmian then picked up these strands of hair and played with them around her fingers.

"Bo Tingjun, have you seen Qingyun afterwards?"

"I've seen it once." Bo Tingjun rested his head on Xie Qingmian's shoulder and closed his eyes, "He came to me to ask for that pen."

Daoist Qingyun is leaving the pen?

"He has long expected that such a thing will happen."

Xie Qingmian asked suspiciously: "Is he human?"

Bo Tingjun gave a four-word answer: "Half human, half god."

Xie Qingmian's eyes were filled with emotion.

In his cognition, God has long since ceased to exist.When the Dayuan Dynasty still existed, there were only a few sporadic gods who were too weak to be called gods in the world.

After 1000 years of turmoil, those few people should have disappeared with the passage of time.

"I don't know the details, you can ask me next time we meet." Bo Tingjun gently touched Xie Qingmian's ear with his lips, "Hey, take a rest."

"Okay."

……

On Chenghua Avenue, a low-key luxury car was driving at a constant speed.

Fan Wujiu stepped on the accelerator to speed up, and occasionally glanced at the rear seat from the interior rearview mirror.

But every time I can only see the scene of Xie Qingmian and Bo Tingjun feeding each other fruit.

From time to time, Xie Bi'an's mocking sound came from the Bluetooth headset.

"Hahahahahaha, Fan Wujiu is too miserable for you, and you have to drive and eat Pluto's dog food, it's miserable."

Fan Wujiu pursed his lips tightly, and raised his hand to switch the earphones to silent mode.

Deng Tingting's school is located near the university town of Haishi, and the coffee shop she made an appointment with is also in the university town.

Before getting out of the car, Xie Qingmian touched Bo Tingjun's cold and smooth hair and said, "Can you Pluto transform? Can you change to a short release? When you go out like this, people think we are playing cosplay."

Bo Tingjun also let Xie Qingmian play with his hair, he has changed the black Pluto suit with red dark pattern that he usually wears today, and is wearing the black shirt and suit pants that Xie Qingmian chose for him, Her long silver hair was tied high into a ponytail.

Before Bo Tingjun could answer, Xie Qingmian said again: "Forget it, let's just leave it like this, I like the way you have long hair."

When the two got out of the car, they immediately attracted the attention of many people around them.

Before the two entered the store, the sound of whispering and the sound of snapping pictures continued, and many people forgot to turn off the flash when taking pictures.

Just as she was about to enter the store, Xie Qingmian turned her head to look at Bo Tingjun when she was suddenly caught by a flashlight.

Bo Tingjun immediately took him into his arms, blocked all the flashing lights with his body, and scanned the audience with cold eyes.

The people around who took pictures were so frightened that they immediately put down their phones and watched the two of them enter the shop.

"Ah! They are so handsome! Who is that boy with silver hair? Is he from our university town?"

"Certainly not. If it is, there have been rumors about it. The black-haired boy next to him is also very good-looking. He looks... very beautiful!" Although the word "beautiful" is a bit strange to describe a boy, she really liked it the first time. Can't find another word to describe it.

"Are they a couple? So close?"

There are also boys who can't stand it, and whispered what's so good about homosexuality.But this sentence was quickly reprimanded by others around him.

"In what era do you still look down on homosexuality? The country has promulgated laws to say it's legal, and it's your turn to beep here. It's so sour that it's better to sell lemonade, maybe you can make a fortune."

"Didn't you see what car these two people got off from? There are only ten cars in the world! Cars that money can't buy!"

"Damn, so awesome!"

"I really want to chat with Nuwa and give her a bad review. Give her a good family for making others look so good."

"Hey, they're all the same, they're all muddy ideas that Nuwa threw down casually."

There are also people who want to enter the store and find a seat to sit down, to see if they can take a look, or if they are lucky, they may be able to ask for a WeChat or something.

But they were stopped as soon as they arrived at the door, and they were told that the two of them had booked up the store just now and would not be picking up customers for the time being.

This coffee shop has two floors, and the upper floor is a simple cubicle, which was originally made by the boss to make it easier for young couples to fall in love.

Deng Tingting was afraid that others would hear her talking about these things, so she paid a little extra to book a box, and came early to wait for someone.

After waiting for about an hour, Deng Tingting finally received a message from the other party saying that she had arrived.

But not long after receiving the news, she heard the movement downstairs, thinking that she was talking about these things with someone, which attracted the police.

Deng Tingting waited in the cubicle tremblingly for a long time, but neither the police nor the master she had an appointment with.

It wasn't until the noise outside gradually died down that she heard footsteps going upstairs.

