"What? A magic stick? I am not a magic stick. As the saying goes, the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, except for one, that one is that I can calculate the possibility of changing your destiny, so it is normal that the calculation is not correct." A thin young man wearing a gray long coat, a pair of small sunglasses, and a big black felt hat on his head lowered his head slightly and looked at an old book sewn with thread in his hand.
"Do you think our urban management comrades will believe your nonsense?" The aunt standing in front of the young man sneered and said disdainfully.