Chapter 1059 Prisoner of the Dragon (59)

Cong Huai mocked: "Can Sikou have a deep affection? My luck has been exhausted to this day, and there is not much left. Whether I get out or not, from this generation onwards, things will not go smoothly."

Song Futing: "Master, is there no way to get your luck back?"

Bai Tang shook his head: "Doing good deeds accumulates luck, and doing things that harm living beings consumes luck. What Sikou did was to block the bug. There is another way to block the bug, which is to make yourself a person of great luck, and then kill Xiangxiang. If you kill someone, your life will not be in danger.”

Song Futing thought thoughtfully: "I'm afraid there are many people who do this."

Bai Tang: "Of course, the secret of heaven is chaotic. Disciple, starting from tomorrow, you will start to think about it."

Song Futing: "What is the mental test?"

Bai Tang: "Well, what you long for, fear, and are sad about most is that you can't get out of it, and you will die in it."

Of course, the mental test she has researched is divided into several levels. Generally speaking, if you can pass her mental test, there will be no big problems in the future.

Song Futing doesn't have many ideas now. I feel that I will pass smoothly.

Cong Huai took another Pikachu doll away from Bai Tang, hugged the rabbit together, and opened his mouth: "Mine."

Bai Tang said expressionlessly: "...how old are you this year?"

Cong Huai waggled his fingers and said seriously: "Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-one years old, 045 days, ten hours and 27 minutes."

Bai Tang said calmly: "Why is this old man so childish?"

Cong Huai: "You have lived longer than me..."

Before he finished speaking, he shut up.

Taking out a pile of lottery tickets, Bai Tang asked Cong to randomly draw two: "I only want what you are looking for."

Cong Huai took a lottery ticket and said, "This one I'm thinking of is between the eyebrows."

Bai Tang started to calculate, pushed back, and just shook his head: "I can't calculate the position, and I can't find the specific direction."

Cong Huai drew another lottery and handed it to Bai Tang. Bai Tang still shook his head: "No, it's hard to find."

Cong Huai was not in a hurry anymore: "It's okay, just look for them slowly and settle the score with them slowly. It's more fun to kill with a dull knife."

Song Futing: "Master, can you directly predict your fate?"

Bai Tang nodded: "Of course you can, but the price is not something ordinary people can afford. Fu Ting, do you believe in fate?"

Cong Huai immediately replied: "I don't believe in this stuff."

Song Futing: "I was weak when I was born, and I often fell ill before I was seven years old. My aunt found an old god to heal me. The old god once calculated my fate and said that I am lucky in life and good in middle age. Broken and unable to live forever. After my body was cured, I met another person and said, "My fate has been full of ups and downs, and I will have a fatal disaster at the age of thirty, which cannot be solved. On the one hand, I don't believe it, and on the other hand, But I am afraid, what if it is true? Most of the young people at my age who are twenty-seven are already married or have lovers, but I am not, and I am afraid of delaying others."

Have your fortune told twice?

Bai Tang knocked on the bamboo slip: "Fu Ting, bring over the information of those two people."

Song Futing: "Master, do you suspect there is something wrong with them?"

Bai Tang responded softly: "Fortune telling is to peek into the secrets of heaven. If you peek into the secrets of heaven, you will be punished by heaven. There will not be many practitioners who are willing to take this risk to reveal this fate."

Song Futing: "In other words, is it true?"

Bai Tang held his head: "Why insist on being true and false? What is fate? You are now a cultivator. A cultivator who plunders the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate himself is going against heaven. You are going against heaven at any time. Why, do you still believe in fate? I once thought that Xiaoyu Yang’s life was over, but she returned Yang in the end. You think, what does this mean?”