Qiao Yuanshan was used to it as he looked at his uncle smiling but was too lazy to pay attention to him.

He looked at the snow that never melted all year round on Zhongnan Mountain, and felt the chilling snow with his fingers, and said:

"My uncle, can anyone in this world accurately calculate their fate?"

When he was in the mortal world, Qiao Yuanshan always looked at folk stories and could do it, but after going to Zhongnan Mountain, he did not see anyone who could do it.

Is it rumored that none of these people who know their destiny existed?

Wen Zhengming heard this and said: "Life is destined by heaven, destiny is destined, but luck is yours, this is destiny."

"The fate can be calculated, but a person's fortune is constantly changing."

"If you can take it properly, then your destiny can be in the hands of people."

Wen Zhengming stood on the snow layer at the top of the mountain and said lightly.

Qiao Yuanshan was confused when he heard this. Master Uncle, can we not play the game?

Just put it simply, how can you control your destiny!

Can this fate be calculated?

Qiao Yuanshan squatted on the snow, looked up at his uncle's junior teacher and said, "Uncle Master, can we give him a chestnut?"

If you don’t have a chestnut, I can only understand a hammer.

Wen Zhengming glanced at him and said, "For example, the road to becoming an immortal is about to begin, this is fate."

"And you who are fighting for the journey on the road to becoming an immortal are fighting for the journey by luck."

Looking at Qiao Yuanshan, who had already begun to appear in his eyes, Wen Zhengming said lightly: "If you don't understand, you don't have talent, you have to accept your fate."

Qiao Yuanshan felt like he was stabbed in the chest.

"By the way, how is my friend doing recently?" Wen Zhengming changed his mind.

“Of course it’s good.”

Li Yangchen's pig-headed face flashed through Wen Zhengming's mind, and a smile that could not be hidden on his face: "Is that so? Why did I hear that you beat him up a few days ago?"

Qiao Yuanshan carefully glanced at the uncle of the junior teacher, and saw that the uncle of the junior teacher had no intention of taking action.

He swallowed and explained, "This is what the master told me. If you don't want someone to ask you for a lot of competition in the future, then as long as there are challenges, you have to do more heavy things, so..."

"So you beat him into a pig's head?"

"My junior brother is not alone, and if I beat him up, he will be easily sociable."

What a brilliant brain circuit!

Wen Zhengming glanced at him and turned around and left.

Looking at the departing uncle of the junior teacher, Qiao Yuanshan was a little confused. Should he not be angry or not?

………

Deep in the Moormaler Forest, the ancient and mysterious sacrifice had ended, and the black crows were chirping on the branches, and the uneasy and strange atmosphere naturally arises.

The elk on the ground had turned into a pile of white bones at some time, and the empty pupils were looking at no matter where.

In the center of the altar, the red demon Mamen lowered his head and looked at the witch leader Mera who was kneeling in front of him on one knee and said:

"The people from the Magic Society went to the East?"

The brim of the hat on Mela's head was taken off, and the fiery red hair fell down her shoulders. She lowered her head and said respectfully:

"Yes, there are reports that they are looking for the remains of the war that year, but they are attacked at sea and are missing."

"The so-called magicians who are arrogant and do not know what place they think is? Can they go anywhere?" The devil Mamen's mouth was filled with disdainful sneer, as if mocking the magician's overestimation of his ability.

On that land, the greatest horror in the world exists and nourishes the most powerful life in the world. It was the most terrifying arena.

The wild beasts were released from the cage back then. Has the war that swept the whole world been remembered yet?

"Have those people in the East recovered?"

"It has recovered half a year ago." Meila lowered her head, her red pupils shaking gently, not knowing what she was thinking of writing.

She was an experienced and a survivor in that war back then.

She naturally knew why the demon asked this.

The group of people had recovered early, and several wars had occurred on the ancient land.

After a moment of silence, the demon Mamen said:

"Continue, tell me what interesting things there are in this long-lost world."

The demon raised his head, his horns as scarlet as blood. He breathed the air, spewed out thick and thick air, and flames ignited.

Upon hearing this, Mela bowed and continued to explain the world she knew. She first explained the changes in the world for hundreds of years, and then talked about the situation in all parts of the world when the mythological era came.

Mela knew this because she learned from the hunters that passed by the Molmarle Forest. Those poor hunters probably don't want to go to the forest to hunt in this life since they experienced the baptism of witches.

Then, Mera talked about the recovery of extraordinary forces along the Mediterranean coast.

"The Knights' family has not appeared yet. I don't know if the inheritance has been cut off. The blood clan is still hiding, and the Holy See has not appeared. The war back then caused the greatest trauma to them. I don't know what the situation is now, and the Magic Association..."

Mela talked about the events that appeared in the Magic Society, while the rest of the extraordinary creatures did not say that for demons and witches, there was nothing to say about these unclimate magical lives.

"You mean a group of mortals arrested the people of the Magic Society in order to become magicians?"

The demon Mamen narrowed his eyes, as if he had heard something interesting.

With the body of a mortal, Mamen hasn't heard of such a thing for a long time.

The last time it appeared seemed to be a thousand years ago.

Its rarity is almost equivalent to killing a god with the body of a mortal.

"Yes, respectful Lord Mamen." Mela responded.

The demon Mamen laughed, as if he had seen the hunter of his prey.

"Greedy humans, this is the best trading client, I am starting to look forward to meeting these greedy people, and we will definitely have a pleasant exchange."

Narsi knelt behind Mela. For the little witch, this was her first time encountering a demon.

From time to time, she carefully looked at the demon in front of her, thinking in her heart what it would be like to have two horns on her head.

It should be very heavy!

………

In the evening, the scorching sun had already converged its glory, and it was the cold moonlight that took over the world.

Murray is the chairman of the committee of the Tessie League. He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time since Mandala and the Magiva appeared on the committee.

Molmarle Forest has been marked as a penalty area, but Murray still always feels that he will be retaliated by the extraordinary.

After all, no one has ever confronted the extraordinary forces head-on, but Murray directly offended a extraordinary force - the Magic Association.

Poor Murray didn't know that the president of the Magic Society didn't take them to heart at all.

The night gradually began to dim, and Murray placed his pistol under the quilt. He now had to touch the pistol every night to fall asleep.

Even so, I am half asleep and half awake, and I am always in a hazy state.

That day, when Murray was tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't sleep, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Murray suddenly grabbed the pistol inside the quilt. As the chairman of the committee, people always stood outside and stood guard when he was sleeping.

Usually, someone will wake him up when someone comes, so why are someone ringing the doorbell?

He tiptoed up and flipped off the bed.

When he got down to the living room, he saw the bodyguard lying on the ground.

What's going on?

Why are the people in the house already being fucked down, but they are still ringing the doorbell outside?

Murray looked through the window and found that the bodyguard outside the house was also lying on the ground.

He swallowed and looked at the door.

The door ringtone was like a death-hunting ballad.

Murray touched it and looked over the cat's eyes, but could not see anything.

"Who?" Murray asked.

The doorbell suddenly stopped and a hoarse voice rang.

"My name is Mamen, I'm here to make a deal with Mr. Murray."
Chapter completed!