After saying "Brother", he almost killed Luo Lei on the spot.

She couldn't help but trembled her shoulders, as if she wanted to laugh.

But the more goose bumps that I felt raised all over my body were disgusting.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you have today too!"

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou, who was completely unable to resist under the tyranny of his senior storytelling, Luo Leilei felt relieved while sympathizing with him on the other hand.

She knew how powerful the young man in front of her was.

This is true in Tianxuan Gate.

The same is true when I entered the white cave and the ancient book space of the storyteller's predecessors.

But now, when an identity is exposed, even a wave cannot flap up in front of the storyteller, and is directly suppressed.

  …

“Oh ~”

The storyteller was extremely comfortable by this shout.

He enjoyed it for a long time before he spoke: "So, Brother Wenming, since you really want to know, people will tell you."

"External incarnation..."

The storyteller blew a breath of heat, his voice full of temptation, "Do you want to learn?"

"I don't want to!!!"

Xu Xiaoshou almost lost his soul on the spot. He even got red in his ears, and he didn't know why.

But can this sentence "I don't want to" really be said?

“Don’t you want to learn?”

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou who was hesitant, the storyteller suddenly looked stern and said heavily: "This is an external incarnation that only half-saints can master. They are optimistic about you, so they want to teach you!"

"think……"

Xu Xiaoshou was about to cry and said helplessly: "People...ah! I really want to learn..."

Luo Lei almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

What did you hear just now?

Xu Xiaoshou, was almost homogenized?

"Yeah, that's right!"

The storyteller finally let go of Xu Xiaoshou's shoulders, turned around, moved his lotus steps lightly, and came to him.

"People know that you actually want to learn, but if you want others to teach you, there must be a prerequisite..."

"What's the premise?" Xu Xiao asked.

"You want to go with someone."

The storyteller stretched out his green jade fingers, tapped Xu Xiaoshou's chest, and opened his red lips and said, "I know that my brother likes you very much, but now, I like you very much."

"So, if you want to learn, you have to make sure you go with others in the end. As for the future... you can't be taken away by your brother, do you know?"

Looking at the man in front of him, he has to be close to his body.

Xu Xiaoshou, who felt the power of restraint, could not even take a step back.

He could only try his best to lean back his soul and asked with difficulty: "Brother, who? The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

The storyteller's close-fitting movement suddenly condensed, and his eyes became more funny.

"You guy, you're all here, you dare to mess with someone else's words?"

"Do you really think that people have forgotten what you have done just now?"

"Uh..." Xu Xiaoshou's face froze, as if he had no intention of this at all, and asked again: "I'm just curious about what to do with it."

"Don't you want to know why I last longer than tears?"

He said, turning his eyes to Lorelei and said, "It is because I met an uncle before, and he gave me a classic."

Lorelei's face turned dark.

He has not spoken yet, and the storyteller is obviously interested in it.

“What classics?”

"Sword Viewing Classic!"

Xu Xiaoshou finally felt the curious eyes of normal people in the face of the storyteller, and felt relieved, and continued:

"The uncle saved my life. Seeing that I was of great qualifications, he gave me an ancient book, which is the "Sword Viewing Classic"."

After saying that, Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes still fell on Luo Leilei.

But the secret "perception" is always observing the storyteller's reaction.

“Sword Viewing Classic…”

The storyteller showed doubts in his eyes, "The Eighth Sword Immortal's own "Sword Viewing Classic"?"

"right."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded, and a little more surprised in his heart.

Could it be that you guessed wrong?

That sloppy uncle, who is not the same person as the head of the Holy Slave?

“What does he look like?”

The storyteller frowned. It was obvious that at this time, his brother's affairs had suppressed all other matters at this moment.

"Sloppy, long hair, oily body, and a big sack..."

Xu Xiaoshou said while observing the reaction. Seeing that there was no feedback, he thought in his eyes and said, "Eight fingers, there is a big scar on his neck."

The storyteller's pupils trembled in a dark way.

If Xu Xiaoshou had not been "sensitized" and had a keen sense, he would not have even observed this small detail.

He immediately glanced at the information bar.

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

“Attacked, passive value, +1.”

Suspect?

Xu Xiaoshou was in a state of silence.

What does this mean? What are the storytellers doubt?

Do you doubt the truth or falsehood of your words?

Or do you doubt the identity of that sloppy uncle?

Or maybe because of his own words, he has doubts about his so-called "brother"?

"You are lying to others!" The storyteller suddenly said confidently.

"Won't."

Xu Xiaoshou immediately shook his head like a rattle, his eyes sincerely, "I, Xu Xiaoshou, never lie!"

“Ahhhhh!”

Luo Leilei on one side spat and said anxiously: "Senior Storytelling, don't believe his evil. If there are nine and a half of this guy's ten sentences, it's already very good if there are nine or a half sentences in this guy's ten sentences!"

Black thread emerged on Xu Xiaoshou's forehead.

Let’s cheat people!

You little girl, don’t let me catch Xu Xiaoshou!

Otherwise, you will look good!

"whee……"

The storyteller's eyes turned, and his eyes became even more interested.

“Beloved, passive value, +1.”

“Beloved, passive value, +1.”

“…”

Xu Xiaoshou saw these messages and was full of muggles.

Sure enough, the next second, the storyteller said, "Little brother, I am getting more and more curious about you~"

"so."

He paused and thought, "They can leave the blame for everything in front of you, and you don't have to worry about them killing you."
To be continued...