In love with the Zerg Queen (gl)

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So the Buddha allowed himself to survive, and punished these evil obstacles who were still alive and well with thunder.

When she got out of the gate, she saw a palmistry fortune teller on the street.

Ah Heng suddenly remembered that his palm reading had changed quite a lot recently, but if he looked like himself, he would probably surprise people, so Ah Heng borrowed a nearby tailor shop, disguised himself, and then swaggered to the fortune-telling .

She remembered that life didn't seem to be static.

The fate given to her in the past was the lone star of the devil.

Whether it will change this time, she is looking forward to it.

Chapter 114 Palmistry

Her appearance was very ordinary, and even her pupils were disguised. When she walked to the fortune teller and palm reader, she took out a silver coin and put it on the fortune teller's table.

The old fortune teller raised his eyelids to take a look at himself, and finally asked: "Outsider?"

She nodded.

The fortune teller said: "In the provincial capital, silver is worthless. Give me Katerin coins. Do you support card transfers?"

Ah Heng: "..."

The clothes of the fortune teller are still the same, but for such an old-fashioned gentleman, the old god took out his personal terminal and asked her if she supported card transfers.

On the screen not far away, a Zerg baron is giving a morale-boosting speech on the stage. The background is a vast starry sky. Countless fighter planes fly by in groups in the meteorite belt. It is a low-level translator for fools, so the voice does not have much ups and downs after being translated into the language of the planet Katerin.

Ah Heng thought for a while, and exchanged for a piece of jadeite.

Now the fortune teller finally took another look.

Although gold and silver are worthless, emeralds are still valuable as a special product of the planet Katerin. He lifted his personal terminal and scanned it. After confirming that it was real emeralds, he received them in his arms, and pointed to the stool in front of him: " sit."

Don't look at the old man as ordinary, but he himself is a real second-class citizen, a class that some wealthy businessmen who still look like they still wear silk and the common people and nobles in the past dare not provoke them.

Ah Heng sat on the stool.

The fortune-teller asked, "Do you want to test characters, tell fortunes on birthdays, or read fortune tellers?"

Ah Heng smiled slightly, because Yi Rong did it too hastily and casually, this smile was a bit stiff: "Look at the palmistry."

Men left and women right, Ah Heng stretched out his right hand, flattened his palm, and placed the whole thing in front of the fortune teller.

The old fortune teller lowered his head comfortably, and his eyes were completely glued to Ah Heng's palm when he saw it. Ah Heng saw the fortune teller's expression ranging from calm and calm to disbelief, and finally to fear.

He began to tremble slowly.

And the shaking became more and more severe, and the stool under his buttocks and the table in front of him shook together.

Ah Heng was so close that he could even see the beads of sweat on the tip of the fortune teller's pen gradually agglomerating. The fortune teller raised his head and took a closer look at Ah Heng's face with trembling lips. Heng was very unsatisfied, he hurriedly put the jade pendant he had just received back on the table, and said repeatedly: "I can't count your life, return the things to you, I... I have something urgent, I have to close the stall and go home!"

When he reached for the fortune-telling things on the table, he grabbed his neck with one hand, with an irresistible force: "If you don't want the things, tell me the fortune, if the fortune-telling is not good, I will tear down your old bone!"

He had originally placed his hopes on the soldiers patrolling back and forth, but as soon as the soldiers who came to maintain law and order felt the divine power of the woman in front of them, they greeted their lord and decisively bowed and retreated.

The fortune teller understood now, and he nodded again and again: "My lord, let me tell you, let me go first!"

When Ah Heng let go of his throat, he suppressed his fear and said, "Sir, I have to say first, my fortune-telling skills are only average, and you are a Zerg race, so it is not easy to calculate your fortune. Palmistry, you are the fate of the lone star of Tiansha, you can overcome your father and your mother, and you are destined to live alone... Your lifeline is the master of killing, and..."

The fortune teller wiped off the sweat that was oozing again from his forehead, and traced an outline on Ah Heng's palm with his fingertips: "Your hand lines are connected together to form a Rakshasa face."

Rakshasa, ugly men, beautiful women, ogre ghosts.

He had accidentally seen a portrait that had been handed down in a book. It was close to such an image of a beautiful and enchanting woman with an extremely ugly man's face.

What he didn't say was that such a terrifying fate only existed in legends, and few people knew about it.

Ah Heng naturally knew that the fortune teller still had something to say.

However, she has no interest in knowing.

The fortune teller looked at Ah Heng in a daze for a while, and asked cautiously, "My lord, can I go now?"

Ah Heng was really in a terrible mood. She never expected that her fate seemed to be running in an unknown direction and would never return. She waved her hand: "Let's go."

The fortune teller didn't even confiscate the stall and ran all the way at a speed that didn't match his age, never returning.

Ah Heng prefers to save trouble, so he ran to Liang Yuan directly.

Liang Yuan is playing with butterflies in the garden.

Maybe it's because she synthesized the genes of butterflies. She also has a good impression of butterflies. Now that she discovers some of her skills, she stands in the garden and dances a few times before a group of butterflies land on her shoulders and hair. between.

Seeing Ah Heng, Liang Yuan hugged her and said pleasantly, "Ah Heng, I haven't seen you for so long, where have you been, do you miss me to death?"

Ah Heng looked calm: "I came here to ask you to help me catch someone."

Liang Yuan wondered, "Who?"

Ah Heng said: "It's one of Baron Tang's adoptive sons, named Tang Qian."

Liang Yuan nodded, and the order was issued directly. Now Liang Yuan can also use the tools of the information age proficiently. She connected the beeper and gave instructions to the person opposite. After a while, the information came back.

Liang Yuan raised his head: "Tang Qian ran away without any warning, and he ran away more than half a month ago."

Of course Tang Qian had to run.

If he didn't run anymore, he felt that his little life would be over sooner or later.

Ah Heng is now in a high position, and crushing him to death is as easy as crushing an ant, and when he heard his adoptive father talk about this matter, he knew that the head of the Wang family was Ah Heng's biological father, and that the whole family of the Wang family Including the maid, all were wiped out, leaving only a crazy woman, and when her biological father was cut off alive by her, Tang Qian felt his neck was chilly, and only half of it was dangling on his neck shake.