Blast! The Group Favorite Fake Daughter Was Spoiled By the Film King and Cried

Chapter 164: seems to know you well in some ways

  Chapter 164 In some ways, it seems to know you very well

  Gu Zhiqi's thoughts coincided with Y's, and she didn't think that Y's weak chicken would attract an eighth-level mystic to attack him.

  The flower in his body may have other origins.

   "Huh? Oh, good." Y said, and immediately stretched out his hand to Gu Zhiqi.

   Before Gu Zhiqi put his finger on it, a handkerchief was put on Y's wrist.

  Y:?

  Looking sideways, he looked at the person with the handkerchief on his wrist with a puzzled and blank expression.

   "Men and women don't know each other." Gu Yuluo finished putting on the handkerchief, looked at Y and said this slowly.

  The little girl is good-looking, but she is always coveted.

  When I was young, because I was feeling the pulse of a brat, the brat said that the little girl touched his wrist, crying and yelling to make the little girl responsible.

  In the end, he was beaten up by the fat little girl, that brat was honest.

  From then on, the little girl will use a handkerchief to feel the pulse of the opposite sex, but now...

  Alas~ Sure enough, I lost my memory.

   It's her caring sister who needs to do things like putting on a handkerchief.

  Looking at Gu Yuluo's movements, Gu Zhixi paused for a moment while taking out a tissue in his pocket, and looked sideways, giving Gu Yuluo a strange look.

   After a while, he retracted his gaze, and put his finger on Y's wrist through the handkerchief in a leisurely manner.

   "Zhizhi, do you feel that the third sister of the Gu family treats you strangely?" Fei Jiu spoke in Gu Zhiqi's mind.

   "Huh?" Gu Zhiqi hummed lightly.

   "In some ways, she seems to know you very well." Fat Jiu's tone was a little puzzled.

  Fat Jiu knows Gu Zhiqi's habits best.

  Gu Zhiqi doesn't like close contact with the opposite sex. When she was in Shuilanxing, whenever she felt the pulse of an unfamiliar opposite sex, she would put a handkerchief or tissue on the other's wrist.

   "Coincidence, maybe this is also the habit of the original owner."

  Gu Zhiqi obviously knew what Fei Jiu meant, so he replied lightly.

   It's just that Fei Jiu doesn't quite believe this coincidence, even Gu Zhiqi himself doesn't believe it.

  Once or twice is a coincidence, it's been...several coincidences.

  Gu Zhiqi usually doesn't take too long to give a pulse, but this time, Gu Zhiqi unexpectedly took a long time, and his expression was a bit complicated.

  Gu Yuluo looked at Gu Zhiqi's expression and knew that Y's situation was not simple.

   "Master, what's the matter? Am I hopeless?" Like Gu Yuluo, Y looked at Gu Zhiqi crying and spoke.

  The phantom technique is too terrifying. When he knew that the phantom flower was planted in his body, Y felt that he had already stepped into the coffin with one foot.

   Now, looking at Gu Zhiqi's expression, how does he feel that the other foot is about to go in.

  Gu Zhiqi heard Y's voice and regained consciousness.

   Removed his fingers from Y's wrist, and said in a calm manner: "The flowers in your body are not artificially planted."

  Y: Huh?

  Y was dumbfounded again.

   Not planted?

   Could it be, or did it grow by itself?

   "Should have inherited it from one of your parents."

  Y:? ? ?

"ah?"

   Now, Y is really completely dumbfounded.

   No, no, can this kind of thing be inherited?

  Gu Zhiqi didn't speak again, but lowered his eyes slightly, with a tired and lazy expression, and the bottom of his eyes was dim and hard to see.

  The lemon smoke planted in Y's body is almost exactly the same as hers.

  If she hadn't planted lemon smoke in other people's bodies in this world, she would have doubted whether she had planted this thing.

  However, she is not the only one who knows this planting technique, she has also taught it to her brothers and sisters in the same school.

  I can't, there are senior brothers and sisters who have also transmigrated into this world, right?

   Or, in this world, there happened to be a mysterious master who created the same technique as hers?

  (end of this chapter)