Global Master

When Luo Ke and Zhou Xuan heard Xuanyuankong's explanation like this, they both opened their mouths slightly in surprise. What kind of logic is this? The old fortune teller just doesn't listen to what he counts. This is a bit too magical.

Zhou Xuan was a little embarrassed to withdraw her smile, feeling that her head was indeed not bright enough, she asked again:

"You let him stay here afterwards?"

Xuanyuan Kong took a deep breath, then exhaled the muddy air in his chest. He said calmly:

"Yeah! We actually hope that he is truly a master invincible, who can lead us one day to defeat the big figures on the upper layer of the Colorful Xiangyun Umbrella, so that we are all liberated."

"But after waiting for this old guy for so many years, he changed from hope to disappointment to despair. The most inferior warrior in the dungeon bullied the fortune-teller when he had nothing to do. Once, the fortune-teller was about to be beaten to death. Both the leg and the hand were interrupted, and finally kicked his head towards the head. He still did not resist."

"Oh! No! He rebelled, but he just grabbed someone's thigh and got on the ground to bite. He was quite smart, knowing that his old arms and legs would not do much harm to them, but biting someone would have no effect on the physique of the martial artist. It works, and it's more pitiful like an old dog. From there, no one believes that he is a master who has been **** and clumsy for many years."

After listening to Ro Ke, he was a little sad. He thought he had encountered a master, shook his head and prepared to enter the Moon Reading Pavilion. One foot had already entered the Moon Reading Pavilion. Walked towards the scrawny old fortune teller.

Xuanyuankong and Zhou Xuan both felt incomprehensible to Ro Ke's behavior, but they still followed Ro Ke to the fortune-telling booth of the old fortune-teller.

The reason why Luo Ke didn't enter the Yuedu Pavilion was because he suddenly wanted the old fortune-teller to count him a trigram, even if he could reach the colorful auspicious cloud umbrella this time, could he get out of his body.

The stall of the fortune-teller is very old. There is only a shiny and worn table. The table seems to have broken its legs several times. The fortune-teller ordered a few nails and covered them with a layer of iron. A tattered flag exposing two or three holes is inserted on the table. The color of the flag is red, and there is only a large black character "Ming" on it.

The fine light rain in the dungeon was still falling, and the flag was all wet and drooping lifelessly. Roco squinted and looked at the word "Fate" on the flag. At first glance, the word was simply written in cursive style. Traditional Chinese characters, with a careful taste, but with a very simple charm.

The old fortune-teller was lifeless and drooping his head like a flag. Roco sat on the small bench in front of the fortune-telling booth.

Luo Ke smiled, this old fortune-teller is really big-hearted, or because he has nothing, he has no scruples.

Roco knocked on the table, and the old fortune-teller woke up suddenly and glanced left and right. There was no danger. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Roco. Roco did not speak, nor did the old fortune-teller. He just stared at Roco's eyes. For a while.

The old fortune-teller suddenly narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice:

"Little brother, I think you will have a **** disaster in the near future. Give the old man some food, and the old man will easily resolve it for you!"

When Ro Ke raised his eyebrows, the old man really had all the professional qualities of the old **** stick. He didn't say anything at the beginning, but said that you have a **** disaster. Ro Ke could only respond:

"I wonder if the old man can figure out what **** disaster I have?"

The old fortune-teller smiled mysteriously and profoundly. There was almost no meat on his face, his skin was dark, his face was only a piece of skin supported by bones, and his smile was extremely ugly.

The old man cleared his throat, touched his white beard, did not speak, just looked up at the colorful auspicious cloud umbrella in the sky, and then looked at Roco.

There was a sudden shock in Ro Ke's heart. This old fortune-teller's actions just now were self-evident, and your blood and light disaster was on it.

"How did he know? There is also a possibility that this old fortune teller is deceiving himself and let me take the initiative to show his feet!" This was a moment of thought in Roco's heart.

Ro Ke settled down, determined in his heart that the old man was deceiving himself, so his eyes were torch, staring at the fortune-teller, not letting the old man see any flaws.

The old fortune-teller has been quietly stroking his long, white beard, which looks quite impressive.

In the end, Roco spoke first. He pretended not to understand the meaning of the old fortune-teller, and asked:

"I don't know if you can figure out what **** disaster I have."

The old fortune-teller calmly said:

"One person fights several people. Although fierce, they will eventually be hard to beat with four hands. He is seriously injured and dying. Life and death are worrying!"

The old fortune-teller shook his head pretendingly after speaking.

Luo Ke laughed and asked the old man:

"I don't know how to solve this blood and light disaster?"

The old fortune-teller still shook his head, waved his hand, and sighed:

"The secret is not to be revealed, the old man has revealed enough, and if you want to deduct it, it will cost the old man ten years of life, no! No!"

Luo Ke pursed his lips, nodded, stood up suddenly, gave a fist to the fortune-teller, and said "Excuse me!" He was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, the old fortune-teller quickly stood up, grabbed the arm where Ro Ke was holding his fist, and said earnestly:

"Young man, looking at you so polite, I think you must be gentle and kind. The old man doesn't want to see you die in this way, so he decides to risk the world and force it against the sky."

Roco's mouth curled up, and then slowly sat down.

The old fortune-teller saw that Luo Ke was seated again, and he was relieved. He tidyed up the not messy clothes corners, brewed a bit of words, and said with embarrassment:

"This time the old man decided to make a strong deduction. Life-span is only one of them, and the body's functions must be irreparably severely damaged. Does the little brother have any blood-replenishing medicine, or what kind of monster meat, etc. can fill up the stomach... Uh... supplement? I have to take out the things I have lost my blood and blood first, in case my lack of energy and blood can't be deduced. This may cause you to be unable to escape this blood and light disaster, little man!"

After the old fortune-teller finished speaking carefully and carefully, he licked his dry lips, looking expectant and worried that Roco would run away.

At this time, Roco had an impulse to buy a piece of tofu and hit him to death. He was really cheap, and he was fine. What would he do to provoke this old guy, but at this time he can only hold back the urge to hit others. Take out a plump turkey from Kunling bag, pinch the turkey's neck and hand the turkey to the old fortune teller.

The old fortune-teller is a well-informed person. Seeing the fire spirit chicken eyeballs are about to jump out, he hurriedly took the fire spirit chicken, took out a worn linen bag from under the table, put the fire spirit chicken into the bag, and moved quickly. It's not like an old man at all.

The old fortune-teller carefully looked left and right, and found that no one had seen a precious turkey rooster appeared here, and no one paid attention to it. He sighed in relief and smiled with two rows of yellow front teeth.