I Can See Probability

Such a day, a week passed in a flash.

Unlike Lu Jingtwelve, Chen Jing didn't have any special thoughts about those maids picking herbs.

Although Yaochi is a fairyland, there are many beauties at the fairy level, but not all of them are beauties.

It's like the princesses in movies and TV are all beauties, but in fact, looking through old real-life photos, those princesses are actually crooked, and it takes courage to hug them to sleep at night.

On the eighth day, Chen Jing didn't wait for Ruan Ningsi, who had the fairy spirit of Dunhuang, but a young man with a crooked figure and a sick face.

Wearing a fire-colored gown, he came to No. 9 medicine field with the help of a maid.

Almost every step he took, he coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Since they were from Tianyu, Chen Jing didn't dare to neglect them, so he went to ask them what they needed.

Hehehe, living here, are you still used to it? The sick man opened his mouth to ask a word of concern, and looked him up and down.

It's a habit to care about you. Chen Jing replied.

Just get used to it, just get used to it. The sick man chuckled twice, then, with the help of the maid, walked to Chen Jing's side, and gently patted his shoulder with his dry palm like a rotten tree.

Chen Jing is still confused, who is this person?

The sudden concern made him unacceptable.

Especially, this man is like a sick ghost, and there is always a little strange taste hidden in those eyes.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a good person.

Therefore, he himself has been on guard.

Sure enough, as soon as the man's palm landed on his shoulder, he felt a wave of the man's spiritual sense rushing towards his body domineeringly.

After entering the dantian, he peeped around, then quickly retracted.

Hehehe, not bad, not bad, the fate of the tree of the five elements has a solid foundation, not bad.

The sick ghost man seemed quite satisfied, nodded, and signaled to the maid, and the maid helped him to walk away slowly.

'What's the meaning? '

Chen Jing looked at the back of them leaving, still a little puzzled.

You have to be careful with this man.

Suddenly, in the direction of the thatched cottage, a blue snake crawled out, raised its head and spit out a letter.

You recognize him? Chen Jing turned around.

Well, he is a very fierce person. Many of my fellow clansmen died at his hands.

After getting acquainted with Chen Jing, this Zhuyeqing dared to hang around his thatched cottage.

Since she has no name and her genus is Zhuyeqing, Chen Jing simply called her Xiaoqing.

The only pity is that Xiaohuan is a silver ring snake, if it is a white snake, the two of them get together in the future, it will almost be a replica of the White Snake.

Ten years ago, this person was very active in Tianyu, and he seemed to be one of the most famous people among the younger generation. But after he competed with one person, he couldn't get sick, and gradually became what he is today.

He shouldn't be from Yaochi, right? Chen Jing asked.

Although Yao Chi did not say that there were only female disciples, the clothes they wore were still somewhat different after all.

The style of Yao Chi is more elegant.

As for the sick ghost man just now, he was dressed gorgeously and had a sense of majesty.

Obviously, it is not the same as Yao Chi's style.

Well, he is a descendant of the Kunlun vein, one of the three-legged heavens. Xiaoqing said.

...

While Chen Jing and Xiao Qing were talking, the sick ghost man was about to rush back to Kunlun Cave Ruins with the help of his maid.

Halfway through, his cough intensified again, and he tremblingly covered his mouth with a handkerchief. After coughing, he saw that the handkerchief was full of dirty blood, and it was extremely smelly.

The maid took out the medicine from her body in horror and handed it over silently.

However, the sick ghost man pushed the medicine away and scattered it all over the ground.

What's the use of eating these? It's been 10 years. I've been eating them for 10 years. My body hasn't improved at all. What else can I eat?

Although the sick ghost man was stooped and thin, but when he started to get angry at this moment, the aura was astonishing.

Especially that look, fierce like an ancient beast.

The maid stood aside as if sitting on pins and needles, with her head bowed and waiting for orders, not daring to say a word.

What? You're getting dumber? It's not like you don't know, I don't like boring gourds. The sick man looked at the maid with disgust, his bloody hand, and patted the maid's face heavily.

The maid instinctively retreated a little bit, but this action angered the sick ghost man even more.

snap~

He slapped her heavily, causing the maid's cheeks to become red and swollen on the spot.

What? Dislike me? How dare you dislike me?

No...no, how dare the servant girl despise the master. The maid lowered her head, her eyes were red, but the tears that were brewing did not dare to fall.

Let me tell you, even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me, so don't think about me. If you want to switch to someone else's family, it's a dream, do you hear me?

Listen... I heard it. The maid obediently promised, not daring to disobey it in the slightest.

I met those three people just now, what do you think? The sick ghost man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat down on a stone by the roadside.

It's all... okay, said the maid.

Which one catches your eye the most?

Lu... Lu Jing Twelve should be better. He has a pseudo-small pure yin body. This physique alone is far better than Chen and Li. The maid replied respectfully.

Qilangtizi, are you tempted by him? The sick ghost man grinned grimly, coughed again, and dirty blood flowed out of his mouth again.

He also simply pulled off the maid's skirt and roughly wiped it.

No...no, the servant girl is only thinking of the master from the perspective of the master. The maid did not dare to move an inch, and could only let the white skirt be wiped full of blood.

For me? Hehe, generally speaking, this Lu Jingtwelve is indeed good. But if you want me to choose him, you want to kill me, right? The sick ghost man turned his head and looked at the maid with a hideous expression.

No... Absolutely not.

Lu Jing Twelve's pseudo-small pure yin physique is suitable for others, but not for me. We of the Kunlun lineage practice the orthodox [Xuan Yuan Hao Tian Jing], and walk the masculine path.

You want me to choose a pseudo-little pure yin physique. If you don't want to harm me, what is it?

[Xuan Yuan Hao Tian Jing] Zhigang is yang, and the pseudo small pure yin body is born with weak yin, if the two are combined, they will definitely conflict.

The maid heard this and knelt down on the spot in fear: The maid didn't think carefully, and I ask the master to forgive me.

The sick ghost man didn't even look at her, he just said to himself: Li Zhonghao, although he is young, his fate doesn't match mine. I can only say it's a pity.

As for that Chen Jing, his physique is average, and his fate seems to be average. But the victory is that the foundation is still solid, nothing more, and there is not much room for choice.

Just him.

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