C482 old man

fortune-teller grinned at the beggar.

The beggar took Chu Xieyun's brush and stood beside the willow tree. Chu Xieyun looked at him dumbly, his eyes lifeless.

With a wave of the pen, he drew a heart.

The heart had been formed and appeared.

Thump thump thump thump. Suddenly, the tornado came again. The tornado didn't blow away everything, but instead brought two cities