[Black Card-Spider]
Frontal disease, struggle and torture
Reverse cocoon
Xu Le took a look at the old man with a card and didn’t ask anything. Is there a sign of the situation?
"What do you want to know?"
Sunday hesitated for a moment, he seems to have resumed his once bearing and demeanor light said
"I wonder how long I can live?"
Xu Le nodded and drew a drop of ancient sound multi-power card.
The silk thread of fate suddenly appeared
At the same time, the sky sample in the ancient sound multi-vision has become a complete pixel combination.
There are many ankles, right hands, arms and heads with occasional black spots in the dark 3.
But these are not the most serious places, but the stomach and kidneys.
These two places are already dark.
Without hesitation, Xu Le put his finger on the silk thread of his destiny.
Only to find that the fate display is not complete.
"Take another one."
"good"
[Black Card-Muppet]
Xu Le looked at the second card and frowned slightly. This Sunday’s situation is really complicated!
"Take another one."
"Still smoking?"
"smoke"
The old man drew a third card again.
[Black Card-Black Sheep Girl]
Xu Le is a little depressed. None of these three cards has a positive meaning.
What kind of life has this guy experienced?
However, after drawing three cards, his destiny silk thread was finally complete, and Xu Le finally saw the picture.
[In the world of fate, sitting in a plush chair on Sunday, he constantly scanned the three people around him with suspicion in his eyes but with the softness common to old people]
[A young woman who bows down is giving him tea. Tea gives off strong energy, and she brings poison! 】
[Then sit aside. My wife is telling me to eat on Sunday, but the food is light black. She brought the disease]
[A man is about 3 years old after Sunday, and his appearance is somewhat similar to Sunday. He will stare at the woman who bows down for a while and stare at Sunday for a while, and he brings a conspiracy]
When these three people had an impact on Sunday’s fate,
"Disaster" was born.
Loose fate silk Xu Le took a deep breath and blinked many times in a row.
The main reason is that the situation on Sunday is a little complicated, and the fleeting picture of fate has made his brain make up a video drama, and he needs to digest it
"Did Mr. Xu Le get the result?"
Xu Le first nodded and then shook his head on Sunday.
"I’m not a doctor or a fortune teller as you think. I’m not sure when you will die."
"So … thank you, Mr. Xu Le."
Sunday’s expression was a little dim, and he didn’t slow down and put the red envelope on the interrogation room table.