Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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With this summoning spell, the innocent souls that he had originally killed came to respond one after another, surrounded him, and began to tear him apart.

Wen Ting was originally a person who was not afraid of anything, but when he saw the ghosts he had killed standing in front of him one by one, accusing him and beating him, he began to be afraid.

"Kill me, kill me quickly!"

He shouted to Long Zhutian and Yang Zimei who were leaving.

"How could we commit murder for you? Don't be naive."

Yang Zimei sneered, "Those people you have killed will naturally kill you."

Only then did Wen Ting realize that the truly terrifying thing might not be Long Zhutian, but her, who looked so delicate and harmless to humans and animals.

Seeing Long Zhutian's heavy heart, Yang Zimei quickly took his hand and rested his head on his shoulder, "Zhutian, are you still worried?"

"Um."

Long Zhutian nodded and held her hand tightly.

"Don't worry, don't forget, I have cultivated to the point where I am close to the realm of God. Even if I am injured, I can heal myself."

Yang Zimei deliberately said casually, "On the contrary, it's you. Without the Taomu card, you will be even more in danger."

"Even if it can heal itself, the injury is still painful. If the shot just hit your head, with Wen Ting's skill, it can completely explode your head."

Long Zhutian looked at her cute little head.

How can such a head be exploded like a watermelon?

"Hehe, then I will have to wear a helmet when going out in the future?"

Yang Zimei asked deliberately and playfully.

Long Zhutian's eyes lit up.

Yang Zimei was sweating, "Don't you really want me to go out wearing a helmet?"

"I have this idea."

Long Zhutian tightened his grip on her, "There are many benefits when you go out wearing a helmet. First, it can prevent someone from getting shot in the head. Second, it can prevent so many men from looking at you lustfully."

Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue, "Why do I think there are more women looking at you lustfully?"

Just now, Long Zhutian's roll to save Yang Zimei and his action of instantly defeating Wen Ting were watched by many passers-by.

Those female passers-by, seeing Long Zhutian's handsome and powerful appearance as if in a movie, all stared at Long Zhutian with fascination and refused to blink.

"He is so awesome. Even though he has a broken arm, he looks even more charming as a man."

"Yeah, he's similar to Yang Guo, so handsome and cool!"

"If I had a boyfriend like this, I would die without regrets."

"You'd better stop daydreaming. Didn't you see a little dragon girl standing next to her? Just watch her and become a nymphomaniac."

"Bullshit Little Dragon Girl, she just has white skin and no special features. She is not worthy of that Yang Guo."

A woman who dressed fashionably but spoke in a foul language looked at Yang Zimei with disdain and said to her companions, "It's a pity for such a handsome man to match her."

"Pfft, isn't it right that I deserve you?"

Her bad friend laughed and said, "You'd better go home and look in the mirror."

"Go away, can anyone harm a friend like you? After all, I am the beauty of our school after all."

"After all, our school is also known as an engineering college without beauties. If you happen to be pretty, people will just call you the school beauty. But look at her, even if you are in a liberal arts college with many beauties, you can still be a beauty.

The school beauty."

"Ahhhhh——"

The woman screamed frantically, reaching out to pinch her companion's neck, "That's too much. How could you harm your friend's ambition to grow up with someone else's?"

"Friends are all meant to be hurt, not to mention, you look like you were born to be hurt!"

"Go away, you're the one who suffered the loss!"

The two of them were having fun together.

Yang Zimei looked at the two of them and couldn't help but miss her good friends Xia Mo and Lan Yaya.

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