Chu Ning's heart tightened, then her face turned red, and she explained repeatedly, "That girl is not what you think... We are just, just..."

The conversation stopped for a long time, and Chu Ning couldn't explain anything after pressing for a long time, and there was no good explanation.

Shadow Soul did not look back to listen to Chu Ning's explanation, but just strode forward. Chu Ning stood there, feeling like he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Chu Ning had no choice but to shake her head and murmured, "The love between a man and a woman is really embarrassing to mention."

This is also the case with emotional matters. I am moved to death, but blush with embarrassment when others mention it.

Chu Ning rode on the horse and let the horse gallop, heading deep into southern Xinjiang.

The fast horse kept galloping all night, and it slowed down until the sky turned white. Chu Ning leisurely got off the horse, looked at the city not far in front of him, and said, "We have finally arrived after traveling all night. It is also tiring."

As Chu Ning said this, she turned around and looked at this majestic and humane horse. Seeing that its long neck was covered with tiny beads of sweat, she couldn't help but reach out and caress it, and said, "What a good horse."

, Well, even a great person like you has a time when you cannot be free. Well, today is the time when you will be freed."

Chu Ning untied the reins of the horse, took off the saddle from the horse, and said, "Let's go, let's go, you should go galloping on the grassland, not hump around here."

The magnificent horse barked, as if responding to Chu Ning, "Let's go, you should be free. You have your way, and I have mine."

The horse's head was so close to Chu Ning's, rubbing Chu Ning's head intimately, as if it was reluctant to leave, as if it was difficult to leave...

"Go for it"!

Chu Ning drove the horse away, and the horse lifted up its front legs and roared loudly as parting.

Chu Ning looked at the horse, hooped away, slowly disappeared into a small dot, and finally disappeared from Chu Ning's eyes.

Chu Ning watched the horse go free, feeling happy and comfortable in his heart, and said, "When you go, whether you encounter people or animals blocking your way, everything is fate, everything is determined by heaven, you and I are both.

It’s just a drop among thousands of living beings, it’s hard to stand up without a fight!”

I don’t know if Chu Ning is talking about the horse or herself, hey, the road is at my feet!

Chu Ning also entered the city step by step.

At this time, a young man holding a hand sail quickly passed by Chu Ning. As he walked quickly, he looked back. A pair of cunning eyes looked back at Chu Ning from time to time, and he mumbled something in between.

Without hearing his voice, he clearly said again, "A good dog has no right!"

Only then did Chu Ning look at him. On the sail of this young man was written: Destiny is only in my hanging plate!

The other side says something different: God is here!

This young man is actually a fortune teller. It doesn't look like a fortune teller. Fortune tellers have long hair and beards, and they are immortal. Such a young man doesn't look like him. He just wants to deceive people and has put on makeup.

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Chu Ning thought and followed quietly...

The young god set up his sail on the street. He got a large Eight Immortals table from somewhere. He put up his legs and kept shaking. Chu Ning looked at his carefree appearance and thought to himself:

If anyone believes what you say, they really have seen a ghost!

The young god simply closed his eyes and meditated, and sang a ditty leisurely and contentedly. What kind of pleasant ditty was this? It was obviously a pornographic song. I could only hear him singing happily, "Sister, you sit at the head of the bed, and brother is under the bed."

Let's go, my mind is wandering, my mind is wandering...Brother, I am wandering."

"Your grandpa is really a talent!" Chu Ning couldn't help but admire him.

This guy actually sang this kind of song in broad daylight on a busy street, and he didn't even have the dignity to do it?

At this time, a few burly men walked toward the young god with swaying steps and spitting out melon seeds in their mouths. These people all looked like ruffians. The leading man spit out a mouthful of melon seed shells directly on the

On the big Eight Immortals table, he said with ill intentions, "Hey, you don't even know if your hair has grown, yet you dare to learn fortune-telling and give advice?"

The person next to him rolled his eyes and said smartly, "Brother, I think this must be a divine calculation. If the calculation is accurate, we will pay you. If the calculation is not accurate, we will pay you ten times!"

When the leader of the big men heard this, he thought in his mind, "That's a good thing to note. Anyway, I say no to anything he says. Let's see what he can do to me."

"Hey, fortune teller, do you dare to tell me a fortune? If the fortune teller is not accurate, you will..."

"You will lose ten times the money, right?" the young fortune teller continued.

"Do you have the guts to make a fortune for me?" The big man said slowly and dropped a large gold ingot on the table.

"Aren't you gambling with me? You'll pay ten for every one!"

"How do you know that this Immortal is good at this? I love gambling the most... I love telling people's fortunes and interpretations. You have found the right person!" The young divine fortune teller's eyes were filled with anger, like a butcher meeting someone to be expected.

