The old fortune teller looked at Jiang Du and couldn't help but walked over quietly.

"Jiang Du Jiang Du!" the old fortune teller shouted.

Jiang Du looked at the three-year-old fortune teller with some confusion.

"Old fortune teller, what's wrong?"

"How do you look like this?" the old fortune teller asked a little embarrassedly.

He wants it too!

There was a hint of confusion in Jiang Du's eyes.

What does it look like?

Following the old fortune teller's gaze, looking somewhere in his own direction, Jiang Du suddenly smiled.

"It turns out that this is the thing. It's not too difficult. You only need to hypnotize yourself ten times a day and silently say: Where is my Diao Chan! It will be of great help to this thing."

The old fortune teller's body trembled slightly.

"Where is my Diao Chan?"

Does willpower drive physical development?

For a moment, wisps of light began to appear on the old fortune teller's body, as if he had some epiphany.

Jiang Du??

this……

The old scholar's face turned black. He held the old fortune teller in his hands and said angrily: "I will stay here for three days."

Immediately, the figures of the two old scholars disappeared.

A breeze came, and Jiang Du couldn't help but shiver when he saw that there was no one in the yard.

Being naked like this? I’m quite embarrassed.

"Snapped!"

The mark of a blood knife suddenly hit the vacuum ring, and then began to melt with a harsh sound.
Chapter completed!