"Bloodshed warning?"
He Xiaohao immediately burst into laughter, "Haha! You little punk, you're so damn funny, thinking I'd have bloodshed? You're no fortune teller, just a small staff here, saying I'd have bloodshed. Should I tell you that you'd have bloodshed too?"
As soon as He Xiaohao spat out the words "bloodshed warning," the smile in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fierce and cold glow, enough to scare an average person.
But to Fang Yi, it was as if he hadn't seen it, and he didn't care.
Fang Yi said earnestly, "I'm not lying to you; you really have bloodshed in your fate. Look at your flat forehead and high nose bridge, you're naturally doomed for a short life, and this type of face brings misfortune to family members. Your parents will be doomed by you sooner or later."
Fang Yi spoke with utmost seriousness and conviction.
Instantly, He Xiaohao's face turned grim.
