Evolve from a Tree

The girl did not expect that the captain with thick eyebrows and big eyes would play this game, and was easily knocked unconscious by Zhong Li without warning.

Now that they lost the big omen, the vanguard, they suddenly became a little dumbfounded.

"If any of you can take my move, I will agree to your request."

As soon as Zhongli's words came out, many team members were eager to give it a try, but after thinking about it silently in their hearts, they decided to just quietly be a good-looking man.

Man, it just has to be a little tricky.

Otherwise, going out will be life-threatening.

Zhong Li looked at his sensible teammate, his thick eyebrows and big eyes widened: "Don't worry too much, I have a hunch that this operation will go smoothly, and what I said earlier was just in case.

Remember to take good care of this eldest lady when you are outside, and wait for me to return. "

After Zhong Li finished speaking without delay, he turned around and strode out into the sea of ​​fog.

Overseas Wu, all the team members looked at each other in blank dismay. Some of them couldn't understand where the captain's inexplicable premonition came from.

Could it be that the legendary man's sixth sense is not working?

"Old god stick, why don't you make a fortune?"

The person called Old God Stick was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes with gray temples. He gave him a dissatisfied glance, obviously dissatisfied with this nickname.

"Again, I'm not an old magician, I'm a scientific fortune teller, understand?"

"Understood, we all understand, and invite the old magic stick to show off its power!"

"Hmph!" The old magic stick snorted coldly, and began to calculate.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed that a minute passed like this. The old magic stick didn't get any results except that the sweat on his forehead was getting more and more.

"Old Godstick, are you out of shape today? It's been a minute, why haven't you figured it out yet?"

The old magic stick was panting heavily: "I told you, don't call me old magic stick, this old man is a scientific fortune teller! Ten hexagrams are nine times accurate, feudal superstition like yours is unacceptable!"

"Look at you bastards, wait for the old man to show his strongest form!"

While complaining dissatisfiedly, the old god stick took out his real food guy - an old antique computer that was unknown how many years ago...

The old magic stick walked around the old antique, and at the same time, he was muttering something, and he was holding a stack of yellowed talisman papers in his hand.

Although this is not the first time they have seen this scene, they still can't help feeling a strong sense of complaint in their hearts: "This kind of scientific fortune-telling is really hardcore, and it perfectly realizes the combination of technology and Taoism in the hands of the old magic stick." , I just don’t know if Dao Patriarch Sanqing had a spirit, would he be destroyed..."

The old magic stick let out a low cry, and threw the talisman paper out of his hand in a special way, and it fell on the old antique, wrapping the old antique tightly.

Then I saw the old magic stick pinch the spell, and these talisman papers ignited spontaneously without fire.

A strange thing happened, this old antique was not damaged at all after being wrapped in these burning talisman papers, but turned on with a beep...

This way of starting...

How unscientific.

A strong desire to complain once again rose in everyone's hearts.

But the complaints are the complaints, the old magic stick is not bad, as he said, his scientific fortune-telling is very accurate.

Everyone looked at this old antique expectantly, with apprehensive expressions.