1683: C1683 Senior Xu

C1683 Senior Xu

"Damn it, if you have the guts, hide from Yours Truly for the rest of your life!"

There was no need to think about it. It was definitely that fatty who had used some method to avoid him. Mo Nan stood on the shore, gnashing his teeth silently.

He promised that the next time he saw someone with the surname Wang, he would make him suffer a fate worse than death.

However, just as he was about to leave, a guest on the ship suddenly turned around and handed him a piece of paper. He said that Wang Ye had left it behind and wanted him to help pass it to him.

Mo Nan took it suspiciously and opened it. He was surprised to find that there was a money ticket wrapped in the paper.

The fat man finally had a conscience?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. If it were him, he would have already run away. It was even more impossible for him to keep the money. The fat man's actions made him really confused. Then, he opened the note and saw that it read:

"Brother Mo's fate is strange. This Wang dares to calculate a fortune for you. The fee has already been deducted. There is no need for Brother Mo to worry about it."

Mo Nan was speechless.

This damn fatty was really going all out against him.

He felt that the so-called divination was an excuse that the fatty had found to trick him again. He didn't take it to heart at all. He raised his hand and casually threw the paper away.

It was mainly because Yang had told him about deduction back then. It was a heart technique, and it was only because he had a calm mind that he was able to have profound attainments in it. For example, someone like him would never be able to become an expert in extrapolating in this lifetime.

On the other hand, how similar was that fatty's character to his? It was practically carved from the same mold. How could it be possible that he could calculate that even Yang's head had almost suffered a backlash during the deducing process? His fate.

He casually tossed the slip of paper away, and Mo Nan had a strange expression as he looked at his surroundings. He walked slowly towards the distance.

Behind him, the wind blew and the paper on the ground was unfolded. He could vaguely see a few sentences written on a piece of paper.

"To plant the evil cause, to reap the evil fruit, tens of years of wind and clouds, to turn back only to be at a loss..."

"The chessboard is folded and the body is a plate of neutrons. It is also the person who placed the pieces..."

"Good and evil are not differentiated, good and evil are unclear, muddled and muddleheaded. Finally, it becomes empty."

... ""

"Sign: Wang Ye, Master: Nan Chang Xu."

The whole page was filled with nothing good.

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In an alley not far from the dock, a middle-aged man dressed in coarse clothes and sackcloth with a grayish-black face like a boatman rubbed his face hard. When he put down his hand, it had already turned into a young, fat, and white face.

If old rascal saw it, he would definitely recognize it. The middle-aged man just now was the person who passed the note to him.

"Hu!"

He stuck his head out and looked out of the alley. After confirming that the God of Plagues was no longer around, Wang Ye heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had relieved a heavy burden.

"Aba, Aba."

Just as he was about to leave, a little beggar suddenly appeared beside him. He blinked his clean eyes and looked at him.

Without any hesitation, the fat man, who had schemed against old rascal several times, looked innocent and innocent at the moment. He did not see the adults who were staring at him, the little beggar, and the other hooligans in the distance. He searched the last silver bead on his body and threw it all into the little beggar's bowl.

After finishing all of this, the fat Daoist changed into his daoist robe and left in satisfaction as if he had completed a great achievement.

He didn't care about the few adults who suddenly rushed out from behind, including the little beggar who looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot.

...

After walking far away, Wang Ye finally remembered his troubles and sighed.

To be fair, he also felt that the sworn brother was a funny person. He had thought of walking with the latter for a while.

However, as soon as he arrived, However, he still had things to do.

Secondly, even he, a disciple praised by Chang Xu, couldn't figure out what the future of that person would be like.

He could only see countless balls of black Qi circling and waiting for Mo Nan on his path to the future.

As a result, he left behind those that were not divination, but more like advice. He could only hope that he could help this brother a little.

I don't want to think about it anymore. The open-minded fatty quickly forgot about this matter and put on a smile.

The sun was setting in the west. On the Great Dao, the fatty who walked like a dragon and walked like a tiger swore to himself that he would create a world that belonged to him in Zhong Prefecture.

...

At the same time.

In a small town near the pier, a few adults and a small beggar approached the ghost at any time. Suddenly, the black shadow touched it. He smoothly traced it away.

"Hehe, I have money!"

Not long after, old rascal returned to the tea stall. He waved at the two beasts and one man who were waiting for him.

Almost at the same time, the two beasts and one man rolled their eyes at him.

Mo Nan's expression turned awkward and awkward.

Speaking of which, he wanted to find a hole to hide in. Not long after he stepped onto the ground of Zhong Prefecture, he encountered the first big barrier to reach Zhong Prefecture. He had lost all the money he had earned on the ship.

He could only sigh in his heart that the thieves of the higher realms were indeed much more skilled than those of the lower realms. Even he didn't notice it, but in order to feed the three gluttons by his side, he couldn't afford to lose too much money.

What a coincidence, there was a target sent to him.

"Even beggars are not spared..." Chu Qingming suddenly said leisurely. It was rare for him to say a complete sentence.

No matter how thick old rascal's skin was, he could not help but blush. He said angrily, "That is a liar. I am doing harm for the people. F * ck! Stop talking nonsense! If you have the ability, then you can feed yourself!"

The two beasts and one man immediately had no objections.

"Yin!"

At this moment, the small snake suddenly swung its tail. It wrapped its tail with a piece of paper and handed it to Mo Nan.

old rascal took it suspiciously. He took a look and realized that it was the one he had thrown earlier. He did not know when it had been picked up by the small snake again.

He patiently opened it and took a look. Mo Nan's expression gradually turned solemn. Although he didn't want to believe it, he looked at the "Venerable Master: Southern Chang Xu" written on the note. In his heart, there were a hundred more questions that he didn't believe. However, he still put the note away and didn't throw it away.

Putting the note away, he couldn't help but feel the little snake's head with relief. The little snake also responded intimately. Facts proved that this little thing was indeed female.

Because it had two people and one beast who were not attentive.

Mo Nan then looked at Pang Hu and Chu Qingming and said sadly, "I don't beg you. You are as smart as Little White. As long as you can save me some effort, I will thank the heavens and the earth."

Little White was the name it gave to the little snake. It was the same as Pang Hu. It was not good at all.2

However, the little snake seemed to be quite satisfied with itself.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there would be no harm. Ever since he had the little snake, he realized how important it was to have a woman or a mother in the small team.

It was so sweet and warm to the stomach!

Unfortunately, when they heard Mo Nan's words, other than Little White raising its head proudly, Pang Hu and Chu Qingming only raised their eyes and ignored him.

Mo Nan was used to this. He was too lazy to be angry. After settling the bill with the owner of the tea stall, he turned around and left with his team, preparing to find a place to rest tonight.

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