"Your destiny is to be a king or prime minister in troubled times. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time. You were born in a peaceful and prosperous era. You have a purple energy but nowhere to use it, so your body cannot bear this. The nobility gradually weakened." Nathan observed Robert's face and found that his expression was very calm, so he continued, "It stands to reason that a person with your destiny would not be born in a period of peace and prosperity. If there are any special cases, they will all be jealous of talents and die early. "
When he heard the word "death", Robert lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "Why?"
"Maybe God won't allow you to show up at the wrong time," Nathan looked at the heavy rain outside the car window, "but the way of the world is ruthless, but the way of heaven is kind, and it will always leave people a glimmer of hope."
Robert's eyes fell on the side of the young man's face. Perhaps the practice in the alley had consumed too much of his energy. The young man's face was too pale, and his lips were too pale. He looked innocent and harmless. With his face, no one would have imagined that he would dare to save an innocent girl in front of a knife-wielding gangster and spend so much energy saving people who had nothing to do with him.
His eyes became calm and distant, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If someone had told me this three days ago, I probably wouldn't believe a word."
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