Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 1647: A blue lantern with ancient Buddha (1)

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"Little son, is fortune-telling? Only ten copper plates!"

On the streets of Dongchen Country, an old Taoist called a little boy with red lips and white teeth.

The little son is not very old, he looks like eleven or twelve years old. He is dressed in a satin suit and jade suit, with exquisite features, long and narrow eyes, and at a young age, he can already see how scorching China will look in the future.

"Bold beggar, don't let go!"

The tall guard behind the little boy drew his sword to drive away the people.

"Stop it."

The little son waved his hand and motioned the guard to retreat. He looked at the old man. Although he was covered in patches, his clothes were clean, unlike those beggars.

He asked: "You neither gossip nor sign, how do you tell me?"

"The old man will look at his face. If the young man is willing, the old man can show the young man his face." said the old man.

"Too... Young Master, these quagmire warlocks are all deceptive. If you want to tell fortune-telling, you can go to Lingyin Temple to find those high monks..."

The guard persuaded from behind.

"No, my son wants to hear him show me his face, those monks, he will fool the children."

He looked at the old Taoist man and said: "Look, look well, my son will reward you."

The old Taoist nodded repeatedly and looked at his face seriously, the more he looked, the tighter the old Taoist frowned.

"Why, is it possible, my son's face is very bad?"

"Neither!" The old Taoist shook his head again and again, and said, "The little son's face is not bad, but very good. In the future, it must be soaring to the sky. It's just that you are in love. Don't go for ten years. South, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" The little boy raised his eyebrows.

"Otherwise, the little son will be trapped by love in the future, and will be alone for half his life."

"Presumptuous!" The guard behind him felt that being old-fashioned was disrespectful to the little boy and was talking nonsense.

The little boy laughed suddenly, took out a gold ingot from the storage bag around his waist, and threw it to the old man.

"Reward you."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and left, not sure if he believed it or not.

"Little son! Listen to the old advice, don't go to the south!"

The old Taoist shouted from behind.

"Otherwise...otherwise you can only be with the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern!"

The little boy who was walking in front staggered and almost went back to get the piece of gold back.

"Do you say that lonely looks like a monk with shaved hair?"

He turned to ask his guard.

The guard shook his head repeatedly, "It's not like! You are a distinguished person, how could you go to the temple to be a monk, it must be that old-fashioned nonsense, your majesty, if you are upset, your subordinates will arrest him..."

"No need."

The little son waved his hand and said: "The lonely is only to see that he is not as unkempt as other people, so he showed kindness. How can he really listen to his nonsense? Besides, do you think that lonely is going to be trapped in the future? "

"Of course not! You will definitely be a human being in the future. There will only be countless women around your Highness. How can you be troubled by love if you don't have any kind of woman your Highness wants!" The guard said seriously.

"That's not enough."

He laughed, a cynical look on his slightly immature face.

He is not interested in those Yingyingyanyan at all, and he hasn't practiced interesting yet.

In the future, there will be a woman who makes him trapped by love?

He didn't believe it at all.

As the prince of Dongchen Kingdom, his mother is the daughter of the head of Shenwu Sect. After one country, there is no doubt that he will be the future prince of Dongchen Kingdom.

He has been held by many stars since he was a child. In this world, there are only things he is tired of playing.

Southern?

Passing through the Sunset Mountains, the south is called the south of the Jiuxiao Continent, such as the Promise Dynasty. He is fine to go to the south to do.

Shaking his head, Song Yiyang, who was only eleven or twelve years old, quickly put this trivial matter behind his head and never remembered it again.

In a flash, it was Song Yiyang's 21st birthday.

He had his birthday at Shenwujiao Grandpa and drank a lot of good wine that day.

Grandpa sent him some women.

He is dressed in red, bold and dazzling, and his body is fascinating. The narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, watching several beautiful women embrace him.

He doesn't refuse anyone who comes, hugs left and right.

Women feed wine, he drinks, women feed grapes, and he eats too.

But the woman wanted to take his clothes and was kicked out by him.

"Your Highness, please be forgiving!"

A few stunning women hurriedly knelt on the ground, annoying him somehow.

"You don't like the lonely appetite, go away."

Song Yiyang drove people out.

When people left tremblingly, he snorted, "You want to tarnish the prince's body with such a thing?"

No one has the guts.

"Women in this world are either mediocre, snobbery, or greedy, boring, boring."

He kicked the wine jar by his feet.

"His Royal Highness, the head teacher is asking you to come over."

Three poles in the sun, a voice awakened Song Yiyang, who was sleeping soundly.

The sun shone in, and the red clothes were spread out, his black hair was like ink, and his skin was white like porcelain, and his brows were frowning, which didn't hurt his color.

"What's the matter?"

He yawned and sat up from the carpet, his eyes blurred.

"It's a very important thing, you will know when you go."

The people outside said.

"Got it."

Song Yi lifted up, slowly and gracefully washing, but it didn't make the people outside wait too much.

"His Royal Highness."

The door opened and the people outside bowed their heads towards him.

He is Xu Yuan, the son of Shenwujiao.

"Let's go Xuyuan, Grandpa asked you to come over, presumably things are really important."

Song Yiyang changed into a red dress again. This one was dark red, which made his facial features excessive.

Ordinary people can't hold down this red color at all, only him, this red dress seems to be the finishing touch, adding more willfulness to him.

"It's about the Promise Dynasty."

Walking on the road, Xu Yuan said.

Song Yiyang gave a hum, and suddenly pointed to the martial arts field and said:

"That woman, it seems to be very close to you last time."

A beautiful girl over there is meditating, and there are several men beside her.

Xu Yuan looked over, showing a trace of tenderness on his expressionless face, and nodded:

"That is Xiaowei, the girl I admire."

"Why did Gu see her flirting with other men last time, are you sure she likes you too?"

Song Yi raised his brows slightly.

He remembered that this woman seemed to be called Mu Ningwei.

Xu Yuan immediately frowned and said: "His Royal Highness, don't want to talk nonsense, Xiaowei's mind is pure, how can he flirt with other men? His Highness must be wrong." Song Yiyang chuckled lightly, since Xu Yuan did not He loves to listen, so he doesn't bother to say it, anyway, he is not the one who cuckold by then.