Qixia Fuhu

The young man smiled slyly and said: "Well, I've always been able to figure things out. A mortal can know the past and the future at a glance——" "You're not old, I love to brag!" Suddenly a sentence floated from the tree, which was half mocking and half provocative. Before he finished speaking, a man about the same age as Tie Dao fell from the tree. He was eight feet tall, wearing a moon-white gown, with a white light Ling Ling hanging on his waist. It was thin and curved like a long hook of the crescent moon. His skin was slightly dark, his eyebrows were inverted, his facial features were cold, his eyes were rather lazy, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was holding a smile that seemed to be there. The young man looked at this person for a moment, felt unhappy, and retorted: "I haven't seen you dragging your tail, why do you keep squatting on the tree in silence?" Tie Dao was stunned at first, but then he remembered that there was a monkey with its tail squatting on the tree, wasn't it a giant monkey? He immediately said "hehe" and couldn't stop laughing. The man in white still smiled half-smilingly, and said with interest: "Master, I think you have a good heart. You let the tiger go to help the hunter, but you just took a nap after a quarrel, what should you do with it?" The look on his face was even worse than that of the young man. Conception: