Suning doesn't care about arguing with others, even if the argument is red-faced, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter whether the mouth is on someone else's body, right or wrong, black or white.
But he cares about Lingxi and everything related to her.
The old beggar's understatement was clearly a show-off, but it made Suning furious.
His peaceful expression changed, and he became serious. His eyes flashed with coldness and he said, "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. You must be responsible for speaking nonsense."
The thin old man in tattered clothes grinned strangely and said, "I'm telling the truth. Why am I lying?"
"Two months, maybe not even two months, she will definitely die."
"The destiny that belongs to her is hard to find."
"If you don't believe it, you can just wait."
After saying that, he climbed up unsteadily and winked: "Two months have passed very quickly. If you can wait, I can wait as well."
"True and false, false and true, there will be a day when the dust settles."
Suning resisted the urge to kill and stood aside, saying, "If you have something to say, you might as well say it clearly."
"The head is the head, and the tail is the tail. As long as you can give a general idea, I can forget about it."
"otherwise......"
"Oh, if you roll down from such a high place, you will lose your legs if you don't die."
The old man looked at a loss and was blocked by Suning. He simply squatted on the steps on the right and said as if there was no one around him: "The human heart is like a snake swallowing an elephant. For the sake of meeting each other, I will give you a little reminder."
"Don't be too greedy. If you have the right, you can't reveal the secret."
Suning felt contempt in his heart, and said quarrelsomely: "Can nonsense be considered a secret?"
The old man said sarcastically: "If you don't believe what I say, why are you still stalking me?"
Suning said bluntly: "There is no enmity, and malicious slander without reason is better than a curse."
"Isn't it too much for me to ask you for an explanation?"
The old man laughed at himself: "Looking at it this way, it's just me who did bad things with good intentions."
As he spoke, he took out half a hard sesame seed cake from his sleeve, chewed it carefully and said, "If you don't explain it clearly, it's a vicious curse."
"Well, if you say it clearly, it's accurate, and you are convinced by what you said, what benefits can you give me?"
He turned to look at Suning, his cloudy eyes flashed with light and said, "Are you sure you can give me what I want?"
Lingxi said calmly: "If you don't tell me, how do you know we can't give it to you?"
The old man was happy, and he slowly raised three fingers and said: "Promise me three things, and I will give you a ray of hope in your desperate situation."
"Whether one can successfully overcome the calamity depends entirely on one's luck."
"For example, I have poor health and lack a servant to serve tea and pour water..."
Lingxi turned around and left, holding Suning's arm and saying, "There is no need to argue with a lunatic who is delirious and will affect our mood of climbing the mountain."
Suning said relieved: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The two ignored the old beggar and continued moving forward.
The latter sat there and shouted: "A woman is a man's destiny, the eight characters are Yang, and the fortune is in the sky."
"The Red Luan Star is rioting, and your doom is imminent."
"Not knowing that death is imminent is foolish and stupid."
Suning's hair stood on end and she turned her head violently.
Where is the figure of the old beggar on the stairs?
His mind spread, and in less than three seconds, the other party appeared strangely at the foot of the mountain a thousand meters away.
"There's something weird about this old thing." Suning said in a deep voice, "Xixi, wait for me on the mountain. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Lingxi solemnly said: "Be careful in everything."
Suning stepped out and everyone dispersed with the wind.
The old beggar walked in front, and Suning chased behind.
He walked very slowly, but Suning flew very fast.
The cultivation level of the seventeenth level of martial arts chases him. He is obviously close at hand, but he can't catch up no matter what.
At this time, no matter how stupid Suning was, he knew that he had met an expert.
While I was frightened, I couldn't help but secretly lament that the vast land of China is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
I originally thought that the seventeenth level of martial arts was the pinnacle of worldly existence, but I never thought that there would be people who could match the level that Jiuyang reached back then.
"senior."
Suning said respectfully: "Don't blame me if you don't know. It's just me who is short-sighted. You have a lot, so why bother with me?"
