Big Data Cultivation

"Huh?" Feng Jun heard the good scenery, and suddenly came to spirit.

In the conversation between the two, having dinner ... doesn't mean just eating.

But he also had to guard against good scenery fooling himself, when he really just had a meal, would n’t he be happy?

So he glanced at her, "Well, have dinner ... Do you still have free space in your stomach after this afternoon tea?"

"It's possible to supper," Good Scenery replied without hesitation. "Seriously, I'm not convenient for dinner. There are two classes in the evening. After class, I just go to eat supper with you."

Feng Jun looked at her obliquely and said with a smile, "I feel a little confused about this logic ..."

"If I prove my own predictive ability, it means that I did not lie to you, you should not doubt me ... I won you, and I also invite you to supper, is this appropriate?"

Good Scene replied carelessly, "I can ask you, how much money is for supper?"

Feng Jun shook his head with a smile and spoke slowly, "You know, I don't want to hear this sentence."

The scenery's face flushed red, but she did not know that she had exposed her feet, and she made a casual look. "Otherwise, you show your hands first, big man's, just move your mouth?"

"That's it," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, picked up the phone, "Don't quarrel if you can ..."

He swiped the phone twice, and then put it down again, with a soft hum, and glanced in a certain direction.

Feng Jun has made a new discovery.

Because he was forced to show his prediction ability immediately, he didn't know what to measure now, so he picked up his phone and wanted to take a look at "people nearby".

This is a shopping mall. There are a lot of people nearby. He hopes to find some things that someone doesn't know from someone. This ... can barely be predicted?

Of course, even if he can't find a qualified person, he can still look for something else.

For example, a coin falling under the counter ...?

Anyway, he picked up his mobile phone and pulled it, which is a common thing in modern people's lives. Even if nothing is obtained, good scenery doesn't know what he did, and he can try again after a while.

There were no mistakes in his calculations, and the operation was exceptionally smooth. In the first time, he had a windfall.

He actually saw a small line of comments on a man named "Qi Zhengting", "There was a blood-light disaster within half an hour, and metallic injuries."

This unlocks the new posture ... oh no, new features?

Feng Jun was a little puzzled, and there would be a **** catastrophe. This might not be worse, but his stone ring had been upgraded to red for a long time. Why did he not find it before? Tips?

Haven't you encountered anyone who has suffered from blood damage? That's just a joke. Feng Jun killed five martial arts soldiers on the river beach. These five people were absolutely blood-stricken. Especially the first two people, he also used "people nearby" to investigate.

It was the three people who were in formation, because the distance was too far, and the distance between the people nearby was not enough. He only used "nearby weapons".

But those two high-level martial artists ... what's going on?

Could it be because of causation with me, so I can't probe? Feng Jun couldn't help but guess.

His thoughts are said, it is normal to count the hexagrams without counting themselves.

He thought hard for a long time, and finally came to the fact that after exploring the two warriors, he spoke for a while, then went to the river beach, and negotiated for a while before he started.

And he and the two martial artists also fought for a while.

Adding the time before and after, it is estimated that half an hour has passed?

To put it bluntly, the emergence of this reminder is probably based on the "half hour" factor. Just like his stock trading in the stock market, he can only see the trend of half an hour.

But Feng Jun couldn't help but think of the courageous prince. When he counted his birthday, he didn't completely abandon the killing thought. If Ya continued to be ignorant, he really wouldn't mind slashing it.

But why, at that time, Shizi did not have similar prompts?

He thought for a long time and made many guesses, but he couldn't find the most authoritative answer after all.

I don't know how long after that, the sound of a good scenery came from his ear, "What are you dazed about?"

Feng Jun then recovered, and then stretched out his right hand, pretending to think about it.

In about half a minute, he stopped. There was no way. When he was thinking, he wasted some time, and he could not accurately determine when the "Blood Light" would appear.

Of course, he must seize the time so as not to miss such a good example.

After pinching for half a minute, he looked around and locked each other, and then closed his eyes again, chanting words in his mouth, and doing various strange gestures on his hand.

After about another half-minute of tossing, he opened his eyes, raised his hand in a direction, and whispered, "Did you see the man in the light gray trench coat? The one next to the woman in red ... I'm sure , Within half an hour, he was suffering from blood and light. "

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chuckle in his ear.

