Qing Yuan hugged his head, muttered a few words of scolding, and said: "You can't avoid this bloody disaster, unless you have the ability to go to the sky, otherwise there is no chance at all." ”

Wang Su frowned, a little unhappy, after all, whoever was told by a fortune teller Taoist priest would not be happy. Believe it or not is one thing, but it's another thing to say it or not.

Qing Yuan saw Wang Su frowning, and thought that he was going to knock his head again, so he hurriedly hugged his head and hid on another bench, begging for mercy: "Don't fight, don't fight!" It would be stupid to hit the child again! ”

Wang Su was also amused by this living treasure, sandwiched the last slice of sauced beef into the Qingyuan bowl, and said with a smile: "Who said they were going to beat you?" Why are you so afraid? Don't grind, Sora and I will fight, and hurry up and continue to talk about my bloody plague. ”

Qingyuan let go of his hand and muttered, "Who knows if you will fight?" Xiaodao is already a bad brain, and if you are called stupid again, how can you cultivate the Tao? How can you become an immortal? ”

Become an immortal?

It's really a child's heart......

Wang Su smiled in his heart, but in his hand, he dragged the porcelain bowl containing the sauced beef in front of Qingyuan in front of him in front of him, and threatened: "If you talk nonsense, this meat will be gone." ”

He could scare Qingyuan's gluttonous worm with this hand, and hurriedly snatched the bowl back with a smile, and waited until the beef entered his throat and fell into his stomach, Qingyuan touched his belly with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Although the people close to you can't avoid this bloody disaster, you can't avoid it." ”

"Can I avoid it?" Wang Su asked suspiciously.

"That's right. I'll tell you, aren't you busy here right now? ”

Qingyuan said leisurely, and he didn't see Wang Su's face change.

Wang Su tried his best to restrain the killing intent in his eyes, his face was still kind, and he interrupted him and asked, "How does the little Taoist know that I have something to do in Xiluo City?" ”

Qingyuan spread his hands and said casually: "I am known as a god of magic and Qingyuanzi, so naturally I have calculated it." After that, he glanced at Wang Su with disdain in his eyes, as if he was mocking him for not even seeing this, is he stupider than me?

The little fart child's hair hasn't grown, and he is still clever at calculating the source?

The little Taoist priest claims to be a son in vain?

Wang Su was a little annoyed by his eyes, but it was not easy to attack.

After all, the concept of something is too broad.

It's something to do when you go home for dinner.

After eating and drinking, there is something wrong with Gong.

I'm going to tick the bar tomorrow and listen to ......

Ahem, ahem, this one has nothing to do before I go.

To get back to the point, although Wang Su Chengtian is chivalrous and righteous, in the final analysis, it is also a livelihood of swords and iron blood, and long-term crises will always make him more vigilant and sensitive.

So when Qingyuan said that he had something to do here recently, the first thing he thought of was not some magic stick technique, but whether it was possible that this Qingyuan was sent by someone.

Think about it, isn't the most common thing that those charlatans say is "have you had any troubles lately" and "have you been a little bad lately" and these ambiguous and interpretable words.

To put it this way......

Wang Su glanced at Qingyuan again with some helplessness.

Isn't this little Taoist priest more like a charlatan?

Qing Yuan didn't taunt with his eyes anymore, and said, "Where did I just go?" Oh! By the way, after you finish your affairs here, don't linger and go straight to Zhongzhou Tianjing. Let me tell you, when the time comes, run as fast as you can. ”

At this point, he patted his head and groaned.

"What's wrong?" Wang Su didn't know why and asked.

"Look at my memory, I forgot! You can't outrun the horse, forget it, you might as well find a horse to ride. ”

Wang Su: "......"

Qing Yuan ignored Wang Su's eyes when he wanted to draw his sword and cut his own, and said to himself: "If you listen to me, then when you arrive in Tianjing, you will probably be able to hear the news about the bloody light disaster." Remember, don't be impulsive. ”

After that, Qingyuan took out a bag from his cuffs, solemnly handed it to Wang Su, and said, "Then you will open this bag again." You and I meet is fate, this meal is the part, since there is fate, there is cause and effect, I will help you this hand. ”

"Remember, don't pay attention to the 'Bloody Plague' when the time comes."

"Tianjing has an opportunity waiting for you."

"Remember! Remember! ”

Wang Su held the bag in his hand, and looked at Qingyuan, who was righteously speaking and scolding Fang Yu with a complicated expression.

If Qingyuan is a white-bearded and white-eyebrowed, otherworldly old man, Wang Su will believe it if he can't say it.

But Qingyuan's meaty little face with baby fat is really not very convincing.

Wang Su sighed in his heart and thought: I don't know which unscrupulous and immoral old Taoist priest's master is, no, the old god.

actually taught such a nondescript little god stick.

The child is still young, should I persuade him? returned the vulgar skills, so that he could eat enough, so that he would not annoy others one day and be dragged into a small alley and beaten to death......

Wang Su couldn't help but worry about Qingyuan's future, and he was worried that such a child would become a god stick who would eat and wait for death in the future......

"Okay, little Taoist, I remember it all." Wang Su hesitated for a moment and asked, "Little Daoist, I don't know which Taoist temple you belong to?" Who is the teacher? ”

Qingyuan tilted his head, stared at the ceiling, thought for a while and said, "Our Taoist temple is in tatters, and there is no plaque, and I don't know what it is called." As for who is the teacher? Of course, it is my master? ”

After that, another disdainful gaze stabbed at Wang Su.

The Taoist temple doesn't even have a plaque? It seems that it is really a god stick......

Wang Su hugged Hongyuan, who saved the runaway youth, and then he could endure his temperament, and asked coaxingly: "Of course I know that you were taught by your master, I want to ask what is your master's name?" ”

Qingyuan dragged his right hand with his left hand, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, rested his chin on his index finger, thought about it, and then suddenly realized: "That's right!" My master didn't tell me about his way! ”

Wang Su was speechless, and was about to tell Qingyuan that his master should be a god stick of rivers and lakes, not a serious Taoist priest, but when he saw Qingyuan slap the table, he swooped up.

"Master is so cunning! Hum! I'm going to settle accounts with him! Pull out his beard! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his belongings and hurried downstairs.

Before Wang Su could speak, he stretched out his hand, but he didn't stop Qing Yuanlai, so he had to watch him leave and swallow the words back into his stomach.

Wang Su shook his head, put the bag that Qingyuan gave him into his pocket, and devoted all his attention to the Anqing Tower.

Although he was talking to Qingyuan just now, he was still monitoring Anqing Building out of the corner of his eye, but there was nothing abnormal.

Let's do it first, change places.

Wang Su thought so, he called Xiao Er, and he was about to settle the bill.

But I heard Xiao Er say: "Don't you know? ”

"Know what?"

Xiao Er said suspiciously: "Aren't you all together?" The little leader had already settled the account just now. ”

Already settled?

Wang Su seemed to have thought of something, and touched his pocket......

Broken, where's my purse?