True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

After Job finished the phone call, he was very anxious.

In the past, Caesar would sleep for a long time every month because of his health.

But it never happened.

What exactly is going on?

**

When Caesar woke up again, it was already night.

He leaned on the bed and sat up, still having a residual dizziness in his head, as if he had been slapped with a dozen sticks.

Caesar couldn't help hissing and muttered, "Who hit me."

A cold voice sounded in his ear: "Still dizzy?"

Caesar didn't react.

Ying Zijin's voice was slow, and she said again: "Caesar, look at me."

Caesar finally recovered, still a little confused, he raised his head blankly: "Boss?"

Why is his boss here?

What happened just now?

On the side, Jobe had lingering fears: "Master, you fainted in the morning, and the medical equipment didn't find out what the cause was."

"It was I who called Miss Ying and gave you treatment before you woke up."

He watched the process of Ying Zijin's treatment for Caesar. He did not use the gold needles and silver needles used by ancient doctors, but only a pair of tarot cards.

Job was also confused.

Completely didn't understand what was going on.

"Ah, boss, I'll trouble you again." Caesar rubbed his temples, adding a bit of exhaustion to his voice, "Maybe my body is getting worse and worse."

Alchemy changes the rate at which cells divide, etc., but one day all cells will die.

Caesar knew that that day was his death.

"It's not your body." Ying Zijin raised her eyes, "You were cursed by someone, don't you know?"

Caesar suddenly sobered up and was startled: "A spell?"

Casting a spell is a Western way of saying, in China, it is "sha"

The essence of both is the same, a curse.

Ying Zijin nodded: "After the dance party ended, who did you contact?"

Caesar's consciousness was still a little unclear. He tried hard to recall: "I haven't seen anyone except your boss, your boyfriend and his employees. I'm in the end..."

He held his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

"Forbearance first, just lift it, it will take a while to get better." Ying Zijin said lightly, "You don't have to think about it, I'll see for myself."

She laid out the tarot cards again and quickly picked three cards.

Caesar knew nothing about divination, so he could only watch.

After more than ten seconds, Ying Zijin's eyes narrowed slightly: "The ability is quite good."

Ordinary fortune-tellers need to obtain the target's birthday horoscope before they can cast spells.

Caesar's real date of birth, now no one knows except her and Norton.

Even so, he was still cursed.

The fortune-teller who proves the spell is on the same level as the fifth river in terms of his ability.

Absolutely senior level.

"Boss, what spell did she cast me?" Caesar took a slow breath, "I don't have any strength."

"Huaguo says it's called 'Peach Blossom Demon'." Ying Zijin said, "If you are hit with Peach Blossom Demon, you can only touch one woman in your life. If you are too far away from her, your physical function will continue to decline."

"At the same time, you will slowly fall in love with her, and you can only rely on her to live."

Caesar broke out in sweat: "So scary?"

How is this different from a puppet?

"Well, Peach Blossom Sha is very common. Most people will only think that they are sick and don't think about it elsewhere." Ying Zijin said quietly, "But you are the most powerful Peach Blossom Sha, and the reaction will be very big."

Caesar pressed his head, weakly: "Boss, is this the reason you figured out that I don't have a girlfriend?"

"No, it was an accident." Ying Zijin stood up and raised her eyebrows, "Also, you might have a girlfriend."

Caesar was taken aback and looked up.

Ying Zijin has already pushed the door and left.

"Boss, what are you doing? You haven't finished speaking yet."

The girl's voice floated far away, cold and cold: "Avenge you."

Caesar was stunned, and these words brought him back to a hundred years ago.

At that time, he was also bullied, and his boss also said these four words, and then put the bully in front of him.

So from that time on, he swears.

In this life, he will swear to follow Ying Zijin to the death.

Don't give up, don't give up, until his life comes to an end.

After all these years, nothing has changed.

Caesar leaned on the bed, was silent for a moment, and suddenly turned his head: "Job, what do you mean by what my boss said?"

"Which sentence?"

