That is to say, after the plane landed at the airport, it wasn’t long before the passengers had disembarked that Su Wenbo would face a blood disaster!
Su Wenbo: ...I have quite a talent in face reading. I can predict people’s fortunes and, even if I can foresee a blood disaster, it’s just a rough tifra.
Like this little girl, giving exact hours and minutes...you think you’re writing an urban fantasy novel or sothing.
"Little girl, you, you—" Even a sharp-tongued person like Su Wenbo didn’t know what to say.
The scene went eerily quiet again.
"Ha ha, the little girl is quite, quite lively!"
Su Qing cursed himself internally for the umpteenth ti for needlessly provoking her but had no choice but to force a smile and muddy through.
He Qingfeng saw his daughter wasn’t at a disadvantage, and his mood imdiately lightened up.
His smile was much more sincere than before, nodding vigorously, adding: "My daughter is the smartest and kindest, cheerful and lively..."
Su Qing and his grandson: ...Please, stop talking. I (my grandpa) wasn’t really complinting your daughter. It was just a casual remark.
He Qingfeng obviously knew that Su Qing was just trying to lighten the mood, but he deliberately lavished praised on his daughter.
Humph, your grandson is over twenty and can’t even speak properly, while a Taoist from a backwater Taoist Temple like I should indeed teach you a lesson.
Su Wenbo opened his mouth, wanting to make more cutting remarks, but Su Qing grabbed him.
Su Qing gave his unlucky grandson a fierce look as if to say: if you dare cause more trouble, I’ll deal with you myself!
Su Wenbo, though annoying, wasn’t truly foolish.
He dared to be so reckless because he believed in his talent, and he knew he had backing.
Now that his backing was upset, Su Wenbo slightly subdued his restless heart.
"Dad, you’re quite amazing too. Although we’re not so face-reading noble family, our Guiyuan Temple is a real top-grade talisman master."
As a caring daughter, He Tiantian naturally wouldn’t let her dad perform a monologue.
She unapologetically accepted all her father’s complints, then singing praises back to him.
Speaking of "talisman," He Tiantian even deliberately poked her head out and said to the sulking Su Wenbo sitting on the chair: "This unlucky guy here, why not ask my dad for a peace charm?"
"Our Guiyuan Temple’s peace charms are really efficacious, reasonably priced, honest and fair!"
"A peace charm personally refined by the temple master only costs 2999—"
Su Qing hadn’t heard of Guiyuan Temple, so he didn’t have much respect for the so-called temple master.
Otherwise, when his grandson provoked He Qingfeng, Su Qing would have just scolded him briefly.
If it were a bigger sect, Su Qing would certainly have gone the extra mile.
Even if it was just putting on a show, Su Qing would have made them feel that the Su Family values them and is willing to give face.
Not like earlier, where Su Qing was very casual with He Qingfeng, treating him like soone easy to offend.
However, though Su Qing didn’t value He Qingfeng highly, he still regarded him as part of the Mystical Sect.
But at this mont, hearing He Tiantian jokingly ntion the "peace charm," and even pricing it at 2999, she sounded just like a swindler.
Su Qing suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a fly.
The forced smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by the imposing, inviolable authority of a Mystical Sect expert!
Yes, that disdain for swindlers that a genuine expert can’t hide.
Direct, unobscured!
"Ha! A peace charm? And for 2999? You think this is ho shopping!"
Feeling Su Qing’s change in mood, Su Wenbo, like a dog breaking free from its leash, started barking furiously at He Tiantian.
If it weren’t for the cabin crew serving dinner and the presence of others, Su Wenbo wouldn’t want to appear too harsh, and that’s why he held his tongue.
After dinner and a brief rest, the utterly bored Su Wenbo turned his head and saw the family of three again.
Swindlers!
Humph, all these shaless shysters have completely tarnished the reputation of our Mystical Sect.
Just you wait. Once we get to Capital City and disembark, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming!
He Tiantian was lying on the reclined seat, covered in a thin blanket, eyes closed, resting. She keenly sensed a faint sense of malevolence.
No need to ask, it definitely ca from that detestable top-grade little villain.
This minor character, really so annoying.
A blood disaster, He Tiantian had really given it without a hint of ntal burden.
At night, the plane arrived at Capital City Airport.
Everyone disembarked, headed to the exit, grabbed their luggage and prepared to leave.
But Su Wenbo still rembered the grudge from the flight. He grabbed his suitcase but didn’t hurry off, instead, he snuck around looking for He Qingfeng and his family.
Then, a burly man retrieving his luggage accidentally let it slip, and the heavy suitcase slid out.
Bang!
The suitcase slamd against Su Wenbo’s leg.
And Su Wenbo, caught off guard, fell along the trajectory.
Even more coincidentally, as he hit the ground, his head right smashed into the corner of a square pillar.
Whoosh!
A sharp pain in his forehead, Su Wenbo felt his eyes blur with a thick fluid.
Before he could panic and wipe it away, he heard a familiar childish voice next to his ear: "Two hours and fifteen minutes, the blood disaster has co true! Not a minute more, not a minute less!"
"I told you to ask my dad for a peace charm, but you wouldn’t listen. Ah, what’s this called? Good advice is hard to accept for a dood ghost?!"
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