Chương 911: White Fox

Chang Xian put down the silver needle in his hand and nodded. He didn't stand on ceremony and opened the lunch box to eat.

Su Kuo sat at the side and reached out to pinch his other arm.

He muttered to himself, "Why can't I read myself?"

When he tried to read himself, he naturally could not see anything. It was as if everything was covered in a layer of white fog and he could not see anything.

Chang Xian looked up, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "Uncle-Master, if people knew their own fate, if they knew that their fate was full of misfortune, would they think of a way to change and avoid it?"

Su Kuo pondered for a moment and nodded. "That must be the case."

Chang Xian smiled. "Therefore, those who know how to read fortune can't read themselves."

Su Kuo was enlightened. He looked at Chang Xian and smiled. "Xiao Xian, you're really impressive."

Chang Xian smiled and continued eating.