Qing’er pulled her smile back a little. “It’s Duanhu. He practically listens to everything. Isn’t that strange?” She said in a soft voice.
Han Moxi didn’t seem surprised. “Duanhu is an intelligent black and white tiger from Sky Mountain. He’s a lot more intelligent than average people, so after staying with people, he’ll naturally be able to understand human speech!”
Duanhu smiled and nodded. Yes! Yes! He’s clever!
Qing’er stroked the tiger’s head. “Duanhu, come and give me a hug,” she said, giggling.
With that said, Qing’er opened her arms out for a hug.
As expected, Duanhu was incredibly clever. He stood up on his two hind legs, then hugged Qing’er.
“Haha… This is fun!” Laughed Qing’er loudly.
Han Moxi cracked a delighted smile, as he watched Qing’er happily play with Duanhu.
Then, he sat beside Qing’er, grabbed a piece of black jerky, and fed Duanhu!
Roarrrr! Duanhu cried in joy, before swallowing the jerky.
Han Moze and Qing’er played happily with Duanhu in the Fallen Phoenix palace.
Encounter to the White Cloud City, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang stepped out of a restaurant in a town, when they heard the voice of an old, white-haired, fortune teller.
“The girl in white! I see that your days are numbered.”
Liu Rushuang’s face instantly turned dark and she peered all around. She was the only one wearing white, so she grunted coldly and walked up to the old fortune-teller, holding up a banner, and took a seat in front of him.
“Why do you say so? If you can’t tell fortunes, then quit spewing nonsense!” She asked with her head down and a chilling voice.
The fortune-teller raised his head to reveal a radiant, tanned, skinny face which people couldn’t seem to read if he was telling the truth or not.
He looked at Liu Rushuang who carried the poise of the cold moon. “There’s a saying that goes ‘to look death in the eyes’! Lady, you’ll know if I’m speaking the truth in time. As for why? Do not be mad at me for not revealing why, as it is a matter of divine intervention that must not be revealed!”
“Hmph! Stinking old man, what do you mean ‘divine intervention that must not be revealed’? You’re obviously blindly making predictions!” Liu Rushuang grunted with distaste, then turned around and flatly said, “Ze, let’s go.”
The old fortune-teller stroked his beard and looked so calm, as if he had succeeded.
Han Moze carefully glanced at the old fortune-teller a few times but didn’t utter a word.
Then, he followed Liu Rushuang and continued to walk on.
Sometimes, it is better to be safe than sorry. It looked like he would have to protect Shuang’Er at all times from now on!
“Old man, predict how long I’ll live,” said Lian Jiuhua with a smile on his face, as he walked up to his stall.
The old fortune-teller knew that he couldn’t tell but by judging just how rich Lian Jiuhua looked, he figured that it would be a waste not to lie. So, he calmly reached his arm out towards Lian Jiuhua and said, “Sir, please let me see your palm.”
“Take a look! Look as much as you want. Hurry and tell my future so I can live with more peace of mind!” Lian Jiuhua exclaimed with a bright smile.
The old fortune-teller pretended to carefully read Lian Jiuhua’s palm, then stroked his beard. “From what I see, you will at least live till ninety years old sir,” he said with a smile.
As expected, that rich young man Lian Jiuhua immediately pulled out ten taels and shoved it onto the old fortune teller’s hand. “Very well done! I now have great peace of mind. This is for your services,” he chuckled.
The fortune-telling old man took the ten taels with a bright smile.
In one day, he had hit the jackpot after meeting a rich man like him. He didn’t have to set up his fortune-telling stall anymore.
Lian Jiuhua took big strides with a radiant smile on his face. He really looked like he could live till ninety years old.
Of course, cold sweat ran down Liu Rushuang and Han Moze’s faces, as they saw Lian Jiuhua pull out ten taels and gave it to the fortune teller.