Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

"It's really a bad fate!"

Master Fengchi remained silent for a long time, listening to Jianan slowly telling a story that seemed to be someone else's in that language. He was infinitely horrified. He finally understood that as wizards, they had the greatest helplessness in this world, that is, they could calculate other people's fate and change other people's fortune, but they could not calculate their own fate or change their own fortune.

Jianan at this moment is just like his younger self. Knowing that the road ahead is bleak, he has to forge ahead, because their lives are a road of no return.

Prince, Qiqi, Jianan

The three people met, knew each other, and fell in love with each other in an intricate way.

Even if he sacrificed his own life, he could not change the predetermined outcome.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

A deep feeling of powerlessness rose in the heart of National Master Fengchi.

"So, the six-year-old sister you mentioned back then was also fake."

I remember that year, he saved the little beggar Jianan who was beaten by a group of people. He asked him if he was willing to go with him, become his disciple, and inherit his mantle to become a national teacher.

"If I follow you, can I learn martial arts? Can I avoid being bullied? Can I have the ability to take revenge?"

He remembered that the little beggar was covered in blood, with a mocking smile on his lips, and asked him this.

"You can learn martial arts, be worshipped by thousands of people, and take revenge on anyone."

At that time, he was also young and felt that the little beggar's questions were a real contempt for the position of Imperial Master.

"I'll go with you."

This little beggar was so funny. As soon as he finished saying this, the little beggar immediately stood up and wanted to follow him, regardless of his bleeding body.

"Why don't you ask what the Imperial Master does?"

He had the urge to tease the little beggar. At first glance, he could see that the little beggar had a special quality, a mysterious power that was connected to the universe. Such a person was born to be a wizard.

"It doesn't matter what it is."

A voice without emotion, a beautiful face without expression.

At that moment, Feng Chi felt that this little beggar was the disciple sent by God to him. He was the future national master chosen by God for David. Although he could not figure out the fate of this little beggar.

The little beggar followed him like this. After walking for a while, he suddenly woke up as if from a dream. He suddenly said to him,

"Master, please wait for me."

After saying that, he turned and ran, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Soon, the little beggar came back and begged him,

"Master, please help me find my sister. She is only six years old and was waiting for me in the dilapidated temple just now."

Looking at the blood-stained steamed bun tightly held in his hand, Master Fengchi realized that the steamed bun that the little beggar had risked his life to steal was not for himself, but for his six-year-old sister.

Master Fengchi certainly thought this was a trivial matter. He only had to count with his fingers and find a six-year-old child who couldn't walk far. Wasn't it easy?

However, something unexpected happened. Just like he couldn't figure out the fate of the little beggar, he couldn't figure out the fate of the six-year-old child either. He could only figure out that she was still alive.

Master Fengchi looked at Chu Jianan with disappointment. This disciple, his most beloved one, the disciple who had inherited his legacy and spent years of his hard work, had never told him a single truth from beginning to end. If, as Chu Jianan said, he was Zhongli Mo, the son of the general of Qi, an only son, where did his brothers and sisters come from?