Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

"It turns out that this is the case, that Mu Hanyan might be fooled, I'm afraid she won't recognize it." Zhou Qi said.

"Don't worry about this. I have been sending people to stare at him these days. I heard that the dude went to the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce if he was okay. I guess he was a lot of money. The Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce is gaining momentum recently. Even a well-known appraiser like Qu Shanling has been recruited by them, and they will find someone to appraise it at that time, but he will not believe it." Miss Zhao Si said confidently.

"Will someone find out the authenticity?" Zhou Qi said with confidence.

"Don’t worry, I have heard Master Uncle comment on all of our Astronomy Masters in An Yunguo, and also heard of Qu Shanling’s name. According to Master Uncle, it is an old sacred stick who doesn’t learn countless people. I was dyed white, although he was knowledgeable and a little insightful, but he had no real ability." Zhao Sining said disapprovingly.

"Then I'm relieved." Zhou Qi said.

"Well, let's get ready for it. This time, we must make Mu Hanyan somersault." Miss Zhao Si said excitedly.

The thought of Mu Hanyan's bad luck made her blood boil, and her whole body became irritable. It's a pity that there are outsiders present. To be at home, she wants to take off and cool off. Miss Zhao Si suddenly stiffened. What kind of weird impulse is this? Is it true that you are really addicted to the Guo Ben abused by Mu Hanyan? Nonsence! fart! It is absolutely impossible! impossible!

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At dawn, Mu Hanyan rushed to the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce with Mu Nan.

She has completed the last page of the Star Fantasy Thousand Secret Art, and the previous hand-determined Qu Shan Ling has been derived, and only one last move is needed.

"Dear Lord, early." Qu Shanling got up early today, sitting on the grandmaster's chair with a big belly and greeted Mu Hanyan.

After vomiting blood for so many days and gnawing on roast pigs for so many days, not only did he not lose weight, he was also fatter.

Qu Shanling was also a little excited. As long as he completed the final beckoning decision, he would completely solve the mystery of the Star Fantasy Thousand Secret Art, and he would be able to resolve his life and death catastrophes, and no longer worry about life.

"Let's get started." Mu Hanyan said impatiently.

"Well, wait for me to take a few more bites." Qu Shanling took out a huge pork leg from his arms, gnawed a few bites and stuffed it into his arms, wiped the oil stains on his hands, and started to practice. Decided.

Mu Hanyan and Mu Nan are both black lines. The hockey stick is exactly the same as Wen Ren Qingqiu. But others are chicken legs. You are pig legs. Is it appropriate to put it in your arms? Not too panic. Besides, is it really appropriate to see how big the chest is?

Qu Shanling made a decision, as before, at the beginning, it was smooth and free, but after that, it became slower and more laborious, and his face became paler and paler. Then, a mouthful of blood came out.

"Master." The two disciples shouted again, but they were obviously not panicked as before.

Mu Hanyan was right, vomiting blood is not a big deal, and eating pork leg makes it up. Master's face is filled with oil every day, and they are accustomed to buying pork legs every day. Now if they don't see Master spit a few times, they still feel that something is wrong, and they doubt if Master's body is sick.

Qu Shanling waved his hand, took out a few bites of roasted pork leg, and continued to fight the fight, and then he vomited blood, gnawed the pork leg, beat the fight again, vomited blood, gnawed again...