@151% look (book^net>? "You." Suda paused on the other side of the phone for a moment. Then he said, "You're good. It's really good."

"Uhhh I asked suspiciously, "What about the specifics?" I haven't been praised by a woman. Tell me where I'm doing."

"Although you may seem timid and timid. Weak character. And the ability is modest. It can even be said that there is no merit at all......"

"Khan. The eldest sister is biased..."

"But you also have your merits. I've heard the story of you and that Akika. You almost went crazy for her. And when you were on the island, you would risk your own life to save me. Seriously. Too much. Although your strength is indeed very poor. But I like your character a lot. You're a lot like the old king. The character is a bit weak. But when you really encounter something you need to insist on, you will stick to it regardless of everything."

I sighed when I heard this. Said teasingly: "You don't want to say that I am the reincarnation of the King of Xu. Then I'm a bunker."

"Impossible." Su Daji suddenly sighed on the other side of the phone and said, "The king of Xuan was directly dissipated at the beginning. I don't even have a chance to be reincarnated. Hey~ You can live on your own. Remember. Get away from the mountains. When the matter is over, hurry up and roll back to the old lady. It's okay to make the old lady flirtat."

"Hey, hey. Yes." I laughed a little. Then he said seriously: "Thank you. Sister Su." I feel like Suda already knows that this is too much of a coincidence. Maybe Su Da has used some kind of divination technique or something. Anyway, I can't believe what I dreamed about. Although I don't know the specifics. But Su Daji has to pay a price.

"You...... Don't die yourself, it's enough to be worthy of me." Su Daji hung up the phone after speaking. I was stunned for a while holding the phone. Smiled wryly. Self-deprecating. How can I be? After meeting such a good woman as Qiu Xiang, I met a Su Daji. But there are five disadvantages and three shortcomings. his uncle's fate.

I didn't have the heart to practice this Qi Charm after that. After putting away the peachwood sword, he walked back in the direction of home humming a song. A man walks on the ridge and hums sweet honey. This feeling is also very flavorful.

"Sweet honey. I'm smiling sweetly......"

When I got home, I found that the master had already slept. I squeezed into the bed too. My master and I are still squeezed into that small bed. When I was a child, the master and I slept together on this small bed, and it still looked very spacious. It's very crowded right now. But it doesn't matter.

The master seems to sense that I'm coming back. He asked, "You're back." How's it going?"

I hummed and said, "Coming back. I didn't have the heart to practice. A friend of mine called me and told me something."

"Does it mean that you're going to die soon?"

"Hmm." I nodded and asked, "Master, do you know the specific situation?"

"I can't say. If you talk a lot, the plan will be disrupted." After the master said this, he added: "Don't blame the master. This is a very important matter. If I did. If you don't go to that place, my plans will be in jeopardy. In fact, sometimes divination is also a kind of pain. I know the ending, but I can't say it. It's that your lover will have a car accident tomorrow. You can't stop it if you know it. Otherwise, it will be damned."

"Didn't the master reveal a lot of heavenly opportunities?" I didn't look at the master but slept back to back with the master. And asked, "Master. I'm going to die in a while."

"Ordinary diviners don't dare to divulge the secrets of heaven. Of course I'm not an ordinary person." After the master finished speaking, he said slowly: "Seriously. Eight out of ten times I counted you in this calamity, and you were dead. That means you have an 80% chance of dying. But fortune telling is not 100% accurate. Like I told you before that Zhang Yuqian will die. But in the end he survived. That's a variable. There are many variables in this calamity of yours. But I can't say it. Forgive me. Little Nine."

"It's fine. I'm blessed with a great life." I laughed a little. Although on the surface I don't care. But can I actually not care. Who doesn't care if they live or die?

"Hey. Go to sleep. Tomorrow you will go back to Chengdu. Your doom is not far from you." The master's voice seemed to be a little choked. I shuddered when I heard this. Asked, "I'm leaving so soon. Can't you spend a few more days with the master?"

"Let's go. If you survive this catastrophe, you will have a chance to meet. If you can't make it. That's fate." After the master finished speaking, he did not speak. I didn't speak. I tossed and turned that night and didn't fall asleep. I have insomnia. I fell asleep around four or five in the morning.

By the time I woke up, it was noon the next day. The master is long gone. Only a note remained. It reads: Xiao Jiu. Forgive me. The master does have his own troubles.

I read this note and understand that the master must be very uncomfortable. Like he said. He has his own struggles. I looked at the note and smiled bitterly. Put the note in the backpack. Stretched. Open the door. Look outside at the sun shining. Quite a few birds are flying around on the branches. The air is also very fresh. A scene full of life.

"Ahh I yelled outside. After yelling, I felt comfortable. Packed up my things. I was ready to leave. Before leaving, I turned my head to look at the hut. I don't know how many years it will take for me to come back after I leave this time. I watched this familiar scene. The place is really nice and isolated. I remembered the bits and pieces of my previous life here with my master. Smiled wryly. I don't know if I've grown up. Troubles seem to be getting more and more. I can only play stupid every time. Pretend to be a child. Pretend you don't understand anything. I don't want to understand anything either. But this society is forcing maturity. Take a step and go out into the world. The one outside is colorful. A world where cannibalism doesn't blink.

July 12, 2012 at 3 p.m. I walked out of the Chengdu bus station. I twisted my neck. Look at these tall buildings around you. I want to sigh again. Later, I was afraid of being treated as mentally ill, so I endured it.

This time I didn't call Wu Zhicong to inform them. Instead, he secretly went back to Chengdu alone. Should be able to surprise them. As for the so-called catastrophe, I don't think about it. It's a blessing and not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. It's useless to think too much.