Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

The fortune teller's question made Sima Xuanmo stunned for a moment.

How does this tell him to answer?

The kindness of upbringing cannot be repaid, but he cannot become a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong just because of this kindness.

In order to repay the kindness of upbringing, can he put aside all the concepts of right and wrong and the teachings of his parents during his lifetime?

Yun Fei pulled him out, and he shook off Yun Fei's hand.

Lu Mingyu walked up to him: "Cousin, I want you to know that no matter what decision you make, it will be right."

After speaking, Lu Mingyu pulled Chang Sun Tao out.

Nangong Suisui winked at Yun Fei, and the two of them walked out, leaving enough space for Sima Xuanmo to have a good talk with the fortune teller.

Outside, Chang Sun Tao looked at Lu Mingyu for a moment: "Did you really not expect this outcome? Why did you call your cousin over so easily?"

Lu Mingyu said: "I really didn't expect it, but I had speculation about this happening, but I did allow it to happen."

"It's only a matter of time before the fortune teller finds my cousin. Before the fortune teller harms more people, let my cousin repay his kindness, so that my cousin won't feel so guilty. "

"Otherwise, if the fortune teller hurts everyone close to my cousin one by one, my cousin will fall into deeper conflicts."

"If you choose a master who is as close as your father, you will be sorry for the people around you. If you choose the people around you, you will be ashamed of the master who raised you."

Changsun Tao sighed: "This happened so suddenly that my cousin was completely caught off guard. Although you are planning for your cousin, don't let him face this situation all of a sudden. If it goes wrong, even if your cousin doesn't blame you, You don’t feel sorry in your heart.”

Lu Mingyu hooked Chang Sun Tao's arm and leaned his head against it: "I have told my cousin more than once that he may encounter this situation."

"But imagination and reality are always different. Maybe he has been prepared in his heart for a long time, but when things happen, the decision may change at any time! But no matter what my cousin does, I support him."

"It's a pity. We finally caught the Master of Life. If we let him go today, I'm not sure when we can catch him again."

Changsun Tao patted her head: "Don't think so. It may not be of much use if we catch the fate master, but the most important thing is to untie my cousin's knot as soon as possible."

Nangong Suisui heard the conversation between the two and lightly reminded him: "There is another cousin here who needs to consider his feelings."

Yunfei shrugged: "I'm fine."

Although he hated the fortune teller for attacking Xiao Lanhua, Lu Mingyu saved him and Xiao Lanhua. He couldn't be so selfish and only thought about Xiao Lanhua.

After all, there are more and more people he should take care of.

What's more, he believes that Changsun Tao and the others are no less eager to deal with the fate master than he is. They can tolerate it for their loved ones, so what if he gives in once in a while?

Of course, this is all based on the premise that nothing happens to Little Orchid.

Otherwise, even if the sky falls, he will support Little Orchid.

As for Nangong Suisui, her enemy is very clear, it is Emperor Shitian who killed her grandfather. Regarding the fate master, she will obey their decision and will not have any opinions.

Several people have reached a consensus.

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inside.

Sima Xuanmo stood there in a daze, and had not come back to his senses until now.

Seeing his appearance, the master's voice softened: "You and I have a close relationship as master and disciple. No matter whether I can leave safely today because of you or not, I will not blame you."

This may seem like a step back, but in fact it is a step back to make progress.

If Sima Xuanmo didn't save him, what would happen?

However, the fortune teller forgot that Sima Xuanmo's brain may be missing a string. If you don't speak straightforwardly, it will be difficult for him to understand the true meaning hidden behind the words.

When the fortune teller's voice brought him back to reality, he looked at the fortune teller for a long time, his eyes reddening: "Master... I obviously, obviously buried you with my own hands... and I used nanmu wood, and I nailed the coffin nails myself. Ten feet long coffin nails, dozens of them..."

He actually repeated the question he just asked.

It was as if if the fortune teller didn't explain why he was still standing in front of him alive, no matter how much the fortune teller said, he wouldn't listen.

The fortune teller still had that kind expression, but he didn't know how much anger he felt in his heart.

"You had grown up at that time, and I was no longer young, not to mention that I was still thinking about your senior brother. If you didn't fake your death, how could you simply let go of everything and move towards the life you deserve?"

When Sima Xuanmo heard this, he didn't say whether he believed it or not.

He just asked again: "Is it stuffy in the coffin? How did you lift the coffin board with such a heavy weight?"

The fortune teller suddenly coughed violently.

I don't know if Yun Fei hurt him or was angry with Sima Xuanmo.

After coughing for a long time, he asked: "Xuan Mo, do you think there is no way to deal with this if you fake your own death as a master?"

Sima Xuanmo also asked: "Before you faked your death, you left some vague last words. If I were to prepare you for cremation, would you suddenly jump up when I was about to light the fire?"

The fortune teller's chest/mouth was rising and falling violently visible to the naked eye.

He was silent for a while and said: "You are a good boy. I am sure that you will not do that, because I have told you that I am afraid of fire, so you will not burn me."

Sima Xuanmo's questions never stopped: "You and I, master and disciple, have been dependent on each other for so many years. There is no one around you except me. Who did you ask to dig your grave and dig you out of it?"

The fortune teller stopped answering.

It was obvious that he was furious.

Is this the right time to ask these questions?

Seeing that the fortune teller didn't answer, Sima Xuanmo slowly approached the stone room.

He suddenly lifted up his clothes and knelt in front of the fortune teller: "For more than ten years, I originally thought that I was Master's only support, but I didn't expect that Master could still pull out dozens of iron nails for you and lift you from the grave. People who are dug out."

"It's enough to show that Master was not as honest with me as I thought. He faked his death, disappeared... and hid behind the scenes. It shows that Master was fully prepared, but I was kept in the dark."

"There is no way I can repay Master for saving my life and raising me. But at this moment, I confirm that Master doesn't really care about me, and even plots against me. Then my guilt towards Master is not that deep."

"I will let you go today, but the relationship between our master and disciple will be severed. When we meet in the future, if master returns to the right path, then I will still respect you as master."

"If Master is still on the evil path, then you and I, Master and Disciple, can only fight each other with swords!"

After Sima Xuanmo finished speaking, he kowtowed three times seriously.

The fortune teller looked at this silly apprentice with an extremely complicated expression.

There was a bit of relief in this expression.

He is not completely stupid. Sometimes, he not only has a brain, but he is also quite powerful.