The old storyteller sat behind a table and spoke quickly.
"The bald man, the second leader of the Ax Gang, turned back with a group of people, and looked into the street. Good guy, the alleys on Tianshui Street were empty. There was only a big tiger-skin chair on the cross street, and there was a person sitting in the middle of the chair.
This man was dressed in snow clothes and wearing a mask with a ghost face. His slender body was filled with coldness. An empty street, a chair, and a person all alone stunned the hundreds of gangsters who came back. That night,
The long street was like a bloodbath, and Water Street changed its owner overnight..."
There were not many tea-goers on the entire second floor.
Firstly, it was already getting late, and secondly, there were not many people interested in Li Qiye.
As the saying goes, when people leave, the tea cools down.
Anyone who has never left the city can tell this story in general, so they will naturally lose interest in listening to it. What's more, the most popular person nowadays is undoubtedly Mr. Qingfeng.
A tea guest came up the stairs and asked, "Mr. Song, can you change the stage to Mr. Qingfeng and say "Master Mo" every day without fear of the temple coming to arrest you?!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou. If you want to hear Mr. Qingfeng, you have to listen to me finish this paragraph. That man over there paid for it!" The storyteller handed over to the table in the northwest corner of the second floor and continued, "Yes.
Mr. Mo is really a peerless young man. At that time, I don’t know how many ladies wanted to see him in person..."
At the table in the northwest corner, the demon king Zhuo Yang held the tea cup with his slender fingers, but never brought it to his mouth.
It seemed that he was disturbed by the tea guest, so he came back to his senses, brought the cup to his lips and took a sip.
At this time, the tea has become cold and has no fragrance when it enters the lips, leaving only a bitter taste.
"Master!" Xiliu walked up from downstairs in small steps, stopped beside him, and whispered, "There is news from Sao Feng City!"
"Say!" Zhuo Yang said urgently.
"Yes!" Xiliu didn't dare to neglect, "Mo Li's identity has been 50% confirmed. She is most likely Baili Li, the second daughter of the Baili family. This girl had a pair of strange eyes when she was born, all nine eyes opened...
"
"Wait a minute!" Zhuo Yang raised his palms, "You said she has a pair of strange eyes?!"
"Yes, this girl was different from ordinary people when she was born, with dark purple eyes!" Xi Liu said.
"Go on!" Zhuo Yang's voice couldn't help but tremble.
"This second young lady has an exquisite appearance, but her face was burned in a fire when she was ten years old. Later she became submissive and timid. Last winter, during the summoning ceremony of the Baili family, she was pushed off the cliff. She didn't want to think about the future.
She was not injured at all, but also killed the furious Snow Forest White Tiger with her bare hands, and later divorced the former prince who was engaged to her, and then there was a fire at Baili's house..."
Zhuo Yang raised his palms to stop him from talking, "When is the summoning ceremony?!"
"It should have been around October last year!" Xiliu pondered for a moment, "It was about the same time when you broke through the barrier, suffered a serious blow and fell into coma, and then woke up again!"
Snapped!
The teacup in Zhuoyang's hand shattered at the sound.
"Young Master?!" Xiliu looked at his face worriedly.
"Keep talking!" Zhuo Yang said solemnly.
"Yes! The earliest trace of Mo Li was in Sao Feng City. According to the time calculation, it happened to be after the fire in Baijia. The time from Sao Feng City to Baili Villa is also very consistent! It's just..." Xiyang's eyes showed something.
He looked puzzled, "The second young lady of the Baili family has always been known as a waste, but Mo Li has shown great skills in the Imperial Escort Agency of Sao Feng City. There seems to be something unexplainable about this!"
"Don't forget!" Zhuo Yang loosened his fingers and let the fragments fall from his fingers, "It took more than two months from the time she fell off the cliff to the time of the fire at Baili's house!"