The boy repeated it in a complicated tone.

Qing Wu choked, then smiled faintly and said, "Excuse me, sir, did you break my cane? Even if so, I won't blame you. After all, it was my cane that attacked you first. However, I don't want you to treat me like a fool."

The boy's face turned slightly cold, "I don't need to fool you."

He lowered his eyes to look at the crutch wrapped around his foot, which now looked like a ball of dough.

He concentrated his spiritual power to shake it away.

But this crutch seemed to have become a spirit and could not be opened at all.

Qingwu heard the angry tone in the other person's voice and immediately realized that he had misunderstood him. His face flushed, and after saying "I'm sorry", he said to the crutch, "Come back."

No response.

"return!"

Qingwu called out several times again.

But the crutch still didn't respond.

It was obvious that he had entangled the young man.

At this moment, Qingwu gradually realized something. His face changed and he asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is your last name?"

The young man was dressed in white at this time. He was extremely handsome, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and very red lips. He was the kind of young man who was stunning at first sight.

He frowned slightly after hearing Qingwu's words.

What does this have to do with his last name?

"My last name is Shui." The young man answered in a low voice.

water?

Now it was Qingwu's turn to be puzzled.

He habitually wanted to tell fortunes, but the last divination had already injured his body. If he told fortunes again, he might fall into a coma.