As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. If he had not experienced the fight just now, he would not have been so devoted to the fortune teller.

Murong Chong was ruthless in his actions, and he was the most powerful general in Xiangyang City. This divine fortune teller was still neither humble nor arrogant, and did not surrender blindly.

This shows that he is one of our own.

In front of him, there is nothing to hide.

The fortune teller did not speak in a hurry, but waved his hand and called Wang Mi aside.

Over there, Liu Yu and Tan Pingzhi were cleaning up the mess and tidying up the hexagram stall for the fortune teller. Over here, Wang Mi and the fortune teller walked to a corner and whispered.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!"

This young man dressed as a farmer was obviously wearing rags and coarse clothes and had a gray face. However, the fortune teller still felt that there was something in his chest, and a sense of magnanimity emerged from time to time.

He didn't know what kind of evil wind he had suffered, but he was still an upright man just now, and he would never give in under the iron fist of the Xianbei man.

But now, the two black eyes were rolling around, looking sneaky.

"What are you looking at?"

"There's no one around."

Even though he said this, the fortune teller was still uneasy, and took a few more glances on his own initiative. He didn't dare to speak until there was no one idle within a radius of one foot.

"I can tell by your appearance that you are not farmers from Fort Victory."
Chapter completed!