Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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"Shake it, little nephew!"

Yuzhenzi looked at her firmly and said, "No matter what you do, my uncle will support you infinitely. However, this time, you just listen to my uncle once and let him either live or die!"

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"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded.

The small clock on my hand shook slightly...

Yu Zhenzi covered her chest and her face twisted in pain.

"Uncle Master, what's wrong?"

Yang Zimei hurriedly supported him, trying to inject vitality into him to protect his heart.

Who would have known that his face turned as golden as paper in an instant, blood as black as ink overflowed from his lips, and he fell into Yang Zimei's arms in a daze, his breathing and heartbeat stopped.

"Uncle Master——"

Yang Zimei screamed and took out the silver needle for first aid, but nothing could pull him back from the hands of death. His heart and lungs were instantly riddled with holes.

The golden silkworm Gu, which was like a golden thread, crawled out from his chest. Yang Zimei swung the Moye Sword and cut it into countless pieces.

"Little nephew..."

Yang Zimei heard his uncle's disembodied soul calling out, and raised his teary eyes, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, little nephew. It just hurt and he died. It's great."

Yu Zhenzi's soul had a light smile without resentment, "If I die, I won't have to be controlled by that old dog Meng Tianxiao. Let's go kill him."

"Um!"

Yang Zimei nodded with tears in his eyes, "I will definitely kill him, and then lock his soul into the soul gathering mirror so that he will never be reincarnated!"

"Please take good care of your senior brother, I'm leaving!"

Yu Zhenzi waved to her and followed Black and White Wuchang away.

"Master...Uncle..."

Yang Zimei looked at his disappearing soul, knelt down next to his body, and shed tears...

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Meng Tianxiao, who was sitting in the Lincoln car and preparing to return to city B, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if a thousand arrows had penetrated his heart.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Zhihua Xiaoshu, who was standing next to him, saw that his expression suddenly turned very bad and asked hurriedly.

Meng Tianxiao did not speak, but hurriedly took out a golden pill from a black glass bottle and swallowed it. He closed his eyes and breathed for a while, and the sharp pain subsided.

"They actually killed my golden silkworm Gu!" Meng Tianxiao gritted his teeth, his face still filled with an unusual light golden color.

The Golden Silkworm Gu was raised by him using his own essence and blood, and it is connected with his essence and energy.

It died, and he also suffered direct internal injuries, which completely damaged most of his vitality. Fortunately, he carried with him the Yuan-Yuan Dan that was carefully prepared for more than fifty years, so that most of his vitality could be replenished.

"The death of the golden silkworm Gu, does it mean that the person who was poisoned by the Gu has died?" Zhihua asked doubtfully, "Master, you probably didn't recite the Gu curse. How could he die?"

"That hard thing Yu Zhenzi probably would rather die than be restrained by me." Meng Tianxiao gritted his teeth and said, "This time we are in big trouble. That girl Yang Zimei can even break my Nine Palaces Flying Star Formation. She has such qualifications

It’s not that powerful.”

"What should we do? Should we go back to the United States quickly?" Zhihua asked nervously.

"Well, let's go now! Qingyun, drive to the airport in City B!" Meng Tianxiao nodded.

He is no longer the passionate young man he used to be. Now he has power, money, and a good life. He absolutely cannot die just for a breath.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!

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[Everyone thinks, can this guy Meng Tianxiao be allowed to escape? 】