"We do this and this and that." A clear and handsome young man chatting happily with a middle-aged uncle next to the leaf pond.
"This idea really comes from heaven, but not from earth!" The middle-aged uncle nodded with satisfaction and patted the young man on the shoulder. "It's true that a hero comes from a boy!"
"I'm only three hundred years younger than you." The young man frowned, obviously there was ambiguity in his words.
"In that case, is this what we have decided?"
"Okay, deal! Don't forget what you promised me." The young man gritted his teeth and completed the transaction with the heart of a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.
"Don't worry, once the thing is successful, it will be yours!" The middle-aged uncle assured, patting his chest.
Xia Mang, who was watching the growth of plants in the garden, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and an ominous premonition came over him. He always felt that something big was about to happen to him...
Intention: Feeling like old friends at first sight brings endless joy