Ye Weiyang's eyes moved away from the two tempting fruits in the old man's hand and fell on the old man's face.
"Bingdiguo?"
"Not bad!" The old man smiled and stretched out his hand, placing two fruits in front of Ye Weiyang, "Remember, you must let the other person eat it first, and then you eat it."
Ye Weiyang raised her eyebrows slightly, and she grabbed the other person's wrist with one hand, pulled the other person to the table, and grabbed his throat with the other hand.
"Who are you?!"
"I..." the old man's voice was hoarse, "I... I am a fortune teller!"
"Nonsense!" Ye Weiyang snorted from her nose, "If you are just an ordinary fortune teller, how can you have such a thing?"
Love the tree, and the fruit, if he remembered correctly.
This should be a strange tree that only exists in the Spiritual Illusion. How could an ordinary divination master in the Northern Illusion have such a thing?
He added some strength to his fingers, "Last chance, if you don't tell me, I will kill you..."
puff!
A strange light flashed on the old man's body, and then he turned into a piece of stone.
"Spiritualism?!"
Ye Weiyang exclaimed, grabbed two fruits on the ground, flew up, and rushed out the window.
Since this divinator was transformed by the magic of life, the person who used the magic of life must be nearby.
Outside the window, the spring breeze was like crisp hands, and what came into view was only night. Ye Weiyang didn't notice anyone strange.
On the roof ridge in the northwest direction, a person swept up diagonally.
Ye Weiyang chased after him without thinking. After a few ups and downs, he fell into the backyard of a gambling house and disappeared.
After landing in the backyard, Ye Weiyang strode into the casino.
In the shop, all the other tables were empty. The middle table was surrounded by people on three floors inside and three floors outside, and the water was blocked.
Faintly, the dealer's voice came out, "Little girl, is there anything else you can lose?"
"Little girl, I think you might as well risk yourself!"
"Yes, little sister, how about this? I will give you one thousand taels of silver as gambling capital, and you will come with me tonight?"
"I'll pay ten thousand taels!"
"I'll give you 100,000!"
…
"Who says I don't have money? I have plenty!"
A familiar voice came clearly.
Ye Weiyang raised her eyebrows suddenly, that was the voice of Xiao Zitong.
Bang!
The thick crystal curtain hanging on the door suddenly rose upwards. Everyone was shocked by the sound and turned to look at the door.
A burst of cold air rushed in from outside the door, and people's faces instantly turned pale.
Even Ye Weiyang took a small step back, so murderous!
Golden light flashed.
At the gambling table, all the gamblers, including the banker, were instantly reduced to a ball of ashes, and Xiao Zitong, who was surrounded by everyone, immediately appeared.
There was a wine jar on the table in front of her, and her clothes were wet from one place to the other.
It looked like he had been soaked in a lot of wine and was drunk.
She turned her face and stood up from the chair unsteadily. As soon as she took a step, she fell to the ground. Ye Weiyang flew over and tried to rush over.
Light and shadow flashed by, and a figure flew in, one step ahead of him, and took over her body.
Dressed in ink, his hair was still stained with a fallen leaf from the nine heavens. Beichen hugged the little man in his arms tightly, and his tone was gentler than the wind on this spring night.
"Don't be afraid, it's me!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Ye Weiyang who was standing in the hall.
That glance was a bit colder than the winter wind.