“……”

The old man looked at me with a smile, and did not say anything, but took out a red thread from his pocket and tied it carefully around my wrist - strangely, I did not resist, but was stunned by him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's done!"

The old man carefully tied the red thread and tied it in a dead knot, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at me, "Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, but I can't explain them to you now, and you will understand in the evening." ”

"Inexplicable!"

I glared at the old man unpleasantly, and then looked at the red thread on my wrist - no way, this is so strange, why did the old man tie a red thread to my hand for no reason? And this red thread looks pretty and delicate......

"Hey, old man, you're ......"

I tossed for a while and couldn't get the red line down, I was a little annoyed, I just wanted to get angry at the old man's hair, but when I looked up, I found that he was gone!

"Isn't it...... As for running so fast? ”

I glanced around for a while, but I didn't find him, not even the fortune-telling booth on the ground, if it weren't for the red line on his hand that was still eye-catching, I suspected that this guy would never have appeared at all.

Neuropathy......

I muttered that this old man was really weird, but I didn't take it to heart, after all, I had nothing to lose.

But it's a pity that there are some, after all, it's rare to see a fortune teller like the old man who is good-skinned, high-spirited, and angry, and I originally wanted to cooperate with him, relying on him as a trustee to carry out my plan to flirt with my sister, but now it seems that I can only find someone else to cooperate......

I shook my head regretfully, and then called Yan Yifan and asked him not to use it, and the old man was gone.

Yan Yifan complained a few words dissatisfied, obviously he also felt that the old man was a pretending expert, if he helped, the success rate of our flirting with girls would definitely increase significantly......

……

"Hey, why is it gone?"

When I got home, the first thing I did was to find a pair of scissors to click the red thread, after all, I was too much of a glamorous slut to wear this thing - and then I was surprised to find that the red thread was gone!

"Did you fall off the road?"

I frowned and recalled, "But I remember tying it tightly!" ”

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't come up with a reason, so I stopped dwelling on it, and it was just right that it disappeared, and it saved me a lot of effort to get rid of it.

Since it was Friday, I didn't have to study at night, so after eating and playing with the computer, I rolled out of bed and went to bed.

Before I went to bed, I suddenly remembered the strange old man.

He also said that he would introduce the girl to him tonight...... It's past eleven o'clock now, and it seems that there is no play......"

"Hey... I'm also stupid, that guy is obviously a charlatan or a nervous disorder, and what he says is either a second hit or a margin, and I still have thoughts about him......"

Thinking about it, I gradually fell asleep......

…………

What's the situation?

I stood on a verdant meadow and looked blankly at the situation around me.

Well, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, more beautiful than any scenic spot I've ever been......

But I remember that I was sleeping in bed, how did I come here?

Am I crossing over? Or has it opened up some ancestral other-dimensional space?

"Here we go!"

As I thought, a familiar voice sounded from behind me.

I turned my head to look, and my heart was shocked, and I was talking about the strange old man I met today, and the little kid who shot me with a bow and arrow was also on the side, but he was much more energetic now, although he was still wearing open crotch pants, but he had extra wings on his body, and a small circle of light on his head, which looked like a little angel......

Little angel!

My eyes suddenly widened - with a bow and arrows in his hand, he looked like a little angel, and the old man called him Art, and his identity was naturally about to be revealed-"You... You... You're Cupid?! ”