Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 349: Confluence

Listening to the narrator talking, Li Huowang didn't say anything and continued to listen. If the other person was just talking about fabricated history books, it wouldn't scare the photographer into 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'm 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 that time, the photographer's eyes were full of taboos.

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

"Hmm." Xiang Xiang nodded, "This person doesn't know how to 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."

"Following the law?!" Li Huowang was shocked. He had seen a lot of things in 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 do we know, our family only knows, as long as he shows up, nothing good will happen! He is really a **** star."

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

"Okay, we've told you so much, it's already an exception, do it well, you're good, this time you've done a good job, we'll go back and mention it for you in the company's position."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiangji." 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 reporter, I still don't know whether the other party's kindness to 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 figure out a way from this spindle, we have to figure out what this thing is first."

"But this kind of thing can be put aside first, to help the photographer find the turbulent heart, 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 is covered with wrinkles, you can tell by looking at her face that when she was young, her appearance was definitely not bad.

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

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

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

"Hey, my lord, it's really not good, let's retire, shall we? We are afraid every day, how can we live for decades."

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

With a bitter note on his 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 very big. It is the work of the national teacher. Maybe it has the meaning of the official family. A small person like our family is involved in this major event. ."

The old woman put her arms around the photographer, 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 am, as long as I am with you, I am the happiest."

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

The photographer looked in a hurry, and informed him that they would meet at the gate of Yinling City on the fifth day of the next day.

As a result, Li Huowang woke up early before dawn. He first went 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 some of the butcher shop into the carriage, Li Huowang took a piece of wood and began to nail it.

I don't know how long I will 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 large coffin.

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

"Wow!" Mantou followed unexpectedly.

"Honestly keep an eye on the carriage! If I come back and hear you go out and fight other dogs again, I'll boil you!"

In the early morning, there were basically not many people on the street except for some vendors who were preparing 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~IndoMTL.com~ Li Huowang carefully observed the drum around his waist, and is very sure that this drum is Dancing God's drum, which is similar to the original one. Li Zhi's waist is exactly the same.

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

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

Greeting each other and several others, Li Huowang looked at the scarred face. "Are you the great dancer? Where's 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 drawn his sword for half an inch, Liu Zongyuan, a disciple of 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 disappeared immediately.

"Come, come, let's go over there, don't make it difficult to take pictures."

Maybe Li Huowang won't give other people's face, but as Liu Zongyuan who helped 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 the photographer to 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 ate and hung up, then the things he promised him would be impossible to talk about.

"What is 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."

"Alas~, what you said is a bit arbitrary, three hundred and sixty lines, every line is a champion, and the dance master is also very powerful."