Legend of the Gu Demon

Hearing this, the man spoke with some difficulty, and tightened his grip on the reward in his hand.

"I'm afraid so..."

"I just confirmed it, it's true..."

"That person is none other than the 'Blue Thunder Demon Lord' himself..."

Bang!

After hearing this, the storyteller slumped down on the backrest behind him, as if he had no energy at all.

Slowly closing your eyes, you can recall the inhuman deeds of the Blue Thunder Demon Lord...

The thought of Cang Lei Demon Lord's methods made his eyelids tremble slightly, and the fear was self-evident!

"How come my little shop attracts the Blue Thunder Demon Lord?!"

"Thankfully I was chatting with him just now, and we were talking so happily!"

"I scolded Demon Lord Cang Lei like that, but he actually couldn't express his joy or anger!"

"How could there be such a person?!"

Thinking of this, the storyteller felt a strong sense of despair in his heart, and gave birth to a bit of death intention.

For a moment, it seemed that he was driven by the desire to survive, and a vague hope flashed in his eyes.

"No, maybe Cang Lei Demon Lord didn't notice us?!"

"After all, we didn't know his true identity and we entertained him!"

"If he had any conscience in his heart, maybe he would leave after eating?!"

"As long as he is gone, we will be safe!"

Thinking of this, the storyteller's eyes felt like there was a hint of joy that would last a lifetime.

"Yes! Just do it!"

"It's best to pretend you don't know anything for now, and then give him a bottle of wine when the time comes, and let me pay for the meal!"

"Maybe this will prevent him from having any ill feelings toward us!"

"Perhaps on a whim, we will be spared!"

"Yes! Just do it! This way you will definitely survive!"

Afterwards, the hope in the storyteller's eyes grew stronger.

At this moment, his desire to survive was greater than anything else!

Suddenly, when he raised his head, he was stunned on the spot, with a few tears in his eyes...

It was a portrait. The woman on it looked calmly with cold eyes, holding a seven-foot Qingfeng sword. She was dressed in white and fluttering, as if she was an immortal!

This man is a storyteller, and he is even familiar with it!

She is the Cold Heart Swordsman...

The storyteller stared blankly at the portrait of the swordsman Han Xin, the tears in his eyes became brighter.

Bang!

Suddenly, the storyteller fell to his knees, clasped his hands and put his head on the ground, so disrespectful!

He even said that he was worried that Ning Chen outside the door would hear him, so he could only speak silently in his heart,

The storyteller raised his head and saw some blood stains on his forehead.

Even so, it is still difficult to hide the hope in his bright eyes.

Put your hands together, slowly close your eyes, and whisper to yourself,

"Lord Han Xin Sword Master... I am now facing a desperate situation of life and death..."

"If you, the old man, have seen all this in the spirit of heaven, I hope you will appear and wish us through this difficult time!!"

"Really please!!!"

After saying this, the storyteller slowly opened his eyes and took a closer look.

Astonishingly, the Han Xin swordsman in the portrait seemed to have some pity in his eyes.

That cold Shengxian, Youruo Jinglan's eyes actually seemed to have a hint of pity,

The candlelight in front of the portrait also flickered slightly and beat continuously, as if it was caused by the anger in Han Xin Sword Master's heart...

But no one knows whether this scene is the storyteller's illusion...

When the storyteller saw this, most of the fear in his heart was washed away, as if he had taken a reassurance, and he felt calm.

After a few breaths, there was a faint smile on the storyteller's lips.

He stood up and sat there again, holding up the tea cup. He was no longer as scared as before.

"Sir...do you have any countermeasures?"

After hearing this, the storyteller smiled lightly, but it seemed a little bitter.

"...There's no countermeasures to speak of...it can only be regarded as a few plans to survive..."

"...Really?"

"I see..."

Somehow, the man seemed to understand the storyteller's intention and slowly retreated...

The cold sun is high and the cold current is gradually disappearing,

The bowls and chopsticks are stacked against each other, and the glasses of wine are intertwined.

Ningchen casually pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the oil stains around his mouth.

Black eyes quietly glanced around, and before he could call the waiter, he saw a figure hurriedly walking towards the kitchen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing that most of the dishes on the table had been wiped out, he chuckled and started teasing,

"Hey! Sir, have you eaten yet?!"

"Eat it, it tastes good!"

When Ningchen saw this, he chuckled and gave his own evaluation.

When the storyteller saw this, the smile on his face became even stronger. He waved his hand and flapped his sleeves.

"Okay! Just eat it!"

"I had a very enjoyable chat with the guest officer today, so today's meal will be in the hands of the villain!"

When Ningchen heard this, he frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes.

"Um?"

"Hey! Sir, don't refuse!"

"I don't seek wealth or honor in this small shop. I just want to meet the destined people in the world, and by the way, I want to accompany Lord Hanxin Sword Master!"

"If the guest officer still wants to pay, that would be really outrageous!"

The storyteller clapped his chest with his big hand and spoke extremely boldly and openly!

When Ningchen saw this, he smiled softly and arched his hands slightly.

"Then I can't stand my brother's enthusiasm!"

"In that case, I can only climb to the top of Jiange Mountain and tell my brother what I saw!"

The storyteller laughed happily when he saw this, and he looked very happy.

"Hahaha!"

"That's good, that's good!"

After saying that, the storyteller bent down and prepared to clean up the dishes, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

However, as soon as he attached himself, he felt that the back of his neck was tightly strangled and he couldn't move at all!

Suddenly, the storyteller's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to stand up but couldn't, so he had to force his head to turn away.

But he saw Ning Chen's dark eyes were as quiet as the abyss, his words were as cold as ice, and he smiled playfully,

"Do you really think that if you do this? I will let you go?"

"Do you really think I didn't hear your discussion in the kitchen?"

When the storyteller heard this, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his heart. He no longer had any hope and fell into a dead silence.

"Master Hanxin Sword Master..."

Ning Chen smiled gently, as if he admired his fear very much.

"I seem to have noticed that you prayed to the slave of Master Hanxin Sword Master!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Don't worry, Master Hanxin Sword Master is dead, and you are going to accompany her soon!"

Before the storyteller could react, bright electric sparks were reflected in his eyes...

Boom! ! !

For a moment, at the foot of Jiange Mountain, there was lightning and thunder!

......

Ningchen slowly walked out of the hut and put on his hat again.

Suddenly, his black eyes sank slightly and looked at his palm, and he saw that his palm was soaked with blood.

But Ningchen was not surprised at all, he smiled faintly and walked forward slowly...