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In the middle, Ouyang Dao suddenly stopped. He remembered a question. In the recycling hand, there seemed to be a fortune teller! Ouyang Dao looked at him. "Close your eyes, if you want to leave here alive."! Deranes immediately closed his eyes, Ouyang Dao unbuttoned his eye mask and released the blood drops turned into a diviner. The blood beads flew out of the tent and turned into human form. "Master," the eight-armed fortune teller bowed. Deranius heard the sound and tried to open his eyes, but did not dare.

"Not long ago, I was taken to the starry sky, and an invisible messenger came to me and asked me to change the course of my destiny. The fortune teller said that it was a prophet. Don't you think so. Ouyang Daodaodao. The fortune teller frowned and said, "Master, how do you know what the prophet means?"? Have you checked your own state?"

"Why? "

"Being able to send messages to you from astral planes or celestial planes must be a very powerful soul, and contact with that existence is likely to be unconsciously assimilated. Due to the spiritual divide between the realm and the soul's universal will is vague and often contains a lot of information."

"Well," Ouyang Dao nodded, and found no abnormality in the scan of the victim's mental state. Ouyang Dao opened his eyes and said to the diviner: "I will repeat the prophet's words to you, and you will know what metaphor it contains." "Yes," Mr. Gaia, no matter what fortune teller you are looking for, you cannot repeat God's will to a third party!"

"Huh? Why?" said nièce, trying to control his face, saying a lie you have been telling for a long time. "I don't know how it is in other schools, but my teacher has warned me that God has a strange power, and the less I know, the better." "Really?"

Ouyang Dao looked at the diviner, and the man with eight arms smiled faintly: "Master, there is no limit." "You are ignorant!" nièce exclaimed. "This is the order of my master Heinrich Heine. What kind of diviner are you? How dare you disobey the iron law!" Ouyang Dao paused for a moment, and someone looked at the diviner with doubt. Could it be that he was out of control?" Master, please don't believe what she said. This is a lie, what is the big liar among diviners!

When Delanis heard this news, he was shocked. How could he know! How could anyone know about this! "Who are you!" Delanis said in the singing of a cuckoo, "Think about the consequences of offending our fortune teller!" Ouyang Dao was a little angry. Hearing this, he also knew who was lying.

"Young lady, it seems that what I have taught you is not enough!"

"snort! "

Faced with Ouyang Dao's threat, Deranes retorted loudly, "Gaia, don't think you are powerful. Many people thought so before, but after offending my teacher, they all died invisibly. Deranes's words were full of power, but her closed eyes revealed the essence of her beauty.

"Sister, if you are really not afraid, why don't you open your eyes and look at me?" The eight-armed diviner said softly. Delanius opened his eyes in surprise and saw the appearance of the eight-armed diviner. "It's not you!" "You are not dead," said Delaniuse, his voice was very clear, and the next decisive divination was decisive.

The thigh tightly grasped Ouyang Dao's thigh. "I was wrong, please forgive me!" Ouyang Dao glanced at the eight-armed fortune teller and did not touch him.

"Master, the idea that the oracle cannot be conveyed is actually a trick to improve the status of the diviner, and the reason why other diviners cannot be told is that the diviner created the oracle himself." The eight-armed diviner revealed the great secret of the Violet Diviner School. Everything Ouyang Dao experienced before was actually a wonder created by the diviner himself, with the purpose of coaxing the diviner to obey his wishes and preventing other diviners from seeing mistakes.

"What if some people don't believe it?" Ouyang Dao was puzzled, as if he had told the "God of Gods" that the oracle could not be released. When it comes to mental issues, only gods like Cthulhu could help him. The eight-armed diviner shook his head gently, "This is almost impossible, and even if someone ignores the warning, there will be no problem."

"What does it mean?" "Fortune tellers in the entire Violet Kingdom gather once a year, and fortune tellers in the entire continent gather once every five years." The eight-arm fortune teller said bluntly, Ouyang Dao understood.

For a thousand-year-old master, there is only one reason why annual gatherings are too tense: keep secrets and prevent newcomers from breaking the rules. This oracle-like lie is the unspoken rule of all fortune tellers. Just like magicians and magicians, telling the audience how to perform magic is in a sense a betrayal of this profession. The lies of the prophet are more important than magic.

