Zhao Fan and the little savage looked down blankly.
"Therefore, it was named the Prophecy Turntable by my father. It was first in the hands of the man from Dao Pavilion, and later he gave it to me as a birthday gift." Qing Zhizhijun smiled and said, "It was refined by the eternal existence of the Lanluo tribe. Yes, but a Chaos Dao Lord can only predict once, and neither the mighty one nor the eternal power can trigger the prediction."
"Do the sixteen plates, black and white, symbolize good and bad?"
The little savage asked: "Why are some of the same colors dark and some light?"
"Yes." Qing Zhizhijun nodded and said: "White symbolizes good things, and black prophecies are all bad luck. The whiter the color, the better things will be, and the darker the color, the worse things will be."
"Interesting." Zhao Fan asked with interest: "If it is the blackest one, will he perish?"
"That's a death disaster." Qing knew that Jun Ningshen said: "But if it is predicted, there is hope of survival."
"I'm afraid, so I'd better stop smoking." The little savage shrank.
"Prophecy is not a curse." Qing Zhizhijun said with a smile: "Even if you don't smoke, it will still happen. If you smoke the wheel, you just know the vague outline in advance, so you can be prepared."
"It seems reasonable. Then I'll smoke it!" The little savage was eager to give it a try.
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "I can't wait, so you can smoke first, and I will smoke later."
"good."
After the little savage asked Qing how to draw the turntable, he jumped into the core circle of the huge turntable. He took out the Chaos Secret Treasure Soldier and struck at the ground between his feet!
Immediately afterwards, the huge turntable started spinning.
It turned faster and faster, and they couldn't even see the color clearly. Gradually, it slowed down again, and finally, the pointer stopped at the white seventh gear.
"Wow! The second best prediction!" The little savage excitedly released his senses and connected with that plate.
A message sounded in his consciousness: "The right girl is about to appear."
The little savage stayed for a long time before he came back to his senses.
"What's the good news? Come and tell me." Zhao Fan asked expectantly.
"It said that my destined girl is about to appear." The little savage didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Congratulations, there will be a Taoist companion soon." Zhao Fan smiled and fell into the core circle of the huge turntable, replacing the little savage who floated up.
In Zhao Fan's hands, the emperor's name appeared.
He took the knife and struck it with all his strength into the space between his feet, and the turntable began to spin.
From slow to fast, from fast to slow.
Finally, the turntable stopped, but the pointer pointed at the seventh darkest black plate...
"I knew I shouldn't have smoked." Zhao Fan raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at Qing Zhijun above, and asked: "Sister, is this second darkest prophecy a disaster of death? "
"No." Qing Zhizhijun shook his head and said, "But there is a high probability that life will be worse than death."
"..." Zhao Fan silently released his thoughts and connected with that plate.
Subsequently.
The prophecy appeared.
"The new Taoist companion."
Four simple words, simple and clear!
Zhao Fan was dumbfounded. Putting aside the idea that there were no colorful flags fluttering outside the sea of chaos, just talking about today's carousel, isn't it the same thing that a new Taoist companion and the destined girl will appear? They all form Taoist marriages.
This turntable is simply like a double-labeled dog!
Why is the same thing happening to Mao, if the little savage is drawn, it is the second best joy, but if it happens to him, it becomes the second worst disaster? !