The door curtain of the compartment was pulled open, and two young boys walked in without giving themselves any glances at all. The boy with the special silver hair put his arms around the shorter black boy, and lowered his head to seriously check his eyes.

"Let me see the eyes."

"It's okay, it's just a flash and it's irritating, it's ready."

Deng Tingting watched the two show their affection as if no one was around, and said cautiously: "That... this is a private compartment, did you go, go wrong?"

Xie Qingmian pushed away Bo Tingjun who was still angry, and walked in front of Deng Tingting: "It's Deng Tingting, I'm the one who made an appointment with you."

Originally, Bo Tingjun had his back to Deng Tingting, but Xie Qingmian was blocked by Bo Tingjun, so Deng Tingting only saw their slender figures and that special long silver hair, but did not see their faces.

At this moment, Xie Qingmian walked in front of her, looking at the two beautiful faces, Deng Tingting suddenly forgot the function of language.

"I-I-I-"

Xie Qingmian sat on the seat opposite to Deng Tingting, and thoughtfully moved inside, leaving half a stool for Bo Tingjun.

Both of them sat opposite to her. Deng Tingting pinched her hand, and the pain brought her back to her senses.

"Come back to your senses?" Xie Qingmian lowered her head, carefully studied the scanning code to order food, and said without raising her head, "What are you drinking? I'm treating you."

Deng Tingting waved her hands anxiously: "No, no, let me treat you."

Xie Qingmian just glanced at her: "No, you are a student, let me treat you."

"Will you drink milk tea or coffee?"

"Milk tea."

"Is taro paste bobo okay?"

"Ok, Ok!"

After ordering, Xie Qingmian put down her phone, looked at Deng Tingting who wanted to talk now, and put her finger to her lips.

"Shh, the boss will come in later."

Deng Tingting suppressed her anxiety until the boss came to deliver the food they ordered, and then she couldn't wait to ask: "You are the Master of the National Teacher?"

"Yes." Xie Qingmian took a sip of his coffee and narrowed his eyes bitterly.

It's so hard to drink.

Thinking of this, Xie Qingmian pushed the coffee in front of Bo Tingjun, and changed the glass of juice in front of him to her.

Facing Bo Tingjun's meaningful eyes, Xie Qingmian just smiled flatteringly.

That's not good QAQ.

Knowing what Xie Qingmian was going to say from his eyes, Bo Tingjun could only helplessly drink the coffee that Xie Qingmian didn't like.

Deng Tingting, who just gathered up her strength and wanted to start talking: ...

Ma Dan, although these two are very good-looking, she doesn't want to eat dog food all the time! !

Fortunately, Xie Qingmian still remembered the business.

Xie Qingmian said: "Go ahead and tell me what you dreamed about."

"I dreamed of my roommate. My roommate passed away unexpectedly last month, but a week ago, I suddenly dreamed of her every day. Whether I was sleeping during the day or at night, I could dream of her."

Thinking of the appearance of her roommate in her dream, Deng Tingting hugged her arms a little shyly.

"In the dream, she was always crying, begging me to save her."

"She said she was married to a ghost?"

Deng Tingting nodded slowly: "Yes, she said that the male ghost would beat her whenever he felt upset, and she couldn't take it anymore."

"Is that so." Xie Qingmian tugged at Bo Tingjun's sleeve, "Hey, this kind of thing won't happen in your underworld, right?"

"I don't know." Bo Tingjun said in a deep voice, "The underworld is huge, and there are many things I don't know about."

Tsk, too.

Xie Qingmian snapped her fingers: "Then there are three possibilities. One is that she was married to a male ghost with some strength, and the other is that she was detained in the underworld."

Shen Tingting didn't quite understand this, she swallowed: "What about the three?"

"The third is that these are really just your dreams, and they didn't happen at all."

Deng Tingting anxiously spoke and gestured: "What I said is true, those dreams are very real, not like a dream, more like..."

"It's more like I was pulled into a different space!"

Xie Qingmian took a sip of the juice, moistened her throat, and did not rush to answer.

Deng Tingting said: "If this is true, I beg you to save her. That girl is really miserable. Her parents don't care about her. They just want her to go home and earn money to buy a house for her younger brother. They never give her tuition and living expenses. I can earn money by working part-time by myself, and occasionally my parents call me to ask for money.”

"She died on the way to a part-time job, working as a night shift attendant. When she came back, she didn't have a car, so she planned to walk back to school. Who knows..."

"Anyway, she is really miserable, with such a vampire family. Master, can you save her so that she can reincarnate and be happier in her next life."

Xie Qingmian knocked on the table, raised her eyes and said, "Is it true that you are married to a yin marriage? I have to go to the girl's cemetery to see."