Lifeng seems to have returned to that time.

Lonely.

Cold silence.

Dark.

Cold.

Ding Dong and Shen are gone, the spicy chicken is taken away by the man with green eyes, and the deputy personality can't support his sleep because he consumes too much energy to participate in the second basic mission.

It seemed like overnight, and they all left.

The depressed mood gradually swelled in the heart of the detached.

Suddenly, he clutched his heart, bent slightly, and stopped in an alley.

Lifeng's face turned pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body, which was not very warm, began to chill.

"Plop, plop."

The heart was beating so slowly, as if it had been grabbed and rubbed by a big hand, as if it was about to crack!

Lifeng opened his mouth slightly, gulping in a big gulp of air.

Things in front of him became blurry, his head was groggy, his body was weak, and his legs trembled unconsciously.

Lifeng bit his lower lip, and the blood stained his thin lips red, adding a bit of blood to his pale lips.

He struggled to raise his head, scanning the surroundings around him, finally resting on a chair.

He gritted his teeth and trembled slightly, walked over, sat down, and lay down on the wooden table, his head buried in the crook of his arm.

The alley was dark, with red brick walls and bluestone slabs on both sides, and moss and weeds growing in the crevices of the floor.

On the right hand side of the seal, there is a large white sign with two words written in black ink - "fortune telling"

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The street market in the imperial capital is very lively, the shops on both sides are all open, and there are many people buying things, bustling and gossiping.

A scrawny old man walked slowly and slowly past the front of the shop with his back bent.

Mung bean cake, fried chicken wings, osmanthus cake, flower cake, milk tea, meat buns, cheong fun......

All kinds of scents mingled in the air and burrowed into the noses of the elderly.

He stopped, raised his head, looked at the fragrant food with cloudy eyes, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and subconsciously reached out to touch his pocket, and the hands of the dry manuscript touched the only few five yuan he had.

He came back to his senses, lowered his head, glanced at his pocket with a gloomy look, and slowly lowered his hand.

He glanced at the food in the hands of the guests, turned his head, and walked slowly forward.

He walked into the alley and walked straight to his paving.

As soon as the old man sat down, he furrowed his white eyebrows, which were not much.

This chair is hot.

He lowered his head again, his cloudy eyes widening.

There was a pair of sunglasses on the wooden table, which looked very familiar.

These sunglasses, the two lenses shone with a golden light that ordinary people could not see, exuding a pure Holy Spirit that made people feel extremely comfortable, and it was also mixed with wisps of dark lust and blood.

The old man stared at the pair of sunglasses with his cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to make a hole in it.

It's his, it's the lad.

The lad has been here.

The old man lowered his head, opened the drawer, and threw a small cloud on the table, on which an invisible golden protective barrier instantly appeared, protecting the pair of sunglasses inside.

After doing all this, the old man raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and sighed.

He had already calculated the life of that young man before, and his fate was terrible, and there were so many bloody disasters!

Presumably, he met with misfortune today.

The old man sighed again and closed his cloudy eyes.

Why do good people always suffer more misfortunes than evil people?

Heaven is unfair, heaven is unfair!