"Master, please don't promote this news." After explaining it clearly, the eight-armed diviner warned that "there is only one divination master in the violet, but there are many hidden creatures in the world. In the interstellar dimension of the diviner, he maintains this rule." "Very good," Ouyang Dao nodded. He understood this and immediately turned his eyes to Delanias. "You want to save Molly by controlling me Why?" He looked at Ouyang Dao and shuddered. "Can I?" "What kind of cemetery do you like?" The cemetery, I said sadly, "I saw the tragedy of matthew and molly, I think they are in pain, I want to help them." "Why is it me? I can't deal with Master Quelock alone, Delanaire said, whispering: "You are the first one, I have to find someone else, but I didn't expect..." "Sisters, don't lie."

The eight-armed fortune teller said expressionlessly, Delanius was as stiff as a fire stick, and whispered, "I looked at your background out of curiosity..." As for Delanius' explanation, Ouyang Dao didn't care. He looked at the eight-armed fortune teller with great interest. Delanius fell to the ground, realizing that her fate was blinded by the eight-armed fortune teller, and her fate was in Ouyang Dao's hands. "Do you want to save her?" Ouyang Dao asked, and Delanius nodded seriously.

"I just feel sad for them." Before he finished speaking, Deranes was still indifferent. His eyes were as far away as a learned monk divination with his eight hands. She is my sister-in-law, master, I want to save her." Ouyang Daowenyan smiled, Didra's niece looked at this and finally crawled behind the eight-armed fortune teller. She pulled open her brother's robe, and Deranes showed a rabbit-like facial expression. "Brother, save me."

Oh! "Ouyang Dao smiled." Eight arms, for your sake." Yes, "The eight-arm fortune teller lowered his head deeply." Thank you, brother." Eight hands, don't forget to do business."

What business is when the eight-armed fortune teller lifted her from the ground and looked at Ouyang Dao and himself, Delanias said at a loss. "I think I'm wrong" about what? She didn't know what her boss and Gaia were saying, but suddenly she had a bad premonition.

"Don't say that. At least you're still alive, aren't you?" Ouyang Dao said as he walked out of the tent, "Don't get me wrong, it's just a small accident," the curious professional explained that some of them were attracted by the screams of Delanias. Ouyang Dao explained to the crowd that eight warriors and fortune tellers came to the door of the tent and picked up the potion left by Ouyang Dao. His tall figure blocked the entire exit, the sun was behind him, and a huge shadow of Delanez wrapped in it.

"Brother, what are you doing! Ah!" As the screams echoed, more and more professionals gathered in front of Ouyang Dao's camp. People looked at the fence kicked by Ouyang Dao, their eyes wandering. Gaia, what happened inside? "Why did I hear someone screaming? Who is it?" Various comments spread among the crowd. Professionals have just experienced war and great pain, and a little sign of trouble will wipe away their sensitive nerves.

"Don't worry, it's just an accident," Ouyang Dao walked out of the tent, stood in front of Ouyang Dao, smiling, feeling his faint connection. "Oh, it's you, Miss Delanes," said a group of professionals, in a sense, they were approaching and rescuing Delanes from Ouyang Dao. In their opinion, he was either captured by Ouyang Dao, forced to accept harsh conditions, or he shouted one after another?

Ouyang Dao didn't want to talk about the accident more, but it took him a long time to explain it clearly before he persuaded others to leave. When the others left, nièce and liu dao returned to their tent, before the soundproof door fell off, "Mr. gaia, I must warn you what happened in your dream..." This was a thoughtful explanation, and when he walked into the tent, he immediately changed his expression.

Master, what organization are we? Where is my senior brother? "Ouyang Dao did not answer his question. He walked into the tent and sat down to practice crystal meditation. Although Ouyang Dao did not speak, she did not give up and still wanted to hint some information. She was unwilling to be controlled like this.

"Five minutes, go by yourself, disguise yourself, don't let me down," Ouyang Dao said, opening his half-closed eyes and closing his eyes again. Maybe Ouyang Dao knew what he was thinking, but the potion was already drunk. Ouyang Dao's silent answer was useless. She was able to keep her mouth shut. Even if the fortune teller of the eight warriors warned her about Ouyang Dao's strength five minutes later, Deranes left with a heavy face. Through the tent, Ouyang Dao could hear the concern and doubts of others.

Fortune tellers occupy a high position in the professional society, and their exquisite appearance is even more adorable. Perhaps believing that their answer is correct, Ouyang Dao turned his attention to crystal meditation. Eight hours later, Ouyang Dao was woken up by the master.