The young lady has golden fingers

Chapter 1137 Melancholy!

"See this flower?"

Di Jiuyuan spread her hand slightly, and an iris flower bloomed in the palm of her hand. The petals were layered on top of each other, exuding a faint light, which looked coquettish and moving.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be an organization in the Imperial Capital that uses this flower as a totem. All Cheng Yongdao's disciples have a pattern of an iris flower on their wrists. The one you caught earlier wanted to snipe Long Zhongyi The sniper who kept saying that he was from the concentration camp of the fifth killer, but he had such a flower on his wrist.”

Long Yan said in a deep voice, "Cheng Yongdao is a Fengshui master invited by the Gu family, which means that this matter has nothing to do with the Gu family."

"Well... Actually, what I'm more curious about now is why they use irises as their organization's totem?"

The little girl rested her chin on one hand and said thoughtfully.

In the watery almond eyes, there was a streamer floating, looking extraordinarily cunning, making people feel that they must be planning some bad idea at a glance.

Long Yan reached out and hugged him into his arms, then rolled on the bed.

"So my little princess, what are you going to do?" Looking at her little fox-like expression, she must be planning something in her heart.

"The Gu family has a psychic, and you ordinary people can't play against each other, so I decided to have some fun."

Of course the psychic had to fight the psychic, wouldn't it be unfair otherwise.

She wanted to know the origin of this Cheng Yongdao, and why did he use the iris flower as the totem of the organization?
If it goes well, then get rid of that old bastard with malicious intentions in the Gu family.

Long Yan knew that his little girl had always been very arrogant.

But in fact, it is very considerate.

She was clearly cornering the corner to help him!
"So what are you going to do?" Long Yan reached out and scratched her small and exquisite nose.

Di Jiuyuan smiled sinisterly, "Well... I, I don't plan to do anything, I just want to play a game with those mentally retarded people. In fact, this game, I wanted to start long before going to the border , but it was delayed because of you. It's not too late to start now."

Miss Dijia said playing games, but anyone who knows her well knows that playing this game will kill you...

As for psychics, what they are best at is saving their lives.

If you don't force him into a corner, into a dead end, until he can no longer swallow his anger, he will definitely not easily come out to die.

So of course we have to play some cat-and-mouse games, so that we can force out those mice hiding in the dark corners.

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at the same time.

The old man with a white beard was holding a fried chicken in his hand, with a bottle of white wine beside him, sitting on the roof alone.

While eating fried chicken contentedly, he took a sip of white wine from time to time.

However, the expression on his face was very serious, and he didn't look as unreliable as before, but instead revealed a trace of melancholy.

He murmured some words that others could not understand, sounding worried.

"The star of Hongluan has completely shifted, and the little girl finally has a bit of vitality and humanity. If it was before, I can comfort her a little bit. But the object of Hongluan's heart is not Zisheng. Woolen cloth?"

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