Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Listening to Xiang Xiang's babble, Li Huowang did not speak and continued to listen. If the other person was only talking about fabricated history books, it would not scare Xiang Xiang like that. There must be other reasons.

"This person is very recognizable. He has a fan in his hand with four characters written on it. I was born with talent. When you meet him in the future, remember to hide as far as you can. He is not a good person." At this point, remember Xiang's eyes were full of taboos.

Li Huowang thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Master Xiang, when you came out of the Buddha Bone Temple that day, you would ask me like that, but Zhuge Yuan's ability is very strange?"

"Well." Xiang Xiang nodded, "I don't know how this person can change his life."

"Change your life?"

"It's not about changing people's lives, it's about changing destiny. He has an old imperial calendar. Whatever he says is appropriate, it will definitely happen. If he wants to say something to avoid, it will definitely be unlucky to do it."

"Follow the law?!" Li Huowang was immediately shocked. He had seen a lot of the world along the way, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of magical power.

If there is such a person who has kindness to himself, it is simply a big backer. But in case this person is malicious to himself...

After deliberating for a while, Li Huowang asked again: "Master Xiang, does this person use this ability to do more good things or more evil things?"

"How can our family know, our family only knows, as long as he shows up, nothing good will happen! What a bummer."

After saying this, some dry-mouthed photographers took a sip of tea.

"Okay, our family has told you so much, it's already an exception, do it well, you're good, this time, we'll go back and mention your position in the company."

"Thank you, Lord Xiang." Li Huowang turned and left, his expression still solemn, and he looked down at the wrapped spindle.

Although I learned some information about Zhuge Yuan from the photographer, I still don't know whether the other party's goodwill towards me is true or false.

If it's true...it's not logical, but if it's false...it's even less logical! What is the purpose of this man?

"It's not enough to ask this way. We have to find a way from this spindle, and we must first figure out what this thing is."

"But this kind of thing can be put aside first, to help the reporter find the heart turbulence, in exchange for the information of the north wind is the most important."

In that humble study, Li Huowang left not long after. An old grizzled woman came out from behind the screen next to her.

Although her face was covered with wrinkles, she could tell by looking at her face that when she was young, her appearance was absolutely the same.

The old woman asked the photographer worriedly: "Master, is this person reliable?"

"Hey, my family can't say for sure. This person came from a long way to Daliang. God knows where the root is. Anyway, it must be used whether it is reliable or not. We must not let Shangjing know about it. It's gone!"

The worried old woman walked up to the photographer, holding the jeweled back of the photographer's hand in her hands.

"Hey, sir, it's really not good. Let's retire? We are afraid every day. What can we do if we live for decades."

"Hey. It's easy to say. It's not that simple."

With a bitter face, he took out a red handkerchief from the cuff of his left hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The background of this matter is big. It is the work of the national teacher. Maybe it has the meaning of the official family. If a small person like our family is involved in this major event, it is a good incense to be able to escape safely."

The old woman put her arms around the photographer gently, and said with a hint of pleading in her voice: "Brother, when this time is over, let's go back, go back to Liupan, and go back to the mulberry tree when we were young."

"When you left the village, you said that I would be happy no matter where I was, as long as I was with you, I would be the happiest."

The photographer patted the old woman with his red handkerchief, but said nothing.

The photographer seemed in a hurry, and the notice was that they would meet at the gate of Yinling City on the fifth day of the next day.

Therefore, before dawn, Li Huowang woke up early. He first came to the stable and pulled the curtain of the car, cut a piece of meat from the creeping tentacle monster, wrapped it in cloth, and kept it on the road to eat.

After throwing all the butcher shops into the carriage, Li Huowang took a piece of wood and began to nail it.

I don't know how long I'll be going this time. Just in case, it's better to nail it all.

After a while, under Li Huowang's beating, the carriage turned into a big coffin.

After all this was done, he put his luggage on the horse, Li Huowang got on his horse and rode towards the city gate.

"Wang Wang!" Mantou followed unexpectedly.

"Honestly stare at the carriage! If I come back and hear you go out and fight with other dogs, you will be stewed!"

In the early morning, there were basically not many people on the street except for some vendors who were going to set up their stalls. Li Huowang soon arrived at the city gate.

Hong Da and Tuoba Danqing appeared unexpectedly, but to Li Huowang's surprise, there were two more newcomers beside them.

If you add the photographer and yourself, there are six people in total, from which you can see the attitude of the other party.

The two newcomers, one is the Moon Gate boy surnamed Liu, and the other is Dancing God~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Li Huowang carefully observed the drum around his waist, and he is very sure that this drum is Dancing God's drum, which is similar to the original Li Huowang. Zhi waist is exactly the same.

It's just that compared to Li Zhi, who lived like a beggar, this person is obviously very different.

He was dressed in black fur, his face was full of flesh, and there were two slanted black scars on his face. It would be more appropriate to replace the leather drum with a machete.

After greeting each other with several others, Li Huowang looked at the scarred face. "Are you a great dancer? What about your second god?"

The scarred face with his arms folded against the chest against the wall, his eyes widened, "Who the **** are you? Dare to take care of Lao Tzu?"

When he saw that Li Huowang had already drawn his sword for half an inch, Liu Zongyuan, a disciple of the Moon Sect, hurriedly stood in front of Li Huowang to persuade him to fight.

"Hey, hey~ Brother Er, you can't do it, you really can't do it, how about you give me a face?"

Looking at Liu Zongyuan in front of him, Li Huowang pressed down with one hand, and the evil spirit on his body suddenly disappeared.

"Come here, let's go over there, don't make it difficult to remember."

Maybe Li Huowang won't give other people's face, but as Liu Zongyuan who helped him once, Li Huowang decided not to have the same knowledge as that person.

Looking at the wooden mask on his face, Li Huowang asked him, "Brother Liu Xian, how are you doing recently?"

"It's still like that. Let's help Xiangji get through the difficulties first. If he's not good, we won't be able to."

This is true. They are all grasshoppers on a rope now. If the photographer eats and hangs, then there is no way to talk about what he promised himself.

"What's the origin of that person? Why does the photographer want to find a dancer to go with him? As far as I know, the dancer is not very good at it."

"Hey~, what you said is a bit arbitrary. Three hundred and sixty lines, and the champion is the best. The dance **** is also very powerful."