Chapter 882 Isn’t This Sentence Just a Prophecy?

"Mi'er."

The gentle words came, and the young voice was full of vicissitudes of life, as if telling the world that the owner of the voice had already experienced everything in the world!

Xiao Muling looked back when he heard the voice.

Under the corridor, a gray figure in a robe stood there quietly. He had a young face, but he gave people the impression of an old man with an air of immortality.

Three thousand green hairs were simply tied up with hairpins made of wood and rattan. The hair was straight and soft, hanging down on the gray robe.

And the seemingly simple wide-sleeved robe was embroidered with complex patterns with white thread. The patterns looked mysterious and majestic, but they also gave him a bit of a human atmosphere.

"Metaphor."

Looking at him, Xiao Muling slowly said two words.

He is a metaphor.

Than expected... Should I call him older or younger?

To say that he is old, he looks like a man in his twenties or thirties, and his appearance is also very outstanding. Among the crowd, he is definitely the type that will surprise people at first glance.

He was said to be young, but he had an air of age all over his body, like a centenarian.

"Miss, you should call me uncle."

Xiao Mi lowered his voice and reminded from the side.

Xiao Muling came back to her senses, glanced at Xiao Mi, and ignored his words.

Even if she knew the relationship between Xuan Yu and her father, she couldn't call him uncle when they first met.

As for whether she will scream in the future, it depends on whether she can scream.

Seeing that Xiao Muling ignored him, Xiao Mi pushed the wheelchair and hurried over, "Master, the eldest lady..."

Xuan Yu raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"If anything happens, come in and tell me."

After saying this, Xuan Yu turned around and walked back.

Looking at his back, Xiao Muling frowned slightly.

"Miss, go this way."

Xiao Mi spoke up and Xiao Muling nodded.

They walked through the side path and entered the corridor. Xuan Yu walked unhurriedly, always keeping a distance from them.

"Master doesn't like to predict things for others, so he doesn't like to get close to anyone. Miss, don't worry about it."

Xiao Mi said with a chuckle, looking at Xuan Yu again, his eyes falling on the back in front of him, the smile in his eyes deepened.

"So your master can predict whoever you get close to?" If you get close to this person, can you predict everything about this person?

So magical?

Xiao Mi shook his head and said: "Actually, I don't know much about it, but it shouldn't be possible for everyone, but even so, Master will not approach anyone anymore."

The master said that he didn’t know when he would meet the kind of person who could make him see prophecies.

There is no way to avoid what he predicted.

"Oh I got it.

Probably understand.

After walking out of the complicated corridor, Xiao Muling turned back and then raised her eyebrows in understanding.

Formation.

not bad.

Walking out of the corridor, the view ahead...

how to say.

Thatched cottage?

Behind everything so complicated is a simple thatched cottage.

There are not many rooms, just enough for Xuan Yu and Xiao Mi to live here.

She always felt like she had seen this style of painting somewhere.

It seems that in the rumors of the real world, secluded masters basically live in thatched cottages and want to spend their lives in peace and quiet.

But things often go against expectations. The more you want to hide from the world, the more you cannot hide from the world. Finally, you are found...

Xiao Muling thought like this, and suddenly felt that everything had become bloody.

However, the front is not the point!

The point is, isn’t this his home?

Who has ever seen someone build a thatched cottage in their own home and pretend to be a secluded person?

The Xuan family was originally a recluse, so why did he create a place like this in his home and pretend to be a recluse.

If it were her, even if someone didn't predict it, she wouldn't be treating herself badly.

It's a good life to make yourself so miserable.

Or do "experts" like them think differently from "ordinary people" like her?

Xiao Muling looked around and sighed in his heart.

"Miss, come and sit."

Xiao Mi's voice sounded, and Xiao Muling looked over.

Xiao Mi and Xuan Yu were sitting at the wooden table. They both had a cup of tea in front of them, and another cup was placed in an unoccupied place. Xiao Muling knew that it was for her.

After glancing at them, Xiao Muling walked over and sat down.

"Miss, let's have some tea, it's delicious."

With that said, Xiao Mi picked up the tea cup and tasted the tea.

Xiao Muling glanced at the tea in the cup, then looked at Xuan Yu, "No need."

She now tries not to eat in front of outsiders.

It doesn't matter if she was frightened by the old monster He Yiyou, or if she was too careful, she just didn't want what happened that time to happen again.

Xuan Yu blew the white mist in the cup, lowered his eyes and said, "It's just a simple cup of tea."

When Xiao Mi heard Xuan Yu's words, he was slightly startled and looked at Xiao Muling with a serious expression.

The eldest lady is worried, what did the master put in the tea?

Even being so careful about what she eats, what has she experienced outside these years?

"It's still unnecessary." Xiao Muling shook his head.

Xuan Yu put down the tea cup and smiled lightly, "In this case, I won't force the young lady."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes touched the "red mole" between her eyebrows, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Is Xiao Canglan really dead?"

Xiao Muling looked at his gaze and knew that she was looking at the blood mark between her eyebrows.

Do you know your father's condition when you see the blood mark?

"Did you hear something, or did you predict it?" Her words were cold and her emotions could not be heard.

"I heard that." Xuan Yu looked away.

How could he predict such a thing.

"It seems that your Excellency is not completely reclusive." As he said that, Xiao Muling glanced around.

Xuan Yu knew what she was referring to and laughed at himself, "It's just a reminder to myself."

Don’t meddle in worldly affairs anymore.

It's not a good thing that he has such an ability.

"Useful?" Xiao Muling asked again.

"It's useless." Xuan Yu raised his eyes and answered decisively.

After a pause, "Miss, you're not here for these things, are you? Your father left you something, but you have to open it yourself."

Looking for him is of no use.

Xiao Muling narrowed his eyes. He couldn't open something like that?

"Although there are marks left by me on it, it is also proof that I cannot open it. Moreover, it is something that originally belonged to you."

"Belongs to me?" Xiao Muling frowned.

Why does it belong to her?

"On the day the girl was born, the scene of dragons and phoenixes greeting her is still vivid in my mind. Such a grand scene is the first time not only in the Xiao family, but also in the Summoning Continent."

As soon as he was born, he attracted dragons and phoenixes that had never appeared in the Summoning Continent.

"When a genius comes into the world, a dragon and a phoenix greet him?"

Xiao Muling spoke in a deep voice, her expression becoming serious.

Isn’t this sentence just a prophecy?

How come it turned out that on the day she was born, there was a scene of dragons and phoenixes greeting her?

My father never mentioned this matter, not even a word about it!

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