After Situ Jun left the palace, he went straight back to Yipinxiang. Along the way, he always felt that he forgot what he had to finish. When he returned to Tianji Pavilion, a guard asked slowly: "Deputy Pavilion Master, why did you come back?" , where did that old man go?"

Hearing that old man, Situ Jun remembered that he had forgotten about that old man a long time ago, and he really couldn't get close to Feng Chen's black-bellied master, and once he was next to him, he forgot everything.

Seeing Situ Jun disappearing in front of his eyes like a gust of wind, the guard shook his head and walked straight back to the room, thinking to himself: This pavilion master is getting more and more unreliable in his work.

When Situ Jun rushed to Haikuotian in a hurry, the shopkeeper Li and his son were left guarding the shop. The old man was already drunk and fell asleep on the table, and he was still yelling from time to time to make trouble for him.

"Shopkeeper Li, Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I'll take him away right away!" As he spoke, Situ Jun directly helped the old man up to leave.

"Drink, keep drinking. Where is Situ Jun, that stinky boy? Will he leave me, a bad old man again? I won't be a fortune teller until I catch you once and don't kill you!"

Situ Jun looked at the trembling old man, but had no choice but to carry him on his back and slowly walked out of the sea and sky. The fortune teller lay on Situ Jun's back, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person coming, then closed them, thinking to himself : This young man is not bad, at least he is much better than that apprentice with paralyzed face, old ghost Tianji. It's just right, it's just right with that stinky girl of his, so that a pair can have a litter of stinky boys.

Thinking of that stinky girl, the fortune teller immediately woke up, "Boy Situ, did you see that paralyzed girl when you went to the palace today?"

In this dark night, a thick male voice sounded out of season. Situ Jun was so startled that he almost threw the fortune teller off his back.

"Old man, are you sober?" Situ Jun tried to put down the fortune teller, but at this moment the fortune teller refused, and said arrogantly: "You left me in the store for so long before you came to pick me up, is it early?" Just forget me there, you should carry me back, why did you leave me there for so long?"

"Okay, okay, I won't let it go, just walk back like this!" Situ Jun lifted the magic fortune teller on his back, almost hurting him from falling.

He couldn't help coughing, and cursed angrily: "You brat, you deliberately wanted to throw me to death, and I won't live anymore. Even if you become a ghost in the future, I won't let you go!"

Unexpectedly, the fortune teller was so difficult, Situ Jun quickly apologized and said: "How dare I, it's too late to respect the old man, I won't lift it up because I'm afraid of you falling off!"

"The next time you see that paralyzed prince, help me find out if he has found my stinky girl. Since the last time I promised to help me find the stinky girl, there has been no news. Tell him, if If there is no more news, I will set his rudder on fire!"

"Old senior, calm down, that man with a paralyzed face is a black-bellied master. I'll help you ask him some other day, and you just wait for the good news!" Thinking of the previous old senior, he burned his body in a fit of anger. Pharmacy, he really dared to believe that this old man would burn down the Tianji Pavilion.

The fortune teller looked at Situ Jun with displeasure and said, "It's better to be like this, otherwise, you're doomed!