The old man was dressed in tattered clothes, and rubbed his dirty hands a little embarrassed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well...... old man stopped talking, and then looked at him with a grin.

"Don't worry, old man, as long as you are right, I will definitely be greatly rewarded after I win. Ha ha. The beard smiled heartily.

Mo Yan was secretly speechless, this person seemed to have tacitly acquiesced that he would definitely win, and he didn't even consider the possibility of losing. Maybe this gambler is just here to find psychological comfort, or to ask for a good omen.

Seeing this, the fortune teller said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I just looked at your palmistry, and found that you are showing a calamity all over your body today, and it is faintly mixed with a trace of red blood and light......"

The old man paused, then looked at the bearded man, and continued to smile: "Old man, I predict that you may not be able to go to the casino today, and you may encounter disaster before this, so it is estimated that you will have to stay in the hospital for a while." ”

The bearded man's face instantly turned pale, his eyes were shining fiercely, and he said with bad intentions: "Little old man, what do you mean!" ”

"Little Lao'er is just telling the truth." The old fortune teller restrained his smile and said with some panic. It's just that this panicked appearance seems a bit contrived, and it looks like a performance.

"You say I'm a blood-light plague?" The beard twisted his palm, made a gurgling sound of bones rubbing, and then said viciously: "Then I will let you have a bloody disaster today, you god stick!" ”

This gambler was originally a reckless man, and at first he wanted to come here to ask for a good fortune, but he didn't expect to be said to be so unlucky, and he couldn't help but be angry and angry at the moment, and evil was born from the side of his guts.

"I'm telling the truth." The old man quickly stood up and stepped back.

The bearded man didn't want to listen to his explanation, so he grabbed him by the collar and smashed it with a heavy hook.

Bang!!

The gambler smashed his fist on the old fortune teller, making a muffled sound, followed by a scream.

I saw the gambler fall to the ground wailing, wrapped in his fists, rolling back and forth with sweat on his face.

He had just smashed his fist into the brass wall.

The fortune teller walked forward leisurely as if he was a nobody, and sneered at the gambler who fell to the ground: "Housheng, how about it, I'll just say that you have a bloody disaster, is it not effective?" ”

Mo Yan stared at the old man from outside the crowd, his eyes shrinking.

"It turned out to be a master." Naturally, he saw a clue.

It's just that the gambler who fell to the ground didn't notice anything yet, and couldn't help but scold angrily at the moment: "Old and immortal, you dare to yin me." I'm going to kill you! ”

He was outspoken, spitting all over the place.

Seeing this, the fortune teller couldn't help but sigh, then shook his head and said, "Alas, Hou Sheng, just when you said this, the blood and light on your body became a little stronger. It seems that there is still a great catastrophe. ”

After he finished speaking, he jerked his leg up and kicked the gambler violently.

Bang!

Like kicking a sandbag, the gambler was kicked away by the old man, slammed into the distant mountain wall, and then slowly slid down. On the mountain wall, a shocking trace of blood was left.

In this way, the gambler really has to stay in the infirmary for a while.

"Hehe, the old man is disrespectful, is anyone willing to come over?" The fortune teller stroked his beard, and then triumphantly showed off to the people around him.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they secretly said in their hearts, you are fishing and fortune telling. Saying that others have a bloody disaster, and then taking action to cripple others, how can there be such a fortune-telling principle.

It's just that the onlookers didn't have the courage to say it, and they retreated one by one, leaving in a panic, for fear of being caught by this fortune-telling old man, saying that he had some bloody disaster.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and the old man could only shake his head helplessly, smiled, and sat down again.

At this time, he saw a figure standing in front of him at some point.

"Old gentleman, fortune telling?" Mo Yan was not polite, he sat on the ground and said with a cross-legged smile.

He suddenly felt that the old man was a little interesting, and walked forward on his own.

"What does Xiaoyou want to count?" The fortune teller thought that no one would dare to come again, but he didn't expect a young man to come over, and he was a little surprised at the moment.

"Count my fate." Mo Yan smiled, and then stretched out his hand.

There was a hint of banter in his heart, because his current body was not his own body at all, but a destroyer. He wanted to see what it would be like for this old man to tell the fortune of the robot.

The old man nodded, and said with a smile: "Then you have found the right person, little old man, I am a well-known fortune teller here, there is no appearance that I can't see, and there is no person I can't figure out." ”

He confidently took Mo Yan's palm and began to look up and down.

It's just that at this moment, his original hippie smile suddenly became serious, and then slowly, his brows began to wrinkle, and his expression became weird.

"Huh." Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

I thought this person was just an ordinary god stick with some strength, but now looking at his face, do you really see something?

"Strange...... Odd. The fortune teller didn't look up, his eyes stared at the lines on Mo Yan's palm, and then kept repeating strange words on his mouth.

"What's wrong, sir?" Mo Yan asked strangely.

The old fortune teller didn't speak, just shook his head.

Mo Yan was suddenly unhappy in his heart, and secretly said that you pretend to be a yarn, can you really help the robot see the appearance?!

I don't know how long it took for the old man to slowly raise his head. He still did not speak, but with a serious expression he touched his belt, which turned out to be a storage belt, and the old man took out a bottle full of green liquid from it.

He twisted the cap of the bottle and dipped his finger in the green liquid before applying it around his eyes.

"Open the eyes of heaven!" The old man pinched out a mark with one hand, and then behind him, a translucent eye suddenly appeared.

"Soul Master!" Mo Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He naturally saw that the translucent eyes behind this person should be his natal martial spirit.

It's just that this person is dressed badly, his clothes are tattered, and his behavior looks very casual, and he doesn't look like a noble soul master at all.

"Legend has it that there are many powerful people who are powerful enough to be perverted, and they like to pretend to be an ordinary person who blends into the mortal world and plays life. I don't think I've met someone like that, right? Thinking of this, Mo Yan's expression suddenly became complicated.

The fortune teller in front of him revealed his identity as a soul master, but he still couldn't see through what level of soul master this person's strength was?

Around the old man's eye sockets, the green liquid faintly began to reveal a glimmer of light, and the martial soul of the eyes behind him became more and more substantial.

This eye martial soul, Mo Yan just stared at it, and then he felt the deep and vast power inside, as if he wanted to suck his soul into it. This became more and more unpredictable for him.

It's just that after a while, the fortune teller's eyes began to flow blood and tears!