"Say I might have a girlfriend."

This sentence made Caesar attach great importance.

"Uh..." Jobe stopped and persuaded euphemistically, "Master, you should take care of your body first, with your current physical condition, I am afraid that Miss Rita, who danced with you the day before yesterday, can be a good one. I'll knock you over with one hand."

Caesar: "..."

With a gloomy expression, he pulled the quilt over his head.

**

The night is deep.

The lights in the town went out quite a bit.

And in that wooden house, the old woman hadn't slept yet.

She wears reading glasses and is reading by the light.

Holly is not here tonight, only the old woman.

The heavy wooden door suddenly made a "squeak" sound, but there was no sound of footsteps.

The old woman's expression changed: "Who?!"

She turned her head suddenly, and the lights in the room brightened at this moment, revealing the girl's beautiful face.

The girl's face is full of color, with an aggressive beauty, and she is full of oppression.

The old woman's eyes narrowed, but there was no fear, and her body slackened: "Who am I, it turns out to be a little girl, or from the East, what a rare visitor."

She once fought against the fortune-tellers in the East, and in the end, both lost, and no one benefited from it.

I have to admit that when it comes to divination, it is still the east.

But how can a little girl who has not even reached the age of 20 be so strong?

"Little girl, didn't your parents tell you not to mess with me?" The old woman stood up slowly, her dark green pupils flashing sharply, "Why, you became a fortune teller, and no one told you My name is taboo?"

Breaking into her field privately, no matter who Ying Zijin is under her tutelage, she will not show mercy.

"Freya Jones." Ying Zijin said lightly, "I know your name, and your ancestors were also fortune-tellers. It's a pity that in the Middle Ages, she was called the 'witch' and was called by the Inquisition of Heresy. The slaughter is all over."

"Because you are a descendant of a side branch, you escaped the catastrophe and began to study evil divination to improve your ability. Now, you have also become a 'witch'."

"Shut up!" The old woman's expression suddenly changed, "What nonsense are you talking about? What witch?!"

The most taboo for fortune-tellers is to be called a "witch", which reminds them of the witch hunt for more than 300 years.

The old woman was guilty of a guilty conscience, because she was indeed not walking the right way.

"You must have just entered the Dao, right? Do you know the divine calculator?" The old woman sneered, "Ta has long predicted that all witches and warlocks will be completely dead in 1780. Where did the witches come from?"

"You have lost a lot of lifespan when you fall under the Peach Blossom Demon." Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped down, "Also, the karma you changed, another part of the evil power will be returned to your relatives."

"You're talking nonsense again. It seems that you are not good at your skills. Yes, I gave the peach blossom to that Caesar." The old woman snorted softly, "Why, you like him too? So I came over in person. One trip?"

"That's really embarrassing. I helped her decide on the man my granddaughter liked."

The old lady walked in step by step: "Little girl, before I get angry, I advise you to leave here. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave in a while."

Ying Zijin calmly said, "You can try it."

The old woman's face sank: "I don't know what to do!"

She held three tarot cards in her hand and raised her hand.

The wind was blowing from the window, and the candles flickered wildly.

Everything was terribly quiet.

But the next second, before she could do anything, the old woman suddenly discovered something was wrong.

Her divination ability disappeared at this moment.

The old woman was horrified.

She could feel that this was no ordinary disappearance.

This is absolute suppression in the same field!

Only a fortune-teller whose ability far surpassed her could suppress her to the point where her fortune-telling ability disappeared.

Even in China, there is no fortune teller who can completely suppress her.

The old woman raised her head suddenly, and an incredible thought came to her mind: "No... it's impossible, you, you can't..."

"You're not timid." Ying Zijin's voice was indifferent, "The fortune-tellers on Continent O dare to cast a fortune-telling spell on the people I cover."

She smiled coldly, her eyes cold: "Your ancestors didn't have the guts."

12 more, more than 30,000 words, tired and paralyzed, please ask for a ticket wow~ or save up the number 28 to double vote for Emperor Ying = 3=

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