The two turned their heads and found that a waiter was carrying the tray, lowering his head, covering his mouth and hurriedly passing by.

But the smile in the little waiter's eyes was unstoppable.

Looking at Feng Jun with a good view, he made a serious speech, "So I don't give you a face ... it's too jealous."

Feng Jun knew she was teasing herself, but he was too lazy to tell the truth, but pointed one finger down, "That guy went down the escalator ..."

China World Trade Center is a luxury shopping mall with a size of more than 100,000 square meters. Under the ninth floor, it shares a huge patio with a very good view.

Feng Jun's tea house is not directly facing the outside, but he can basically see half of the patio, and there are two escalators.

Seeing him in a serious manner, Haojing also looked sideways, and still teased him in his mouth, "Why do you have to wait for half an hour, how to prove your prediction? Do you keep up ... Huh, how is he?"

Seeing her face change, Feng Jun realized that she had done something a bit inappropriate. In order to prove her predictive ability, she even ignored other people's blood.

But to say guilt, he doesn't have much, "metallic injury"-the ghost knows what the fellow did.

Those who are not likely to inflict harm are just.

Feng Jun would be too lazy anyway, but after seeing a good landscape and having a bad complexion, he hurriedly said, "Do you know him? Then inform him quickly."

As soon as his words fell, he heard a muffled mum, and then there was a burst of exclamation.

Many people looked at it, but it was a combination chandelier with a diameter of more than two meters. I didn't know how to fall off. It just hit a man and a woman passing by.

The man is the one named Qi Zhengting, and the woman is the woman in red next to him.

Feng Jun reluctantly spread his hand at the good scenery, "I'm so sorry, I don't know you two know."

The good scenery gave him a meaningful look, lowered his head and began to pack his handbag, "It's okay, I don't know if I don't know."

At this moment, there was another soft sound, but the waiter who had just knocked over a glass of juice. The glass fell on the ground and fell into a rotten.

But she didn't care about the cup at all, but looked at Feng Jun with a horrified face, "I'm going, is it true?"

Where does Feng Jun care about her? He also grabbed his handbag and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you to see him?"

"How could that be possible?" Hao Jingbai gave him a glance, "Drink afternoon tea with you during work hours ... how can I explain it to others?"

Feng Jun realized that she was a woman with public office.

Well, it seems that he should leave, and she is to see her friends.

To his surprise, Good Scenery raised his hand and recruited the waiter, "Go and take a look, the two of them were badly hurt."

Feng Jun realized again: She who has a public office, it seems that she should not go out to drink afternoon tea-what are the four seals?

The waiter was very clever. In fact, the radius that Feng Jun "proximity people" could explore was only 60 meters. The man was very close to the tea house, so she came back quickly.

"The man ’s injury is more serious, mainly because he has lost more blood, and it looks more miserable, but our chandelier is made of plexiglass, which is very light. He was scratched by a light bulb and some metal pieces. Foot. "

As she said, she carefully took her squinted eyes and glanced at Feng Jun: Was this man just doing nagging and dancing?

It is a pity that she was also an atheist.

Originally, she thought that this unusually handsome little brother was making the lady happy, even thinking that such a weird thing happened, causing her to collapse in all three ways.

After hearing about the situation, Good Scenery turned around and left. Feng Jun saw him and followed closely.

The waiter took out his phone and took two photos quietly.

Unfortunately, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ These two photos are not very clear, and they are a back view and a side view, not on the front.

Fortunately, before that, she secretly took a frontal photo of Feng Jun.

What she thought at the time was that it was rare to encounter a rare handsome guy who was still the type she liked, so she took pictures.

She did n’t even think about licking the screen or something. She was purely keeping her eyes up. Maybe one day her whim would come, and she would send it to her friends circle-"Sister likes this one."

Now she holds three pictures in her hand and wants to inquire about this person, it seems not impossible ...

Where can Feng Jun think, that little waiter has so many ideas?

Out of some apology, he caught up with the good scenery and asked in a low voice, "If you don't show up, don't you call the man?"

He didn't look back, but just accelerated his pace, and said blankly, "What am I calling to say? Husband ... Who is the girl in red next to you?"

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