It was because my nose was so distinctive, or because you fortune-telling came to my visit in advance.” “I have your detailed information, for the fortuneteller , That’s enough.” Klein replied deliberately vaguely, pretending to be a magic stick. Joyce was really stunned, and a smile appeared after ten seconds. “Mr. Moretti, I want to ask you to fortunetelling.” As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly noticed something: Mr. Klein Moretti called himself a fortuneteller, not a fortuneteller. The fortuneteller “Okay, let’s go to the topaz room.” Klein did. A gesture of please. At this time, he felt inexplicably that he should wear a black robe, and try not to speak too many words to reflect the mystery of the fortuneteller. After entering the fortune-telling room, Joyce Meyer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment, while Klein seized this opportunity to quietly pinch his eyebrows and turn on Spirit Vision. Joyce sat down, leaned on his cane, pulled the black bow tie, and said calmly, “Mr. Moretti, I want to ask you to interpret your dream.” “Dream Interpretation” Klein kept everything as expected. , Asked a question like confirmation. He saw that Joyce’s health color was dimmed to varying degrees, but none of them reached the level of illness. The emotional color was dominated by thinking blue, and it was so dark that it was obviously tight.