The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Gu Yinglian: "Before we tell the fortune, can you tell me why there is no sound of fighting in your courtyard?"

The young man narrowed his eyes: "Want to know?"

"nature."

A smile broke out on Master Yan's handsome face, his right eyebrow raised high, "Easy, take the money."

Gu Yinglian...

He was slightly annoyed because this young man's unusual style did not give him any face.

"How many?"

The young man's peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and he raised two slender white fingers.

"Can."

The Triads have deep pockets.

Not short of money.

Yan Tao: "It's very simple. I set up a Feng Shui formation."

Gu Yinglian waited for her to continue speaking, but after waiting for a long time, the handsome young man stopped with a smile on his face?

"Why are not you talking?!"

Young Master Yan glanced at him coolly and said in an angry tone, "I've finished the first question."

Gu Yinglian slammed the table angrily: "You obviously didn't say anything!"

"I am the most professional person. I never dare to bully others, but I also never let others take advantage of me."

Master Yan's voice was slightly cold.

Gu Yinglian stared at her fiercely, but the young man was calm and composed, ignoring his fierce aura.

Gu Yinglian had no choice but to continue asking.

This time, he was much smarter, "How did you arrange the Feng Shui formation?"

Yan Tao's answer was still infuriating, "It was arranged by hand."

Gu Yinglian...! ! !

The boy is so angry!

After being beaten twice in a row, Gu Yinglian finally realized that under the handsome skin of the young man in front of him, there was a very dark heart.

He simply stopped asking.

"Just forget it."

Yan Tao didn't care, he made two strokes in his hand, his plain white fingers were slightly bent and he tapped on the table, "What do you want to count?"

It can prove this young man's ability.

Naturally, it can only be regarded as the past.

Gu Yinglian: "I am fifty-two years old this year, and I became the president of the Triad Society at the age of thirty. Since you can count, then count the disasters I have experienced in the past fifty years."

"Can."

Young Master Yan's beautiful peach blossom eyes were half-squinted, and his gaze seemed to fall lightly on the face of the person opposite.

"Why are you always staring at me?"

Gu Yinglian was very surprised by this kid's strategy. He did not draw lots or throw coins, but just looked at him.

Seeing this made him feel very angry.

"I can figure it out by looking at your face, so why bother?"

Faces can reflect many things.

A fortune teller who is not good enough can only vaguely judge a person's destiny from his or her face.

If you want to calculate the calamity proposed by Gu Yinglian, you can accurately calculate it by measuring the characters or throwing copper coins into the tortoise shell.

However, Yan Tao does not need any of these.

She can tell many things by looking at people's faces.

Compared with other ways of divination, what the face reveals is not accurate enough.

As far as Yantao is concerned, that's almost enough.

On the left and right, the old man looked stupid.

Just shout whatever you want.

"You became the president of the Triad Society at the age of thirty because the previous president died abnormally. Someone in the society resisted you. At the age of thirty, you went through a bloody battle and became the leader. You gained the highest status in the Triad Society, but Something very important has been lost.”

Yan Tao spoke casually, and as her words deepened, Gu Yinglian's expression became more and more shocked.

At the end of this sentence, Gu Yinglian came back to his senses and looked at Yan Tao with sharp eyes, "Did you calculate this?"

Gu Yinglian didn't believe it!

With just one look, can you calculate what he has been through in his thirties? !

Even the masters from the three cities cannot achieve this level of cultivation and vision!

He is only sixteen years old, so young that he is not even a fraction of the age of those masters!