The top of the Great North, the Imperial City of the Xia Kingdom.

Standing on the land of Xia land, the former capital that has been washed by history and literature for thousands of years, has a heavy cultural color and a simple scholarly atmosphere.

At this time, the winter snow is swaying in the sky above the Imperial City, the white expanse looks very poignant, even if it is sub-zero weather, the night of the snow, the streets of the Imperial City are still brightly lit, and the pedestrians are endless, and it is very prosperous.

A group of teenagers and girls are walking slowly along the ancient streets of the city, they are talking and laughing while looking at the dazzling array of antique calligraphy and paintings, and they can hear crisp and beautiful laughter from time to time.

A girl walking in the center has an elegant temperament and a beautiful face, wearing a mink coat as white as snow draped over her body, I don't know how many eyeballs she has attracted.

Looking at her facial features, although she is exquisite, she is not the type that is stunning and beautiful, but gives people a gentle and lovely taste like a small jasper.

Beside her, there was a tall, handsome, personable young man, he was dressed in hand-customized, embroidered dragon clothes, although he looked seventeen or eighteen years old, but his speech and demeanor revealed his extraordinary identity, and he was faintly the leader of this group of people.

"Yulin, you see there are Han and Tang calligraphy and paintings over there, let's go over and take a look!"

The man said gently, and saw that the faces of the other young men and girls in the same company were all excited, but Fang Yulin was not very interested.

It's just that under the encouragement and instigation of everyone, she also followed these people to the antique gathering area.

In the antique gathering area, there are all kinds of antiquities, calligraphy and paintings, and the young man walks in the forefront, commenting on many mysterious artifacts and famous masterpieces, trying to show his strong artistic atmosphere and extraordinary knowledge.

It's just that Fang Yulin is deaf and uninterested.

She raised her head slightly, and her gaze involuntarily looked into the distance, where in a dimly lit corner, a thinly dressed young fortune teller leaned against a high wall.

A white cloth flag was erected beside him, and two horizontal characters were written on it: "I am looking for marriage, just waiting for the return of the Iraqi people."

He seemed very lonely.

He seemed lonely.

He looked sad.

Is this a fortune teller?

An inexplicable feeling rose in Fang Yulin's heart, and when he thought of an engagement arranged by the family, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't believe in fate, but this time, she unconsciously walked up to the young fortune teller, and the people who were traveling with her couldn't help but be a little stunned, and followed her steps.

In the dim corner of the light, the fortune teller seemed to be a little blurry, and he couldn't see the outline of his face clearly, but it just gave people a very young feeling.

"Yulin, you don't believe in this kind of charlatan, do you?" asked the vermilion long-haired girl who came with Fang Yulin with some surprise.

I saw Fang Yulin shaking his head slightly, with a little confusion in his eyes.

Seeing this, the girl had no choice but to call out to the fortune teller: "Fortune teller, let's tell fortunes, which method will you use?

The fortune teller leaned against the wall, his voice as flat as water: "I'm not a fortune teller. ”

"Isn't it a fortune teller, so what are you doing here with a fortune teller?" the girl sneered and said with a disgruntled expression.

"Here I am, waiting for the loved ones of my past life. The fortune teller said calmly.

His words were met with a burst of laughter.

At this time, the men and women who were with Fang Yulin all came over, almost all of them were upper-class figures in the imperial city, and they didn't believe in the so-called past and present lives at all.

One of the teenagers even made a sarcastic remark: "This method of deceiving girls was not used by the young master many years ago, and you are really backward." ”

When everyone thought he was fake and ridiculous, only Fang Yulin was a little inexplicably throbbing, and blurted out: "Since she is the love of her previous life, she should have been reincarnated, how can you find her?"

"I've been waiting for her for two hundred years. I'll know when she reappears to me. ”

The fortune teller whispered.

"You've waited for her for two hundred years, I don't think you're even twenty years old...... everyone laughed, "Can you still be a heavenly immortal?"

I saw the fortune teller shake his head, his eyes were long and deep, like stars in the night sky in the dim blur, which made people's hearts tremble.

"I am a true disciple of the Star Extreme Immortal Venerable, and the Dao name is 'Wuji Immortal Monarch'. From the perspective of mortals, what is the difference between me and the heavenly immortals?"

The fortune teller said indifferently: "Even if the Heavenly Immortals, Xuan Immortals and the like are in front of me, what can they count?"

Listening to him, everyone couldn't help but think that this fortune teller was interesting, but they were happy and didn't want to leave.

The girl with long vermilion hair smiled sweetly, pretending to be infatuated and said, "So, Lord Wuji Immortal Monarch, do you think I don't look like the love of your previous life?"

Her name is Gu Xiaoxiao.

She has a stunning appearance and a tall figure, and she is already very charming at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and she is also a proper school-level beauty in major colleges and universities.

And with her family background, she can be described as the only little princess who is loved by thousands of people.

She looked at the fortune teller stupidly, giving people a feeling of fascination.

It's just that her cheeks, which have never been invincible, are finally deflated.

I saw Zhang Fan shake his head and said indifferently: "It's not you." ”

"Not me?" Gu Xiaoxiao looked stunned.

The rest of the friends were also surprised that someone could resist Gu Xiaoxiao's charming and ecstatic eyes.

"Then what's her name?" Fang Yulin asked in a ghostly manner.

Everyone was also curious, and this fortune teller was getting more and more interesting.

Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed on Fang Yulin, a trace of inexplicable sadness swam out of his heart, and the entire antique gathering area seemed to be shrouded in suffocating sadness.

"Her name is Fang Yulin. ”

"Ahh

"What?"

The crowd was amazed.

Fang Yulin covered his mouth in surprise, and looked at the fortune teller in front of him in a daze.

After her brother returned from the south, he talked to her about a young man named Zhang Fan, who was full of memories and recalled every fragment of the past, and there was never a trace of Zhang Fan, but this name was suddenly imprinted on her heart.

And the handsome young man who was accompanying Fang Yulin frowned slightly after hearing this, and the corners of his lips provoked a trace of coldness.

Having said so much, this fortune teller actually came for his fiancée!

That's right, just as Fang Yulin's temperament is elegant and her face is beautiful, she is more attractive than those who are enchanting and charming.

However, the young man's family background is noble, his power is shocking, and Xia Guo is also a super wealthy family, and the means are not something ordinary people can imagine, he looked at Zhang Fan coldly and waited for his next step.

"Are you talking about me?"

Fang Yulin said in surprise, and then asked in a daze: "You, are you Zhang Fan?"

"Yes, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

Zhang Fan leaned there, as if separated from everyone by two spaces, and his voice seemed to travel through time, taking everyone back to the time and space of two hundred years ago.

"This is a sad story, a story about Mowgli Immortal Jun becoming a demon. ”