Douluo: Start with a fortune teller

The dim light of the morning shone in the attic. When Jiang Yi woke up again, he felt a little sore everywhere in his body.

After spending an afternoon sparring with Rabbit yesterday, Jiang Yi's close combat ability has been greatly improved. It must be said that after being promoted to clown, his physical fitness has been improved beyond imagination.

After a simple wash, the servants brought breakfast. For some reason, the servants responsible for everything on Jiang Yi's side were all men, while those on Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu's side were women.

This made Jiang Yi a little surprised, why should he be treated differently?

After eating breakfast, Jiang Yi exercised his aching body. As a clown, he is a profession that often performs dangerous performances, and his body has a strong adaptability.

After simply moving his body, Jiang Yi felt much better.

Sitting in the Biphosphorus Manor, Jiang Yi waited quietly, and soon Jiang Yi waited for Dugu Bo, who was dressed in ink.

"You want to go too?"

Jiang Yi is here waiting for the avalanche to come over. Today is the funeral of Prince Xue Xing. Although Jiang Yi hates Prince Xue Xing a little, the deceased is the most important after all.

"After all, we are former friends."

Dugu Bo looked at the north of Tiandou City, where was the royal cemetery. Regarding Prince Xue Xing, Dugu Bo had a somewhat complicated mood.

Prince Snow Star once saved Dugu Bo's life in the hands of Wuhun Palace, but after that, Prince Snow Star used this method to get Dugu Bo to solve many problems.

The relationship between the two slowly changed from friendship to transaction, not to mention that Dugu Bo might not have had a chance to escape at that time.

"It seems that the royal family has no concept of friends."

Hearing Dugu Bo's voice, Jiang Yi subconsciously retorted that when he saw Xue Beng in Notting City just now, Jiang Yi thought that the fourth prince might become a friend.

But now it seems that friend is a very unfamiliar word, and Xue Beng only sees interests.

It is precisely because of this that he comes to Biphosphorus Manor again and again. If Jiang Yi did not have the ability to divine, even if he showed his talent to Xue Beng, he would not be so diligent.

"Nobles are all foxes who eat people but don't spit out their bones. It's better to have less contact with them."

As if he agreed with Jiang Yi's words, Dugu Bo's eyes trembled slightly.

Jiang Yi thought about Dugu Bo's words quietly. It seemed that there was really no need to contact the nobles of the Tiandou Empire. After the deal with Xue Beng was over, they might have to go out to avoid the limelight.

"Coming!"

Dugu Bo's voice interrupted Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi looked into the distance, and sure enough he saw a carriage slowly entering Biphosphorus Manor, and then stopped steadily not far from the two of them.

"be safe."

Before the carriage door opened, Dugu Bo jumped up and flew towards Tiandou Imperial City.

It seems that there is really no need for a titled Douluo to ride in a carriage.

"We meet again!"

As Jiang Yi's right eyelid twitched, the sound of Xue Beng came from the carriage, and then Xue Beng appeared in front of Jiang Yi with a professional smile.

"You have five more chances to divine."

Jiang Yi glanced at Xue Beng and directly launched a heart-piercing attack.

"There's no need to keep reminding you of this kind of thing!"

Xue Beng, who didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all, felt a little aggrieved at the moment. If divination hadn't really saved his life, how could he, the fourth prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, be restrained by this guy.

"It's still necessary..."

Jiang Yi clearly noticed the change in Xue Beng's expression, but so what, Xue Beng was now in the second ring, so even if the two of them fought, it was not certain who would lose and who would win!

"Forehead……"

"Get in the car, or you won't be able to attend the funeral in time."

Xue Beng, who was once again defeated, could only say this in the end. Now he could only win over this fortune teller.

Jiang Yi, who got on the carriage, did not give Xue Beng a chance to continue communicating, but simply closed his eyes.

The carriage swayed forward. When the carriage fell into silence again, Jiang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

The solemn cemetery comes into view. The word luxury is not an exaggeration when used here. I recall the dilapidated residence of Notting City when I compared it with the current cemetery.

Jiang Yi suddenly discovered a very serious problem...

Entering the cemetery, Jiang Yi saw the mourning hall filled with chrysanthemums.

"This is my uncle's favorite flower when he was alive."

As if sensing Jiang Yi's surprise, the sound of an avalanche followed.

"Isn't his favorite Black Gold Bao?"

"What is that?"

Faced with Jiang Yi's teasing, Xue Beng looked confused. Apparently he didn't understand the true meaning of seafood.

"nothing."

Facing the avalanche that he didn't understand, Jiang Yi didn't want to explain anything to him.

After entering the cemetery, Jiang Yi, led by Xue Beng, took the flowers prepared by a guard and placed them next to the body of Prince Xuexing.

Because the martial spirit was absorbed, Prince Xue Xing's body was much shriveled up. I wonder what Emperor Xue Ye would say when he saw Prince Xue Xing like this.

After completing this, Xue Beng and Jiang Yi found a secluded place and waited quietly.

Soon the sun in the sky exuded his distant enthusiasm, making Jiang Yi feel a little hot.

At this time, a guard came to Xue Beng and whispered something. The next second, Xue Beng's face turned from calm and calm to pale.

Jiang Yi subconsciously turned on the spiritual vision state, which was dark, melancholy, sad or fearful.

"Brother Xue Beng, it's been so hard for me to hide this from you all these years!"

The next second, an elegant voice came, and a cloud of purple appeared in Jiang Yi's spiritual vision.

Cold and distant.

What spiritual vision sees can be regarded as a person's mental state. The person who comes is mentally alienated from everything around him.

Coupled with this person's name for Xue Beng, it is self-evident as to the identity of the visitor. He is Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, or Qian Renxue, the saint of the Spirit Hall.

"Brother, are you going to end the review month so soon?"

Looking at Xue Qinghe walking slowly, Xue Beng spoke stiffly. He really didn't expect Xue Qinghe to come back so soon.

He didn't get any news, but the other party was able to find this place directly in the cemetery with so many people.

This is enough to illustrate the intelligence gap between the two. Even though a large part of Prince Xue Xing's intelligence network is now located in Xue Beng, he still can't get any information about Xue Qinghe.

"After such a big thing happened, how could you still be in the mood to play around with those nobles?"

Xue Qinghe calmly answered Xue Beng's question, and then his eyes lingered on Jiang Yi for a moment.

"Is this the special fortune teller? Fourth brother can't neglect the hero!"

Xue Qinghe's careless words made Jiang Yi and Xue Beng's faces look ugly.

Because of Jiang Yi's ability as a clown, his face remained expressionless, while Xue Beng's expression gradually changed toward the bottom of the pot.

"Brother, you don't have to worry about it. My people..."

Xue Beng wanted to stand in front of Jiang Yi and force Jiang Yi into the warship. Jiang Yi, who noticed this in advance, directly distanced himself from Xue Beng.

The scene fell into silence for a moment, Xue Beng looked embarrassed, Jiang Yi stood expressionless, and Xue Qinghe was thoughtful.

"Emperor Xue Ye has arrived..."