Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 195 Mu Jiaer Lang's Appearance

Seeing that the little girl really didn't seem to be in trouble except for two mouthfuls of blood, Mo Junli's suppressed anger surged up.

His complexion was extremely bad, and he was almost gnashing his teeth while speaking: "If I had known that you could vomit blood, I shouldn't have agreed to help you watch the wind and protect the law!"

"What about cherishing your life? Turn your head and count things that shouldn't be counted. If you rely on your depth and skill, you can just go crazy, huh?"

The young man was sullen, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pinch the cheek of the little girl who didn't have a long memory, but when his eyes touched her pale little face with little blood, he couldn't lift his hand immediately.

"You say you, if you count yourself as dead in this life, where can I go to get such a powerful little national teacher?" Mo Junli softened his tone and rubbed the center of his brows in frustration. He really can't hit or scold the girl, "Tell me, what was it just now?"

"You." Mu Xici spoke wearily, with some bloodshot black pupils in his eyes, and he grabbed the young man's eyes, "I count it as your fate."

Mo Junli was stunned.

"I thought you were Aning or the Duke..." The young man was surprised, "Okay, what are you counting on me?"

He's not the kind of person who doesn't know anything about the future. He has relived his life and knows almost everything about Mo Shuyuan's next behavior. In addition to this life, he has set up many arrangements a few years in advance...

Even if the disaster relief three years later was really a catastrophe for him, he is still sure that he can survive it safely.

Why did you ask the little girl to take such effort?

The young man panicked for a moment, he remembered that Mu Xici had told him earlier that most of the great luck during this period fell on him - how do you calculate the fate of the person who carries it?force to count...

"I counted according to the order of your lives." Mu Xici blinked, and his voice was calm as usual, "It was indeed my father who counted first. After the calculation, I saw that there was still room left, so I took advantage of the situation count you."

"I thought that as a human being in two lifetimes, Dao would treat me more preferentially that day. How could I have imagined..." Master Mu raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and sneered, "Those with great luck really don't count."

"Knowing that you can't count it!" Mo Junli's anger had just dissipated, and he immediately jumped up again. He would wish he could just bite this worry-free thing to death!
God knows how he felt when he saw her vomiting blood, he almost thought he was going to collect the little girl's body again!

Mo Junli ground his teeth, hesitantly squeezed out a sentence: "Are you really okay?"

No loss of life or loss of luck?

"There are a lot of things in the world that you know you can't do, but this one is not bad." Mu Xici said lightly, and took away the copper coins scattered on the ground, "You may not believe it, but I really don't believe it." fine."

After hearing this, the boy squeezed his knuckles, and asked again worriedly: "Really?"

"En." Mu Xici nodded, and when she got up, her numb legs and feet went limp, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

Fortunately, Mo Jun's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he grabbed her: "How long have I been kneeling there, and I don't know what to do."

"Didn't I forget it?" The little girl pursed her mouth and muttered, "Except for the little blood that was provoked, the rest of the life span and fortune were not damaged. It’s still God’s intention to release the water.”

"No matter what it is, it's not a bad thing. I guess, I can't figure it out now, and it's probably because it's not the time—"

"I remember that you still have to wait three years for your life calamity. Whether you can calculate it and how much you can calculate will be known after three years." Mu Xici spread his hands.

If the death calamity is approaching three years later, she still can't figure it out...

Then save the country with a curve, she turned her head to count the other people around Mo Junli, she still didn't believe it, counting a large group of subordinates in his pavilion, but still can't deduce his fate!

"Even if you can forget it in the future, you'd better not forget it." Mo Junli pursed his lips, his pupils could not restrain the undercurrent, "It is enough to forget Aning and Sister Mu."

He is not a purely kind person, if this little girl commits such a terrible death again and again, he really can't help but bite her to death first.

"My second brother's fate is closely related to my father's. If you know my father's death, you don't need to forget his." Mu Xici sighed and looked at the sky, "Strictly speaking, only you and me are left. Sister's."

Within Mu Wenjing's sliver of life, she accidentally grasped a little bit of Mu Xiuning's fate. Although this was an out-and-out accident, it was still reasonable——

If her father hadn't died in the previous life, the burden on the second elder brother would not have been so heavy. He was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he went to the frontier. Apart from his unparalleled martial arts skills, his ability to lead troops in battle and calm people's hearts was still weak with.

In his previous life, he was a general born on the battlefield.

Once his father, whom he had loved and loved for many years, died, the half-grown boy, who had not yet been crowned, had no time to shed many tears, so he had to rush to the border alone.

The frontier city of Qianping is in turmoil, and there are tens of thousands of Mu's troops without a leader. He is the only son of the eldest family of the Mu family. He must alone be the leader of the border defense——

In front of him are the enemy's well-armed troops and horses, and behind him are the unarmed and innocent people of the motherland.

He had no choice but to be forced to grow up again and again in the wind and snow that scraped bones and flesh, and grew up in the fighting and blood, until he grew into a qualified general who could firmly guard his country. , guarding the century-old glory of the other country's government, and guarding the immortal military spirit of Mu's family——

So Fengshuang climbed onto his face, and the ferocious scars destroyed his handsome face. The young man who used to be dressed in anger was replaced by the vicissitudes of the young general in silver armor. In his eyes, she could only find the sand and dust of the desert. .

But that's what Mu Jiaerlang should look like.

Mu Xici's nose suddenly turned astringent, her second brother could have grown up slowly.

like their father.

She heard that when her father was young, he was also the most handsome son of a family in Beijing, attracting the hearts of countless noble girls.

The second brother can do the same.

"Then it's only sister Mu." Mo Junli was a little helpless, he really didn't know what to do with her now, so he could only try his best to soften his tone, "Don't count it as mine. How can there be no progress at all?"

"You have to trust me once, don't you?"

"Understood." Mu Xici responded indiscriminately, but he didn't take his words seriously in his heart, and instead shook his hands and feet, "Mo Shuyuan and the others left?"

"Let's go." Mo Junli raised his head and glanced at the gazebo by the tree, the inside was already empty, and they probably left soon after Mu Xici finished his calculations, but he was nervous about the little girl's injury at that time , did not pay much attention to the movement in the pavilion.

"Tsk, what a pity." Mu Xici smacked her lips, she hadn't heard anything about this scene, but luckily there was probably another one after lunch, so there was no rush.

"Come on, put away the formation. Let's find a place with water and wash your face first." The boy threw his sleeves in a nonchalant manner.

The blood on her face was wiped late, and there are still some marks that are not deep or shallow, and they can be found with a little attention, and they have to deal with it quickly.

"Oh." The little girl responded sullenly, thinking that this brat has a really big temper.

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