Xu Zhiyi couldn't figure out An Changjun's ability at the time.

She suddenly thought of that sentence, there must be a reason for it.

The Son of God can be a household name in Yanlai, and his status in the hearts of everyone is transcendent, it should not be just as simple as Emperor Huang's fancy.

Xu Zhizhi looked at An Changjun with an unchanged expression, smiled, and asked:

"Why did Miko-sama say that?"

An Changjun raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Tang, and then said solemnly: "Open your words to match, and raise your mouth to get married." The two of you have intertwined numerology, but you are not a mandarin couple. ”

Xu Zhizhi and Yu Tang were stunned.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Regarding the matter of fortune tellers approving marriage, Xu Zhizhi does not believe it.

As a person with a modern scientific education, she can't believe in ghosts and gods, and she believes that things are man-made.

And although Yu Tang also grew up in a cottage and stayed away from the mundane, he was still in awe of the gods in his heart, so his criticism of An Changjun was more frightening than questioning.

He couldn't believe that when his relationship with Xu Zhizhi was getting better and better, he was told that it was impossible for the two.

The Son of Heaven gave his life, almost cutting off his life and death.

Yu Tang stared at An Changjun with round eyes, clenched his fists, suppressed his temper and said: "Since the numerology is intertwined, how can it not be a marriage?" Miko-sama is mistaken, right? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was accused by the people around him again.

"Bold erectors! How can you question Miko's judgment? ”

"I guess I just came to the capital from a poor country, right? Don't even know that Miko-sama is 100 percent accurate? ”

"Maybe you can't accept the reality, right?"

"It's so pitiful, it's so easy to fall in love with a woman, but it's in vain..."

…

"Master, your husband looks so pitiful."

The bag stepped on Yu Tang's shoulder, drooping the rabbit ears, and sighed.

Xu Zhizhi looked at Yu Tang, who was like a frosted eggplant, and his whole person was wilted, and he couldn't bear it.

She reached out to hold the man's hand, clasped it, and shouted, "Yu Tang." ”

Yu Tang responded weakly, still depressed.

Xu Zhizhi was about to speak again, but he saw An Changjun reach out and pinch the bag on Yu Tang's shoulder and look at it.

Now she was really a little shocked.

Bag a small pet the size of a palm, few people will take it in their eyes.

The bag that was pinched on the back, like a good woman and man who was being molested, stretched out his limbs and fluttered in the air.

"Master, this person seems to be really weird!"

As a spiritual pet, the bag is still quite keen.

As its howl fell, An Changjun sighed slightly puzzled: "This rabbit is a little strange!" ”

Xu Zhizhi: "......"

Her heart was in her throat.

An Changjun really doesn't seem to be in vain.

Bags won't be seen through, right?

"It's a pity that it's too weak to see it." An Changjun muttered softly, and then handed over the bag.

Xu Zhizhi hurriedly caught it, put it in his cloth bag, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, because his ability level is not high, he can't keep up with his cultivation, so he hasn't evolved a psychedelic body and stealth ability until now, otherwise it would be dangerous.

An Changjun no longer paid attention to the bag, but instead focused his attention on Xu Zhizhi.

He frowned slightly, looked at Xu Zhizhi for a moment, and then sighed lightly:

"Drunk and lying on the knees of a beauty, wake up and kill the sword. You shouldn't be a scholar. ”

After saying that, he passed her and left.