An old man's voice suddenly intervened in the quarrel between the two. When Duan Qing looked forward, Rama wearing a top hat walked out of the crowd and came to the front of the square not far from Duan Qing. Perhaps because of his

The old man's reliance was instantly subdued. The old man's hand reaching for his top hat kept trembling, and finally he simply dropped it as if giving up: "Excuse me..."

"You...you are a Destiny Weaver?"

"Yes." The female voice above paused for a while, and then came out again.

"I have been in Fenghua Town for so many years, and I have never heard of it..." The old man's voice trembled, and he swallowed several times.

"Fate is fair to everyone." The woman's voice was full of smile: "You don't know me, and I ignore you. This is fair."

"No, no, no, no..." the old man's voice became more and more excited, and he raised his head: "But the destiny weaver should not interfere with the destiny of the world at will, how can you..."

"Fate should not be changed easily. I have passed it before." The woman's voice returned to calmness: "But the fate here..."

"It has been changed."

The purple light between the squares suddenly brightened for a moment, and then dimmed again, which seemed to hint at the ups and downs in the woman's heart. As if he heard something ridiculous that subverted his cognition, the old man waved his hands: "This

impossible!"

"Destiny cannot be changed! Even with the power of the Destiny Weaver..."

His words suddenly stopped. When Duan Qing looked at him, he found that the mayor, who usually never changed his expression, opened his mouth as if his neck was stuck, as if he had thought of something incredible.

"Now......"

The woman's voice was as calm as a deep pool of ten thousand years: "The gossip is over."
Chapter completed!