The old man was a little thin, but his waist was very straight. He was wearing a suitably fitted robe and black sunglasses. He sat quietly on a small bench.
In front of him was a very simple and clean wooden table. This table looked like it had been around for many years, even the corners of the table were slightly chipped, and there were even many deep and shallow textures on the table top. There are not many things on the table, just a can of bamboo sticks and a paper book with the word fortune-telling written on it.
There were many people walking on this road, but few of them looked at him half-eyed, and most of them walked away without squinting. After all, in this day and age, few people believe in fortune-telling.
The old man didn't care too much, he seemed to be used to this kind of life, he quietly stared at the front with his glasses on, and he didn't know if he could see. Hold on to something.
"Young man, stop." The old man stared at the front and spoke suddenly.
Liang Jing and Wang Xing both paused, looked at each other, didn't intend to pay attention to him, and prepared to leave on their own.
"What kind of trouble have you two encountered recently?" The old man kept his face unchanged, and put his hands on his lap.
Liang Jing couldn't help looking back at him, and walked over, "You mean us?"
"Yes." The old man nodded.
Wang Xing looked at the old man nervously.
Liang Jing was still a bit vigilant, "Tell me, what kind of trouble have we encountered."
The old man frowned slightly, "You have offended the god of death."
Liang Jingbo was dumbfounded, turned his head and exchanged glances with the startled Wang Xing, and continued to ask, "Then is there any solution?"
The old man just wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. He turned his head slowly, and his eyes suddenly stopped at the corner of the street. He didn't know what he saw, and most of his state withered in an instant, and his body was not as straight as it was at the beginning.
Probably the change of the old man was too obvious, causing Liang Jing and Wang Xing to look at the place where the old man was looking, but it turned out that there was no one there.
The old man looked a little stiff, and finally waved his hands, stood up, and planned to pack his things, as if he was going to leave, "You go, I don't know, I'm just a fortune teller."
Liang Jing frowned and didn't say anything, his originally respectful expression instantly turned a little contemptuous.
I thought it was a Sai Daxian, but it turned out to be just a magic stick.
It has been more than half a month since he killed the scapegoat that day, and during this half month, the bad luck he touched disappeared in an instant, even better than his normal luck before.
But this is only limited to Liang Jing. On the contrary, Wang Xing's physical condition is getting worse and worse. Like someone who has been sucked blood, he is getting more and more decadent day by day, and his body is also losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Originally, Wang Xing was still in good shape. The previous beauty had a tall and thin figure, but now she is not only getting thinner and thinner, but even her cheeks are sunken, and her appetite is getting bigger and bigger, but the strange thing is that the more she eats, the more she eats. Hungry, her stomach is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much she fills it up, she doesn't feel full, even no matter how much she supplements and drinks Chinese medicine, she still hasn't adjusted it at all.
But apart from this, Wang Xing's life has also returned to its original state, and it seems that everything has been peaceful.
The old man grabbed the crutches of the blind man, hugged the chair with one hand, and started to walk forward. His walking pace was as fast as that of a scourge behind him, without turning his head.
His Adam's apple rolled.
The eyes under the glasses were still full of fear and shock that hadn't disappeared after the shock.
that person,
Is it the Grim Reaper
Liang Jing curled his lips, looked at Wang Xing indifferently, and said with a threatening tone, "Let's go."
Wang Xing nodded, and the whole person became a little timid.
She is very afraid of Liang Jing...
They are almost inseparable now, even in school, when she needs to go to the bathroom, he has to wait for her to come out at the door, and all her clothes and daily necessities are packed by Liang Jing and sent to Liang Jing's rental The room, like a conjoined twin, cannot be separated no matter what.
Others thought that the two of them were a love affair between lovers, but Wang Xing knew that was not the case.
Liang Jing is putting her under house arrest in disguise!
Her mobile phone is checked regularly every day, she has no personal space at all, she can't talk to anyone around her, and she can't show any reluctance.
Wang Xing touched her wrist subconsciously, she was still wearing a long sleeve on such a hot day. There is no other reason, because the bottom of the clothes are all traces of abuse.
As long as she resists, she will be beaten by Liang Jing!
The current Liang Jing is no longer the Liang Jing she knew!
But she dare not resist! She is also afraid! She is also an accomplice!
She is like suffering from Stockholm syndrome, fearing him while relying on him.
"Eat." The man had a cold face, staring closely at Xiao Chen who had been lying on the sofa for three hours and was still playing games.
Xiao Chen was lying on the sofa with a pillow under his chest, and his elbows supported his entire upper body. He was wearing a rather bulky T-shirt, but it was hard to hide his narrow waist, and his buttocks were rather upturned, which directly presented a visual effect of an S. Xiao Chen's little feet, which were only wearing socks, were in the air. He kept spinning around, looking very lazy.
Hearing the warmth and anger in the man's tone, which is rarely seen in normal times, Xiao Chen obediently put away the phone in an instant, rolled a small circle on the sofa, and muttered, "Take it here, I don't want to move."
The man always pampered him. After smelling it, he put the child's favorite dish in a bowl, walked over, and handed the bowl to the child.
Xiao Chen took the bowl, got up, left room for the man to sit, and patted the sofa to signal for the man to sit down.
The man stared at the child eating without saying a word.
Death does not need to eat, but children are different. He can learn 18 kinds of martial arts for the children that he can't use at all, and he can take care of all the food and daily life of the children.
He doesn't mind the child being more dependent on him, because he even wants to infiltrate every detail of the child's life, so that the child cannot leave his care, just like boiling a frog in warm water, making the child more and more dependent on him.
This is the evil factor in his heart.
Xiao Chen changed his sitting position, leaned his head on the sofa, and groaned, "Tell me "The Little Prince" again, I want to hear the part about the rose and the snake."
The man laughed, sighed, and said, "The little rose is very beautiful. It is the only rose in the asteroid b612. The snake came to this asteroid by accident, and then it fell in love with this rose deeply. The rose fell in love with the snake, and the snake wanted to take the rose away, but the root of the rose was stuck in the soil... …”
The author has something to say: The story of the rose and the snake is used to imply the story line of Xiao Chen and Gong.
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