After these words made Chu Qingge stunned, he suddenly felt cold all over.

What did this fortune teller see through?

The emptiness has lasted for more than twenty years, and the soul...

She shook her head, feeling like she was being dragged in.

Is it her performance that makes the other party see the clues?

Otherwise, how could you see through so much?

Must be!

However, even if he understands his expression, he cannot understand the time travel.

What exactly is he... talking about? What she thought she meant?

Or, playing with words?

Chu Qingge felt cold all over her body, and suddenly, a big palm fell on her shoulder.

The Nuannuan palm gave her strength inexplicably.

Qingge looked up again and met the fortune teller's gaze: "Why tell me where I come from and who is it?"

"You must be from Southern Jin..."

"Hehe." Qingge finally sneered.

How could she be from Southern Jin?

This fortune teller is really fooling himself.

She is a modern person from the 21st century!

The fortune teller looked at her face seriously again, and his eyebrows gradually condensed together again, and suddenly, he shook his head again.

There seems to be some problems that he can't even figure out.

"You... are really from the Southern Jin Dynasty. Your soul should belong here. You and her... are in their own lineage."

"Stop saying such chaotic and vague words."

Chu Qingge suddenly became very irritable: "Are you fortune tellers used to fooling people with vague words?"

The fortune teller looked at her and was not angry, but it seemed that he was still thinking about something.

Seeing that Chu Qingge began to get impatient and wanted to leave, he said, "Okay, little girl, I really can't see through many things in you, and I have never met such a girl who is so unsightly."

Qingge snorted coldly: "Crazy and cheat!"

"You can ask some pleasant questions, those that are too complicated. If I figure it out in the future, I will naturally come to you."

"So, I'll cheat my money now. In the future, who knows where to find you?"

Isn’t this the most common method used by liars? If she is a three-year-old child, she doesn’t know anything?

"Ha, you don't have to come to me." The fortune teller smiled and said, "I said, I'm here to come to you."

"Forget it, it's really a cheater."

Qingge threw down a broken silver: "Let's go, let's just lie to me, don't lie to other ordinary people, it's not easy for them to make some money."

The fortune teller smiled and put away the silver.

Qingge, however, looked at his cash checkout action and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

If he didn't want money, she would feel a little uneasy, and always felt that this person was really weird.

However, after collecting the money, he confirmed his thoughts that this person was just a fraudster.

She stood up and was about to leave.

The fortune teller said, "I took the girl's money but didn't do it well for the girl to do it."

“No need…”

"Miss, your first child is a son." said the fortune teller with a smile.

Qingge turned around and glared at him, but Feng Liye, who was beside him, turned dark: "It's his son!"

Why does this sound full of disgust?

Qingge glared at him: "What's wrong with your son? Is your son so disgusted by you?"

Feng Liye doesn't speak, and he is in a obviously bad mood.

How could it be a son? He likes it, but his daughter!

How great is a pink and tender, pink and jade-carved sweet milk bag!
Chapter completed!