My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

"Have we... met before?"

Galan Fox raised one of his eyebrows suspiciously. He asked the other party, perhaps he could get some useful information from someone?

"Uh... maybe I have seen him, but you just don't know?" Mo couldn't help but glance at the other person. He sighed softly and said with the intention of helping him to the end: "Do you know that someone is looking for you?"

"What...? Who?" Galan looked at him in confusion. He couldn't remember having any... other friends from this world.

Apart from the Undead Legion, the only person left is Bihuyou, who I plan to visit later. As for Redeyes...that's even more impossible.

If his idol comes, he will only go to Herobrine, make a few sarcastic remarks if he doesn't like him, and then leave openly.

"Destiny, that man said his name was Destiny."

When Galan heard the name the other party said, his originally suspicious expression froze instantly.

At that moment, his thoughts seemed to be drained away, leaving only a blank mind and a stiff body, unable to respond for a long time.

Seeing him like this, Mo guessed that they should know each other, but it seemed that something had happened. Things were not as simple as imagined.

"Do you know?"

When the other party spoke again, Galan's heart shuddered, and he quickly came to his senses and shook his head, but his face showed some hesitation, so much so that he spoke a little unclearly.

"Haha... maybe... should... probably... know each other?"

Fate, who is Fate? No way, no way... is he really here? If he sees me... he will recognize me, right? He will definitely recognize me, right?

At this moment, Galan felt a sense of panic deep in his heart. Even so, he still maintained his facial expression, trying not to be so deliberate.

He really didn't understand anything and never thought that the other party would follow him here...it seemed that something was wrong from the beginning.

But he never thought about it, he didn't even think that "fate" would have the "ability" to come to this place.

Galan pretended to be calm, first relaxed his expression, smiled faintly at the person in front of him and asked: "Um...so he is here?"

"Ah."

Mo didn’t know what happened between them, but...under the current circumstances, his work should be considered over, right?

"You look a little nervous? Was that person... not nice to you?" Mu seemed to have sensed something was wrong and asked his doubts very directly.

"What kind of person is that person called Destiny?"

"He's a pretty weird guy, not good at communication and full of mysteries? Maybe we should ask Notch, or ask fate in person?" Mo was even in the mood to joke there, suggesting that people ask fate in person to ask what kind of person he is... This is really interesting.

"Notch…? He's here too? Oh my god, what happened while I was away?"

Galanton felt overwhelmed. During the time he was away, it seemed that many variables that he was not aware of had happened.

"No...hiss..." Galan rubbed his forehead with a headache. Why did Notch come here? Does this mean that he has met with my king? Are they ready to cooperate?

Oh no, this isn't the most important thing... After that guy, the next person to face is fate?! If I remember correctly... they should be enemies, right?

Fate should be able to recognize himself, he will find that the user of this body is not "that person"! What will he choose at that time? Drive himself out and return to the original...

When he thought of this, the other party might drive him out of that person's body, and when he was thrown back into the original world, he would remember that his original body... might have died.

That's not right. Is there any choice? Isn't this a dead end? !

Even though he was extremely reluctant, some things had to be faced... because he already lived in this body, maybe if he talked to him, he might let him go?

Galan pulled the hair beside his ear anxiously. The idea was good...but it was not certain whether they would meet in person. He didn't know if the other party would shoot him with an arrow first and then talk about things "peacefully".

"I think...I still need to prepare myself mentally..."

After some psychological reasoning, it was found that Moulan was already showing some signs of depression.

He sighed and decided not to talk about this for the time being. When you can meet her, you will always meet her. When you can't meet her, you will never meet her.

"Mu, how is the weapon I commissioned you to make going?"

"It's already been manufactured! It's unexpectedly powerful, do you want to try it?" Mu knew that the other party came to him for this reason, so he had already prepared the thing and handed it to the other party.

Seeing this, Mo naturally knew that the guy was trying to change the subject. As his mission had been accomplished, he did not intend to say anything more.

When he got the orbital launcher with blue and white weapons, it looked almost exactly the same as the one in the drawing. He never thought that he could actually make it!

Originally, he just wanted to give it a try and never thought that Mu could manufacture it. Even the rechargeable battery shown on the drawing appeared!

Galan was very satisfied with the weapon in his hand. He quickly turned his head and decisively asked the maker Xiao Mumu next to him a crucial question: "Can you mass produce it?"

"Ah...?" Mu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly. He reached out and strategically scratched his ears. There was a hint of disbelief in his tone. He slowly asked, "It was too windy just now and I didn't hear clearly... Can you say it again?"

“I want to mass produce it.”

"No, you don't want to."

* Mu decisively rejected the other party, without even a trace of hesitation on his face.

Hey, you asked me to make a new weapon, but you didn't tell me to mass-produce it! Do you know how difficult it is to make? I assembled it "part by part"!

Although Mu's expression was a little awkward, he was still very friendly and gave the other person another way out.

"Why don't you go ask the amazing Herobrine?"

"As a great god, it should be easy for you to copy a little thing, right?"

"Uh..." Galan strategically rolled up the hair beside his ears, as if he had just escaped from the opponent's clutches...Will he get hit on the head if he goes back now?

"How about you help me... ask the amazing Herobrine?"

"So...why is it the magical Herobrine?" Xiao Momo, who was standing aside, couldn't help but ask the question.

Galan spread his hands helplessly, indicating that he didn't know either.