Fancy Xu Ziyi's prophetic ability?!

really treats her as an invulnerable talisman, it seems that some people are really in a hurry and have begun to take the road of idealism.

"Actually, there is no need to waste a precious bullet on Xu Ziyi, she has no effect now, whoever likes to rob will rob her."

"How do you know she's useless?"

"My friend went to see her. She doesn't talk about prophecy now, she doesn't know anything other than eating, drinking, and Lazar. Xu Zishan said, "She didn't threaten anything. ”

Han Xinghui was thoughtful, what Xu Zishan said was right, the army super, they all thought that Xu Ziyi was pretending to be crazy and stupid, according to Xu Zishan's meaning, Xu Ziyi really became a blank slate?

What's even more terrifying is that Shanbao's friends can see Xu Ziyi without any obstacles!

Xu Zishan suddenly said: "But you don't have to let her go so casually, you can trick the other party." ”

Such and such.

Han Xinghui was surprised and said, "Can you imitate her handwriting?" ”

"Yes, I can imitate everyone's handwriting."

Xu Zishan and Han Xinghui returned to their yard and wrote a future prophecy letter in Xu Ziyi's voice.

Han Xinghui took it, and he looked at the handwriting on Xu Ziyi's confession, and these words were exactly the same as Xu Ziyi's writing.

He itched in his heart and said, "You should imitate my words." ”

Xu Zishan handed him the pen: "You write some words first, I'll look at it first, and then imitate it." ”

Han Xinghui didn't think much about it, he took the pen handed over by Xu Zishan, his dark eyes turned, and he wrote a paragraph:

I have never believed in reincarnation, but when I met you, I hope that the person who accompanied you to the end in the previous life was me, and I hope that I can continue to be with you in the next life.

When the man had finished writing, he put down his pen very absently and said, "Let's see if you can imitate my handwriting." ”

It's as if what he's writing is just a paragraph, the kind that doesn't make any sense.

Xu Zishan blushed and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's not romantic at all." ”

"I'll just scribble it, do you think I'm writing a love letter to you? I don't write sour love, love! ”

"Big boss!"

"Is it coarse? Love is not spoken, it is done! ”

Surrender Surrender! Stop.

I looked down at his words carefully, this character is really well written, italics, it seems that he has some skills.

"Isn't it said that you don't study well since the fifth grade of elementary school? The handwriting is so good? Xu Zishan praised sincerely.

"I grew up with my grandmother when I was a child, and I practiced calligraphy with my grandparents at the age of three, and the Cheng family often went to play. Han Xinghui still regrets a little, he worked against Han Chongjin at the beginning, wasting time.

He didn't want to mention Han Chongjin, so Xu Zishan didn't say anything more, picked up the pen, took another piece of paper, first wrote what he wrote, and then wrote a horse saying.

After writing it, he asked him to read: "Does it look like it?" ”

Han Xinghui was shocked when he saw it, that word was simply written by himself!

"Are you Maxima or Bole?"

"What do you say?"

He saw that her handwriting was both divine and beautiful, which was enough to confuse the real with the false, and he was happy in his heart, and he lifted Xu Zishan high: "You are my real Maxima." ”

, how can these words be so awkward!

During the day, Xu Zishan had to go to class, and Han Xinghui sent her back to school, so he rode a motorcycle to Baodu City, and came back at 8 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he came back, he went straight to Xu Zishan's yard.

Xu Zishan's space has never been short of food, and he turned out half a pot of rice, three dishes and one soup, this person ate vigorously, the wind and clouds rolled up, and the food was empty in an instant.

Xu Mingwei looked at the two of them seriously, took Ge Lei and Wei Hongbo to finish their homework, and went to Master Xie's house together.

Han Xinghui closed the outer door and the door of the hall, and handed her a piece of paper with several paragraphs on it, asking her to imitate Xu Ziyi's handwriting and write it down.

Xu Zishan took the manuscript paper he provided, copied down those words one by one, and handed them to Han Xinghui.

