The girl approached the ink knife and looked up and down around it. The girl wondered how this thin body could contain such power. But she looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't see anything. In her eyes, Modao was just a cold-blooded person who didn't know mercy as always.

"Give it back to me. The girl said, reaching for the ink knife.

"What?" asked Inkknife.

"You're still pretending to be stupid! Bracelet I gave you earlier, give it back to me. The girl said.

The ink knife was silent, and he didn't intend to return the bracelet to the girl.

"You ......" Seeing that the ink knife was silent, the girl understood that it was impossible to get the bracelet back. Although the bracelet was given to her by her, regret is usually a common problem among women.

The girl flew down to the ink knife to snatch the bracelet back.

Her movements were fast, so fast that there were only afterimages. It's hard to imagine that a girl has such a figure, even the ink knife was slightly stunned.

Ever since the knife was taken away, speed has always been the strength of the ink knife. But at this time, the girl's speed was on par with the ink knife.

Although the speed is similar, the body style is very different.

Facing the girl, the ink knife shook his body and tossed and turned. Every time there was a slight difference, it just passed by the girl.

The ink knife did not strike, did not use the sword. Although the woman in front of her could be easily subdued with a sword, the ink knife did not feel murderous on the woman. Although Modao always sees death and does not know mercy, he is never a cruel person.

The girl gathered around the ink knife, jumping left and right, the speed was dazzling, but she never touched the ink knife.

Panting, she suddenly stopped in place and shouted at the ink knife: "You are still not a man! ”

"You gave it to me. Ink Knife said.

"I gave it to you, but now I regret it, can't I?" the girl exercised the exclusive rights of a woman, so righteously.

"It has nothing to do with me. Ink Knife said. Mo Dao didn't care if the girl regretted it, he only knew that the bracelet was very suitable for Yue Qiushui.

"You!" the girl snapped. I can't beat it, I can't grab it. The girl looked back at the old man with a look of supplication in her eyes.

"Grandpa......" the girl said coquettishly.

"What's wrong?" asked the old man, looking at the girl with a doting smile on his face.

"Help me beat him!" the girl pointed at the ink knife, her mouth pursed slightly, and she looked aggrieved.

"Grandpa can't beat him. The old man quickly shook his head, still smiling.

"You're a liar!" said the girl.

"Grandpa didn't lie to you this time. Looking at the ink knife, the old man's smile faded away, replaced by a serious expression.

The ink knife also looked at the old man. The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and in a trance, they seemed to hear the sound of thunder and lightning converging.

On the old man's body, the ink knife always felt a faint coercion. That's not immortal energy, the ink knife can be sure that the old man in front of him is not an immortal. However, the aura emanating from the old man's body was extremely ethereal, completely different from that of mortals. If you have to use words to describe it, 'outside the world' is the most appropriate.

That breath is born in heaven and earth, but it cannot contain heaven and earth. Rather, it is like a countercurrent peeking into the heavens and the earth.

Facing the old man, a trace of vigilance rose in Mo Dao's heart.

"Grandpa, will you help me? The girl shouted.

Without replying, the old man walked slowly towards the ink knife. As he passed by the girl, the old man patted the girl's head lightly with his hand, as if to signal her to be quiet.

And the girl really stopped being noisy, quiet as everyone was showing.

"This little brother, if you don't mind, can you let the little old man make a divination for you. The old man said, staring directly at the ink knife, waiting for the ink knife to respond.

"Grandpa, ......" The girl looked at her grandfather in surprise, others didn't know, but she knew. It's been a long, long time since my grandfather didn't help people with divination, no matter what conditions others offered. But today, her grandfather took the initiative to ask for help with divination, which had to surprise the girl.

The old man waved his hand and motioned for the girl not to say much. He asked again, "What do you think, little brother?" ”

"There was no time. Ink Knife said. There is no need for divination at all, just because the fate of the ink knife has already been predestined, and there can be no change in the slightest, and there will be no change in the slightest, although the ink knife has long known the outcome.

"It won't be too long. The old man said, and he seemed to want to help the ink knife divination.

"Little brother should have come here to prepare for the treasure hunt. The old man continued.

"It's not. Modao replied.

The old man was slightly stunned: "Didn't the little brother come to participate in the once-in-a-decade competition?"

"Yes. Ink Knife replied again.

"That's right. I think the little brother is so skilled, he must be here to prepare for this competition. The old man continued: "If the little brother doesn't mind, the little old man is willing to help the little brother introduce one or two." ”

"Condition. Ink Knife said. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

"Xiao Lao hopes to help Xiao Ge divination. ”

"Good. Modao agreed to the old man's request, but he didn't understand why the old man had to divinate for himself.

"It's inconvenient here, please come with me. The old man said.

Then the ink knife followed the old man to a tavern.

Seeing the guests, the shopkeeper quickly greeted him. But when he saw the old man and the girl, his face turned cold.

"I owe money for my drinks, when will I pay it back. The shopkeeper said, with a menacing appearance, and did not treat the grandfather and grandson in front of him as guests at all.

Without speaking, the old man took out a gold ingot from his bosom and threw it to the shopkeeper, and then walked to the private room on the second floor with the ink knife.

The little second-hand shop had gold in it, and was silent for a long time, like wood, and it took a while to come to his senses.

The excited expression made his face distort a little, but the shopkeeper still had some concentration and didn't shout. Nervously looking around, making sure no one was noticed. The shopkeeper carefully hid the gold in his arms, and then took out some copper coins from his arms and handed them to the cabinet.

"Private room on the second floor. The shopkeeper said, "This is the money paid by the guest, can you count it?" ”

After taking the money, the bookkeeper nodded and said, "The number is right." But ......" he changed his voice, for he had never seen a guest in a private room pay his bill with a loose copper coin.

"But what?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Nothing. In the end, the shopkeeper couldn't ask, although he was suspicious, but the shopkeeper was the owner's nephew. Because of his identity, although he is somewhat clear in his heart, he can only turn a blind eye.

"Hmph!" the shopkeeper snorted coldly, turned to leave, and continued to greet the other guests.

"Sooner or later, you'll be unlucky!" cursed the bookkeeper.

"Brother, please be seated. In the private room on the second floor, the old man's face was excited, like a child who had found a toy, and he still had the appearance of a master in the world.