"Little boy!"

The fortune teller was excited, the old man's slightly rickety body trembled and his eyes exuded a strange light staring at the young man, the old man's wrinkled face was extremely flattering, and he smiled excitedly.

Wow!

"Hell, it's really old glass, that obscene appearance is no different from that old pervert, and it's almost drooling. Mom, it doesn't matter, thirty-six runs are the top notes!" Looking at the slightly obscene expression of the old Taoist priest, the young man's heart suddenly doubled with a sense of excitement and coldness, and countless cold hairs on his body stood up one after another, and it almost took a few seconds. At this time, he just wanted to immediately stay away from this old Taoist priest who had turned into a vicious pervert in his eyes, and he didn't care if he would follow after him ran.

"Look, flying spy!" When the fortune teller wanted to say something, the young man hurriedly used the legendary golden silkworm shelling technique, stretched out his finger to the back of the old man's head, and shook a shot.

"Flying Spy?" The tried and tested escape trick has never been miscalculated since the present world, even if Lao Dao is a god, he was instantly hit, turned his head with a puzzled face, and looked behind him.

"Good opportunity!" Seeing that the old man was instantly recruited, the young man's heart was suddenly excited, and his two long legs were like clockwork, and he didn't even recognize the direction, just spread his feet and ran wildly.

Step, step, step!

The young man's bracing pace trampled on the pavement tiles with a loud sound, and at the same time, countless dust was splashed.

"Strange, where is there a flying saucer?" Seeing that there was no difference between him and usual, the old Taoist priest muttered with doubts on his face, looked around twice, and made sure that there was really no flying saucer, not that his old eyes were dizzy, so he turned his head back, but his face was covered by the dust raised in the sky.

"Bah, bah, what a big dust!" The old Taoist priest, who didn't know how many mouthfuls of dust he had eaten, hurriedly raised the cuffs of his wide Taoist robe and fanned it again and again in front of him. "Little boy, there is no flying saucer, are you mistaken? Huh? What about the people?" When the dust in the sky cleared a little, the old Taoist priest remembered what had just happened and wanted to find out, but found that there was no one in front of him, and the young man was gone.

"Little boy. The young man was gone, and the old Taoist priest suddenly felt a little anxious in his heart, and while his eyes were looking around, he shouted softly.

Whew!

"Hmph, old glass, you just shout as much as you want, even if you shout through your throat, my brain is funny, and I will not turn back!" spread his two feet and ran wildly on the sidewalk, and the young man who had already run out of a hundred meters away, listening to the old road shouts mixed with the whirring wind next to his ears, and still sneering in his cold heart.

"It's just a short period of effort, where has the little boy gone?" After Lao Dao's sharp eyes probed around, he still didn't see the slightly thin figure of the young man. On the old Taoist priest's old face, the two gray eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he was very puzzled.

Squeak squeak!

Countless cicadas still chirp happily on the tall cypress branches.

Call!

Under the scorching sun, the heat was unbearable, let alone running rapidly, and the young man who continued to run was still running, at this time, the sweat on his head was like a basin of water, no matter how he wiped his hands, it was useless, his hair and all his clothes were wet, if he took it off and twisted it by hand, it was estimated that he could wring out a large bucket of water.

"It's so unlucky, it's disgusting to run into an old glass or an attack!" The young man in his chest, who was already as hot as hiding a big stove, looked at the street scene that kept flying out of the corner of his eye and thought about what happened to him, it was a look of confusion, not to mention how depressed he was in his heart. "Now I guess I've run hundreds of meters, I should be away from him, right? I don't know if he's not chasing me? Hey! To be on the safe side, let's run far!" The young man, who was too hot and tired, had a chest heaving violently and breathing heavily, and he wanted to stop. But when he thought of the obscene and hateful face of the old Taoist, he couldn't be sure whether he was chasing after him, so he gritted his teeth and continued to run.

Step, step, step!

Step by step, the young man's swift footsteps left a series of dense footprints on the colorful floor tiles of the sidewalk. The pedestrians on the road looked at the young man with the sun on his head, and the figure running like crazy was also extremely confused.

"I don't know where the little boy has gone, it seems that I can only use that thing. The old Taoist priest who was looking around to no avail, after his eyes flickered a few times, he muttered to himself and reached out from the wide Taoist robe and took out a simple bronze mirror, and a very complex gossip array was carved on the copper handle. "Heaven and earth are extreme, there is a way in the world, Mommy Mommy!" dodged and walked behind the tall cypress tree, Lao Dao's eyes glanced around sharply, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly recited a spell in his mouth, and his big hand as thin as old dry wood crossed the smooth mirror.

Rumble!

As Lao Dao's palm was completely brushed, a green light suddenly appeared out of thin air on the mirror of the brass ancient mirror, and spread rapidly, covering the entire mirror in an instant. "Hahaha, it turns out that you are here, little boy. "After the green mang covered the mirror, the original bronze mirror surface became as transparent as glass, and there were street scenes and constantly shaking figures, which was the environment of the young man at this time, lifelike. The old Taoist priest found the person he was looking for, and his heart, which was originally a little depressed, suddenly relaxed.

"Hahaha, don't run away little boy, it's all hot like that, let's go back to my bowl of the old way. The old Taoist priest touched his long white beard and looked in the mirror at the young man running in the sun with sweat on his head. With a playful smile on his face, his fingers connected the dots on the mirror, and his technique was rapid and complex.

Turn east, turn east, turn east!

Call!

The young man, who had been running rapidly on the sidewalk for a minute or two, and was almost tired of becoming a dog, finally stopped running. "Now I guess I've run for almost a mile or two, and the dead Taoist priest shouldn't be able to catch up, right? Damn, I've been running all the way, but I'm tired of the young man!" The young man who bent over, supported his knees with one hand, and frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other hand, his chest rose and fell violently, and while panting, his eyes were slightly red, and he cursed in a low voice full of anger and resentment!

"Hehe, little boy, who are you angry with?" and I said!" The young man kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, and just after breathing a sigh of relief, a playful old voice came into his ears.

Yes!

What a familiar voice, that damn perverted old way. The young man who was wiping his sweat and wanted to slow down suddenly stiffened, and the fierce expression that he was cursing again and again instantly froze. "I'm going! what the hell, why are you here?" The young man raised his head with difficulty, and saw that the old Taoist priest was looking at him with a playful smile on his face, and at this moment the young man instantly collapsed, and he wanted to die.