She thought about it, since she wanted to pit the other party, she should pit it decently.

He took out two strips of coarse cloth, one of which read "October 14, Lancheng earthquake"; One reads, "On October 10, the execution was robbed and out of danger."

"Prophecy", absolutely Xu Ziyi's handwriting.

"On October 10th, people can rob her, but the earthquake on the 14th is nonsense, right?" If there is no earthquake on the 14th, and Li Fengzhi and his subordinates are not stupid, they will not believe other "predictions".

"There will be an earthquake on the 14th, do you believe me?" Xu Zishan looked at Han Xinghui seriously.

If someone else said this to Han Xinghui, he definitely didn't believe it at all, but when Xu Zishan said this, he nodded: "I believe you." ”

He plans to persuade others to give this "prophecy" to Li Fengzhi.

If there is a real earthquake, the next plan will be implemented perfectly, and if there is no earthquake on the 14th, then he will be a serious violation of discipline.

The lightest penalty is indefinite...... He didn't complain.

Putting away the "Xu Ziyi's Prophecy" strips of paper, Han Xinghui took out two more notebooks that were common in the office and gave them to her.

Xu Zishan looked through the two notebooks, which were the minutes of the meeting of the two people.

On the title page, she saw two very famous names, one of which was Li Fengzhi.

She understood, this is to dig a big pit, capture the thief and capture the king, and catch them all.

Then you have to be very careful.

In an instant, the two of them turned into the simulated courtyard of the isolation gate.

Originally, it was easy to imitate Xu Ziyi and Han Xinghui's handwriting, because they had written with her pen, and the pen already had their handwriting "memory"

But the handwriting in the notebook, her pen is not remembered.

The red can only be similar, and the degree of force on the wrist determines the depth of the word, otherwise it can be similar at most, and it can't be like a god.

What's more, it is not possible to do it in a moment to draw red or copy to be similar.

If Xu Zishan wants to help Han Xinghui, he must be "completely consistent", because this is a big thing to lose his head.

She didn't pay attention to Han Chongjin's heirs in her previous life, she only knew that Han Chongjin, Cheng Yanqiu, and Han Xingyu still had some information, and there was no record of "Han Xinghui" at all.

According to Xu Ziyi's prophecy and his dream, Han Xinghui should have been shipwrecked at sea, and Han Chongjin didn't like this little son, so he quietly drowned in the torrent of history. ? ?

She is very afraid that Han Xinghui will be "gone" in this life!

"How can the system quickly and completely mimic the handwriting font on a notebook?"

[Ding~ Please use the sycophant strategy judge pen within 10 minutes]

Judge pen?

When she saw a pen in the space pen holder, she used it, but she didn't expect it to be a famous judge pen!

How did it come to her space?

Xu Zishan looked up and down with interest with the pen in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile at the crooked moon, and eight small white teeth shone under the lamp.

Han Xinghui looked at her staring at the pen in her hand and smirked, and didn't interrupt her, thinking that she had thought of something funny, holding her cheeks with her hands, admiring someone's silliness.

Xu Zishan said stupidly to the judge's pen in front of Han Xinghui: "I have seen all kinds of pens, soft pens, hard pens, long pens, and short ...... There is no one and one ten-thousandth of you, it turns out that you are not an ordinary pen, you are a magic pen! ”

How can I, Xu Zishan, be able to get the help of the judge's pen?!

Han Xinghui saw that she was very serious, and felt funny in his heart, he had heard of people slapping horses, and it was the first time he saw people shooting a pen and a sycophant.

"Shanbao, let's not write, don't be embarrassed." I actually slapped a pen's sycophant to see what it looked like to embarrass the baby!

The judge's pen suddenly shook slightly, and then fell silent.

[Ding~ The task is completed, the judge's pen is automatically upgraded, and the scanning, storage, and memory functions are rewarded]

She couldn't help but feel a ouye in her heart, and said: "System, you are simply omnipotent, fortunately with you, I am not panicked or afraid." ”

[The system receives praise and rewards two military thorns]