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Chapter 984 This handwriting is really familiar

Hong Qiurong reacted and quickly handed the note to Su Zhiyu.

"Zhiyu, how do you write here as your birth date and horoscope!"

"Um!"

Su Zhiyu nodded with a serious face.

She also wanted to know why this Taoist priest had her birth date?

It seems that something is strange, but the reason is definitely not simple!

When Su Zhiyu took the note and spread the palm of her palm, her round little face suddenly wrinkled into a ball.

"This handwriting..."

After she muttered twice, her brows were even more tightly locked, and she was confused.

Why was she so familiar with the handwriting on the note?

But after thinking about it carefully, she couldn't think of where she had seen it for a moment.

She felt a little anxious, so she raised her little hand and knocked on her forehead hard.

"Where did you see it?"

Seeing that Su Zhiyu was paying attention to the notes, Qin Huaiyang's heart was almost in his throat.

He wrote the note to the Taoist priest, and he never thought that this fool would carry it with him.

It’s really not enough to succeed, but it’s more than enough to fail.

He was worried, but he didn't dare to come forward rashly, for fear that Su Zhiyu would come back to his senses and recognize that it was his handwriting.

Just when he was extremely anxious, a breeze blew, and directly swept away the notes in Su Zhiyu's hand.

The note was spinning in the air, and finally fell directly into the bucket beside it.

The inferior yellow paper melted immediately as soon as it touched the water stains, and the handwriting on it became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Zhiyu's heart tightened and he quickly used his hands to fish it, but what he caught was still a ball of paste.

Seeing this, Qin Huaiyang's nervousness instantly relieved a lot, and he relaxed in one breath.

He pretended to be sad and came to Su Zhiyu's side.

"Sister Zhiyu, don't be sad. I won't let something happen to the old Su family."

He said comforting words, and his hand was still behind his back, looking at the Taoist priest with enough fingers.

The Taoist priest immediately followed suit.

"Yes, girl, this is a destined marriage. It will be a smooth future if you become a good girl!"

Faced with the Taoist priest's ardent expectations, Su Zhiyu always felt something was wrong, and his almond eyes stared at the Taoist priest.

No matter how she looked at it, she thought there was something wrong with this Taoist priest!

Those sentences look like liars in the world.

The Taoist priest was baptized by Su Zhiyu's scorching gaze and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

His eyes dodged and his expression seemed very stiff, which further confirmed Su Zhiyu's guess.

"Master Taoist, how did you know my birth date and horoscope?"

The sudden inquiry made the Taoist priest confused.

He choked even more, his brows trembled slightly, and his eyes were nervously circling around.

"I...of course I calculated this!"

He stammered and evasively said something, and his eyes behind him didn't dare to look at Su Zhiyu.

Now, Su Zhiyu became more convinced and approached the Taoist priest with a gloomy little face a few steps closer to him.

"That Taoist priest is really a god!"

The Taoist priest obviously heard the disbelief in her words, and immediately panicked.

Fortunately, Qin Huaiyang was quite calm, so he deliberately grabbed the panicked Taoist priest and scolded him sternly.

"Master, why not tell me how you calculated it?"

When the Taoist priest was pulled by Qin Huaiyang like this, his panicked heart gradually stabilized.

He cleared his throat, then pretended to be relaxed and pulled the Taoist robe on his body.

"Since that's the case, the old Taoist will not go around with you."

He seriously bounced the whisk in his hand, and then sat down cross-legged on the bamboo bed in the yard.

"It is very easy for people to calculate the eight characters of human beings. The old Taoist also used the art of the Book of Changes and Eight Trigrams to calculate it for several hours."

As he said, he pretended to pinch his fingers, as if he was in a profound way.
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