The storyteller looked at me in shock and whispered: "Little girl, this leader of the Yu League is really awesome. How dare you...forget it, little girl is not sensible and won't care about you." After he finished speaking,
He quietly glanced around, as if he had a guilty conscience.
The storyteller corrected his tone and added: "It is said that the leader of the Yu Renmen League is a promiscuous man, with as many beautiful concubines as the clouds, and is covered with rain and dew..."
"Uncle, that is definitely not a human being, because he is a breeding pig!" After saying that, I laughed rudely.
When everyone heard what I said, they gasped in unison, probably because they didn't expect that I, who is so beautiful, would laugh out loud with such an imageless temperament.
Seeing everyone's stupidity, I couldn't help but laugh out loud again. It's more interesting outside than in the village. I don't have to face that smelly old man every day. The world is so wonderful.
"Who, who is it? Who touched my face just now, and it made me so jealous!!" My smile froze. It was not my imagination. Just now, someone took advantage of my arrogant smile and looked down on me.
This has never happened to me since my debut.
Who is this person? His martial arts skills are so high that he can be treated lightly without me even realizing it. It’s really abominable!!
"She has skin as thick as gel and smooth hands. She is indeed a beauty. Let's go and follow our leader back to the Yuren League. From now on, you will be our leader's personal maid. Remember, come out within a quarter of an hour, otherwise we will take action and you will be killed."
Life will be difficult." A voice as thin as a gnat rang in my ears.
I was stunned, and I scanned the teahouse with my eyes, but I didn't find anything wrong. Everyone looked at me dumbfounded, as if they had never seen such a rude woman like me, and looked in disbelief.
Just now I seemed to be shouting loudly, someone was being scornful of me. No wonder these people were staring at me like I was looking at a monster. They must not have thought that I looked sweet, but I was roaring like a lion from the east of the river. Moreover, I was being scorned, and I was yelling loudly, lest the world would not know.
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I quickly returned to normal, pretending as if nothing had happened, and said to the storyteller, "Uncle, you go on, I have something else to do. I'll take my leave. I'll come back next time to listen to uncle tell stories."
This is the style of a chivalrous woman. I want them to know that I am a woman who can lift and let go, and I am a hero among women.
Under the eyes of everyone, I walked out of the teahouse in a panic.
As soon as I walked out of the teahouse, I was already being pinched by someone's hand. I wanted to turn around to see what the other person looked like, and whether he really didn't look like a human being as the storyteller just said...