As excited as a slaughtered lamb!

The young fortune teller hurriedly collected the gold ingot and said, "What do you want to count?"

The big man thought for a while and said, "Whatever you want to calculate, you can calculate it to me. If it's not accurate, you have to pay me ten times the money!"

"It's natural. Since I've received your money, I'll be responsible for it. My immortal's goods are not very good, but my gambling goods are very good... The hexagrams are definitely good..." the young fortune teller said with relish.

"Is this a gambler or a fortune teller?" The big man was also confused. How could he look like a bad guy compared to himself?

"Come here, put a drop of your blood on your finger for me!" The young god said, and pulled out a huge sword from behind. The sword was as bright as the cold moon, with a murderous aura, and for a moment the murderous intent on the sword was shocking.

These local ruffians kept retreating.

"Come here!"

The young god shouted angrily again. The big man looked at the bright sword in his hand and muttered in his heart: Are you going to use this sword to take a drop of blood from my finger? This sword can even take my life!

"Hey, I'll do it myself," the young god said, and he raised the sword in his hand toward the void. The seemingly heavy sword was as light as nothing in his hand. The huge and heavy sword turned out to be

The knife moved lightly, and the tip of the knife was like an imperceptible mosquito bite on the big man's finger. He was unconscious and didn't feel a drop...

How could a big man have ever seen such a big knife, and how could he have seen such a fortune teller? If the knife was wider, the hand would no longer be his, and the hand would be gone. The young man in front of him regretted it now, "Why do I have eyes on my butt?"

I don’t look like a master at all. I’m going to lose my life here. How could I mess with this god? This sword is so powerful that it’s going to cost me my life!”

The big man only felt that the young magician was very good at wielding the sword, but he couldn't see why. Chu Ning, who was hiding in the distance, was also surprised. He was a swordsman, and he was an expert in using swords, so he could naturally see that.

The young swordsman is really not a swordsman who can be mastered by ordinary people in the world, because the swordsmanship is extremely superb, and the young man's cultivation is also very high. Chu Ning secretly felt like Elder Jin of the White Lotus Sect who died under his sword.

It feels like this young man is a golden elixir monk!

The more Chu Ning thought about it, the more shocked he became. How could there be such a high-level Golden elixir monk? There were so many wonders in the world. He had underestimated the people in the world before. Geniuses will exist in the world no matter what era!

The young god took action with his big sword, and there was a little red dot on the cold tip, which was a drop of blood!

The young divine strategist casually flicked the drop of blood stained on the big man's finger from the knife, and then swung the blood away, not knowing whether it was thrown into the corner of the knife.

"How did you..." The big man just started to say, but the young man raised his head and glared at him fiercely. He was so frightened that he shut his mouth again and did not dare to speak again.

The young god placed the tip of the knife that had just been stained with blood in front of him, closed his eyes, and muttered a long paragraph of strange words that no one could hear clearly and no one could understand.

I saw him closing his eyes tightly, shaking his head and chanting for a long time, and he didn't stop for a long time...

These ruffians, you look at me, I look at you, they all see the same meaning in each other's eyes,

"The wind is tight, it's so tight"!

Several people turned around to leave, looking at their posture and getting ready to run!

"Bah"!

This was the voice of the young divination, and several people had no choice but to stop and turned back in frustration, feeling as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly!

The big man at the head, Ku Gua, said with a sullen face, "The villain is here, please tell the immortal master about the villain's numerology!"

"You ordinary mortals, this immortal master has obtained a drop of your blood and is seeing through your life. Do you know?" He said leisurely with his eyes closed.

"ah"?!

"Master Immortal, please give me your instructions. I am all ears...all ears..."

The big man had no choice but to cooperate and said.

"Your numerology is strange. I will use my power again to see what your destiny is!" the young fortune teller said, shaking his head.

"Then there is Master Lao, there is Master Lao..." the big man said, riding a tiger, unable to get off.

"It doesn't matter. After all, you have given me money, and you have become attached to this immortal master. This is how it should be." The young god said angrily.

"Come!"

As he spoke, he took out a huge wine jar from behind and placed it squarely on the Eight Immortals table, with the wine jar lying flat and empty.

"Get more of your blood"!

"ah"!

The big man was just a little bit close to crying, "Immortal Master, such a big wine jar, Immortal Master, villain... villain..."

The big man originally wanted to say, you are kidding me, such a big wine jar, even if it is filled with blood, it will not be enough!

But he didn't dare to say it directly, because the young magician was holding the big knife in his hand and gesticulating, and the sword died in the light, Zongheng before the killing!
Chapter completed!