Chapter 1636: Zhuge Grandpa (6)

"Grandpa, are you going to find my master?"
Yang Zimei asked happily.
"Who said to look for Yuqing's calf nose? I'm going out to see if there's anything lively in this world!"
Grandpa Zhuge glared at her and said, "Your Master is long gone, what are you looking for?"
Yang Zimei also knew this fact, but when he said so straightforwardly, his heart still couldn't bear a pain, his eyes were sour, arguing, "At least it should let him fall into the ground for peace, and not let his physical body be evil. People use. "
"Well, I'll let you know when there is news."
Grandpa Zhuge saw her look aggrieved and said softly.
"Thank you Grandpa."
Yang Zimei thanked.
"No thanks, the most annoying thing in my life is to thank others Jiao Didi. If you want to thank you, see me next time and ask me to eat a lot of meat."
Grandpa Zhuge waved his hand.
"Grandpa, I brought her to see you this time, and I want you to help her figure it out."
Zhuge Mingzhu hurriedly said, "Her character is very strange. I just tried to deduct it a few times, and the results were very messy and unclear."
"Oh?"
Grandfather Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei's face, his eyes focused on the bright red cinnabar on her forehead, and nodded slightly, "It is really strange, no wonder the calf in Yuqing wants to accept her as an apprentice.
Yang Zimei reached out and touched his forehead.
She was born again, and was smashed by the Jade Bottle of Mud Bodhisattva, as if she had suddenly smashed her, making her IQ transparent.
Grandpa Zhuge asked her to have a birthday, and then asked them to go outside and wait. He asked himself to figure it out in the room without interruption.
Yang Zimei and others also left the hut.
After all, Rong Lanxi was a child. When he saw the beautiful flowers, he sniffed away. Yang Zimei also found a few precious herbs here, and he asked Grandpa Zhuge for a while.
After about two hours, nothing was moving inside the hut.
Zhuge Mingzhu has a little scorch, worried that Grandpa might be in it.
He began to regret asking Grandpa to help Yang Zimei to deduct numerology.
Yang Zimei was also a little worried.
She calmed down and listened carefully to the movement inside her ears.
Her hearing was extremely acute, and she could almost feel the movement inside.
There was no sound, only the breath of Grandpa Zhuge was faintly heard.
The breathing was not the usual rhythm, but rather a bit of a panic, as if frightened.
Yang Zimei smiled secretly in his heart.
In the future, she will not let anyone help her to deduct numerology.
The rebirth of oneself is originally an anti-natural existence. How can ordinary people deduce this kind of numerology?
After another hour, Zhuge Mingzhu finally couldn't hold back, and quietly opened the door to check--
"grandfather--"
He screamed, and hurried in.
Yang Zimei's heart was followed by his shout, and he followed in a hurry, then stopped.
Grandpa Zhuge, whose hair was originally black, suddenly suddenly became completely white, and his bright black complexion turned pale.
There was a mess on the desktop.
His eyes were slightly demented, completely ignoring the rushing Zhuge Mingzhu, and while talking in his mouth, he continued deducing, endlessly.