The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 871 Good Friends, Forever

After the banquet was over, Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru walked outside with Zhou Yang.

The hands of the two people naturally pulled together.

Zhou Yang glanced at it, but didn't say a word.

As for the wife, they are all chosen by themselves.

Before, when he looked at the two people from the perspective of the **** of death, he only found the noisy and various unpleasantness of the two after marriage.

The most terrible one is Hou Peiru's derailment.

Therefore, Zhou Yang only pointed to Gu Yifan.

Tell him that Hou Peiru is definitely not a good match.

However, looking at it now, Zhou Yang couldn't figure it out.

The noisy scene was gone.

Instead, the picture of the future is the case with respect and respect.

And Gu Yifan also got rid of Huaxin's fault, and lived steadily with Hou Peiru.

The two also had two daughters and a son.

Zhou Yang secretly said magic.

"It seems that this destiny is not unchangeable!" Zhou Yang muttered.

"Brother Yang, what are you talking about?" Gu Yifan said.

"Coax your girlfriend, don't worry about me!" Zhou Yang said lightly.

Gu Yifan immediately shrank his head, and looked at each other with Hou Peiru, pursing his mouth, still holding his hands tightly.

Not willing to let go.

After this incident, the two people lived and died together.

In Hou Peiru's view, at the critical moment, instead of leaving her to escape alone, Gu Yifan was bent on saving her instead.

I should be content to meet a man who thinks so for me.

So everything is logical.

Two men and one woman, three of them, just wandered in the street.

It's pure relaxation.

Originally, Gu Yifan didn't have this face to speak.

But Zhou Yang expressed that he wanted to walk around at will and think about some things.

Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru followed behind them with a faceless expression.

Worried about being recognized and causing trouble, Zhou Yang changed his appearance.

Gu Yifan is fine.

Hou Peiru's face twitched again.

Extraordinary, really can't see from ordinary perspective.

Zhou Yang walked and stopped along the street, sometimes looking up at the sky, as if thinking about things.

Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru were surprised.

Gradually, Zhou Yang and the three slid into the bustling pedestrian street.

However, there are a lot of fun things on this pedestrian street.

There is a violin artist on the street with an open lid in front of him.

There are also entertainers who control the puppets to play the piano. The puppets make all kinds of funny expressions on their faces, and they work well with the background music, which arouses applause.

"I haven't been out shopping for a long time...it's quite interesting!" Gu Yifan smiled.

Hou Peiru smiled and said, "It feels really good to be alive!"

The two took a peek at Zhou Yang, who was looking around.

To be honest, although the pedestrian street is prosperous, there is not much to see.

All people!

However, Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru did not know that the world in Zhou Yang's eyes was completely different.

A strip of colorful, thin silk threads stretched out from the top of everyone's head and directly connected into the sky.

Zhou Yang looked at the missing body information from Wei Feifei on the phone, frowning slightly.

Observing the entire East China Sea from the perspective of the **** of death, information from tens of millions of people flooded in.

Even if it is a dead person, the silk thread on the head is gray-black.

At a glance, the number can not be counted.

What's more, the loss of the body is not only Donghai.

Several nearby cities also appeared at the same time.

Zhou Yang's current vision can only cover the East China Sea, and he is temporarily unable to do anything outside this range.

What a headache!

Zhou Yang knocked his head.

Wei Feifei trusted him too much.

And he is kind of nursed.

At this time, it may be God’s will, or it may be destined...

Zhou Yang's ghost envoy was so bad that he looked at the roadside.

Xia Guo's ancient books used to have words like "a glance for ten thousand years".

In short, the two people should have a close heart, or a destiny in a previous life... Anyway, they just met.

As a result, in the years after the male god, I will often think of this moment.

What if he didn't turn his head, stay, talk, and ask for trouble at that time... what would happen?

However, no matter what level of world it is, there is no if.

By the road, there is a small alley.

The width can accommodate two adult men passing at the same time.

Still have to sideways.

Just at the entrance of the alley, there is a table.

A white cloth was spread on the table.

A picture of Tai Chi is drawn in the middle of the cloth hanging in front of the table.

The words standing up in a line on the left side of the Tai Chi picture: straight off the iron mouth.

The vertical line on the right: Knowing Yin and Yang.

In a corner of the table, there is a bamboo stick, inside which is a chopstick-like bamboo stick.

A young man sat behind the table.

There was a guise of a bamboo pole beside him, and nothing was written on it.

This guy didn't wear a robes like a fortune teller. The young man in the cold wind was wearing a black stand-up collar suit.

Energetic, handsome, a bit cold...

"Suck..." The young fortune teller in a formal suit sniffed and tried to maintain an upright sitting posture.

But in the cold wind, it seemed so helpless.

Zhou Yang just had to look at it from the perspective of Death.

The result was stunned.

There is no thread on this person's head.

This... is magical.

Except for those from the middle class, everyone else has threads in his eyes.

Could this fortune teller also come from the middle world?

"Sir, how about it?" Duan Que couldn't help but waved to Zhou Yang with a grin.

Especially, the East China Sea is really hard to mix.

Setting up a stall to count fortunes, except for the first day after a rich woman came to the fortune, there was no business for many days, which was very different from other cities.

Is a thousand yuan expensive for Xiaoye?

This is for cause and effect.

One thousand yuan is the same as free.

Oh, really helpless.

Zhou Yang smiled and walked over and sat opposite him.

He is purely interested in this fortune teller.

From the perspective of the **** of death, Duan Que's past and present lives should appear in Zhou Yang's mind.

But it was surprising... there was nothing.

Zhou Yang couldn't see him.

Doubts, doubts, plus precautions, many different emotions appeared in Zhou Yang's mind at the same time.

"What are you?" Duan Que brushed his shoulders and made a master look.

"How do you curse?"

Zhou Yang didn't say a word, and Gu Yifan was unhappy.

"This is my brother Yang, what do you say?" Gu Yifan rolled up his sleeves directly.

Zhou Yang is directly like a fairy in his heart.

Would a guy who set up a roadside stall dare to say anything bad?

Zhou Yang laughed and waved his hand to signal Gu Yifan not to make trouble.

Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru stood behind Zhou Yang just like the left and right guardians.

Both people are persons of identity.

Stop casually, also with momentum.

The fortune-telling young man was not frightened, but scratched his chin, glanced at the two of them, frowned and said, "It's rare that today's life and death disaster has been eliminated!"

Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru looked at each other.

This kid is kind of ethical!

It turned out to be able to see that they had encountered a life and death catastrophe.

The young man squeezed his eyes at Zhou Yang: "If we can meet in the vast crowd, it means we are destined. I will give you a divination... Let's say it first, the gua gold is 50% off, 500 yuan will do!"

Zhou Yang kept turning his mind reading skills.

as I thought.

Mind reading cannot be used either.

"Okay, you count!" Zhou Yang smiled.

This guy is interesting.

"Fortune-telling? Test characters? Hanging? Palmistry? Face? Ziwei, Meihua...you pick the same!" Duan Que smiled.