When everything became clear, Ji Yun remembered that he had not lost much at the beginning, and a chuckle brought his thoughts back to the front door.
Ji Yun, wearing a brown hat and raincoat, was still standing in the rain, looking at the girl in red shirt under the eaves, holding a sword and leaning on the pillar.
"I'm just a charlatan, why do you insist on insisting on me?"
It's been more than two months since the last time I performed fortune-telling, and I made a lot of money through opportunism.
Apart from the occasional trouble of being chased all over the street, it was actually a good deal.
I don't know when I provoked the little ancestor in front of me. The hotel was overcrowded and the woods were overcrowded with beasts. I really thought that I had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"You have been targeted for a long time."
The girl in the red shirt in front of her stretched out her hand to catch a handful of rainwater. After saying that, she poured the rainwater on her face. The water flowed down her face and fell on the chest of the red shirt.
Ji Yun turned his head, and the flashing fragments in his mind became clearer.
Concept: the story of a small character