Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Inside the inn, which was so noisy, it turned out to be quiet at this time.

He opened his eyes wide and looked hard at the scene in front of him.

The facts were clearly before their eyes, but the audience was still somewhat in disbelief.

"The dignified elder of the Holy Land of Light, a person who made such a big show, fell down so easily!"

"Even though the Dapeng bird has extraordinary blood and is a rare species, it shouldn't kill the elder so easily."

At the same time as I was filled with surprise and doubt, I also unknowingly looked down upon the Holy Land of Shaking Light.

Everyone shook their heads and lamented that this man was just a scumbag and could not stand being beaten.

There is a lot of pomp and circumstance, but there is not much ability to score points.

Therefore, he was defeated by a strange beast and died sadly.

After a while, someone suddenly woke up and shouted:

"Oh my God!"

"Could it be that the prophecy of that old madman is about to come true, and the ancient forbidden land is destined to be filled with blood and mountains of bones?"

As soon as the words were spoken, there was silence.

Now that the elders of the Shaking Light Holy Land are easily killed by the Peng Bird, who can resist the Peng Bird?

And, the terrifying beast easily destroyed several teams before it appeared!

Is it possible that we still pin our hopes on that strong man from the Jiang family?

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that this person should be similar to the elders of the Shaking Light Holy Land.

If he is defeated, then the remaining person may not be that powerful.

These listeners are not very optimistic about the fate of these monks who broke into the ancient forbidden land.

Even worse than good!

The next moment Li Tong's narration caused them to fall into silence, revealing the expression that this was indeed the case.

"In the primitive mountains, the elders of the Holy Land of Shaking Light have fallen, and many monks are terrified."

"And Ye Hei was even more frightened, feeling emotional about the power of this bird. Just as he was thinking about how to escape from such a dangerous situation, a voice came from his ears."

"The roc bird is like an immortal, never coming to the mortal world. This is its descendant!"

"When I looked back, it was the crazy old man who appeared in the distance at some point."

"Ahhhh..."

"Suddenly, there were another burst of screams, and then someone exclaimed!"

"The Jiang family's sniper car!"

"However, the little hope they had just raised was quickly shattered, because this jade chariot was also running away!"

"The nine-headed golden sniper fled in a hurry like a bereaved dog. A blood-stained old man on the chariot struggled to fight off the savage beast behind him."

"But it was all in vain. A huge beast's claw slammed over like a hill, smashing the chariot to pieces on the spot, crushing the nine-headed golden god sniper into blood mist, and tearing the old man apart!"

"This...how is this possible!"

"Some people took a deep breath, and their hearts felt cold."

"Because this is too crazy and unbelievable. The elders of the Jiang family can't even block the attack of the beast. What kind of powerful creature is this?"

"At the same time, more than a dozen ferocious beasts that dominated the world appeared in various directions. They were all different, but they were all terrifying."

"Surround them all, with no way to go in all directions. The Jiang family will be wiped out in all seven directions in the Yaoguang Holy Land."

"The monks who were following behind and trying to fish in troubled waters were all surrounded. No one could escape, and Ye Hei was naturally among them."

"Seeing such a situation, his heart dropped instantly. He just felt that the old madman's prediction was about to come true."

"The dull depression broke out in an instant, and the killing began."

"Countless rays of evil light fell from the sky and began to massacre the monks. Blood stained the ground red, and countless corpses fell to the ground."

"In just a moment, the mountain forest turned into a Shura field!"

"At this moment, Ye Hei, who was hiding around, saw that the crazy old man was still not far away. He quickly rushed over and grabbed the old man's arm."

"He doesn't know if he can survive if he follows him, but staying where he is is definitely a dead end."

"Maybe grabbing the old man's arm and letting him take him away is the way to survive."

"Just now we have a glimmer of hope to escape from this place."

"The prophecy of the old madman..."

Li Tong paused, lowered his eyes and looked around, and then said quietly in a tone that was like narrating history:

"The prophecy has come true!"

Tsk tsk!

Everyone made a sound of surprise, and at the same time they were wondering what the old madman was capable of.

Also curious, if Ye Hei follows him, can he really escape from here?

Those were more than a dozen extremely ferocious beasts, and none of them were weaker than the golden-winged roc!

"Snapped!"

Just listen to this moment, the gavel claps.

Everyone looked towards the stage in great surprise, and saw Li Tong calmly shaking his folding fan, with the side with the writing on it facing the crowd.

With a matter-of-fact expression on his face, he said softly: "I know what will happen next, and we'll find out next time."

The audience was at a loss, and their foreheads were tangled, as if they were twisted into question marks.

????

What do you mean!

The audience looked at Li Tong again, and the story came to an abrupt end just when it was about to get exciting.

For a moment, everyone felt extremely speechless and helpless.

I thought to myself, you are so famous now, yet you still do this kind of trick to attract people's attention.

I'm not afraid of being slapped when I go out on the street one day.

I'll tie you into a small dark room and make you talk non-stop.

You know, the audience who are addicted to listening to books now do not want to be as ordinary as they were before!

There are also many great gods in the ancient world.

even......

Everyone looked expectantly at the woman in the corner whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Um?"

Seeing that everyone was turning their attention to her, Nuwa, who was wondering whether the savage beasts in the story with a little bit of cultivation could be classified as monsters, frowned.

Then, I saw what they meant.

His brows stretched and he smiled.

He said softly: "Since today is just about storytelling, I won't stay too long and leave early."

After saying that, he stood up slowly and walked.

As he walked, his figure gradually became blurred.

With the Nuwa Empress in the world looking like this, I naturally felt a little disappointed, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Even Empress Nuwa couldn't or wouldn't let Li Tong speak again, so they didn't even think about it.

I could only go home full of doubts and spend the night worrying about it, waiting to come back tomorrow morning.

It only lasts for one night, so I can still get through it...

Just as he was feeling quite lost, a soft voice suddenly seemed to come from the void all around, resounding throughout the inn.

"But Li Xiaoyou, your habit of telling stories out of chapters is a bit bad."

"Although I don't care, there are some people who care about you in the ancient world who are grumpy and impatient to wait."

"You have to be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, there was no more sound.

Li Tong, who was looking at everyone on the stage with a faint smile, his face froze and he was slightly embarrassed.

Then, I heard sounds coming one after another.

"Mr. Li, you have to be more careful!"

Immediately afterwards, there was laughter.

The crowd dispersed and left the inn one after another.

I don't know when I woke up, but Kong Xuan had not completely withdrawn from the state of deducing the avenue.

At this time, he subconsciously stood up and walked out along with the flow of people.

"A grumpy psychic?"

Li Tong shook his head and chuckled.

In the void, there seemed to be a pair of extraordinarily bright eyes that looked at him before disappearing.

"If you can't wait, just come and hurry up."

After muttering, he picked up the flower pot and walked to the backyard.

"At that time, let's see who is more powerful!"

Of course, the venue is limited to the fighting in the inn.

I hope that when that time comes, those who urge him to tell stories will not accuse him of bullying.