"More than two months, from waste to strong man?!" Xiliu obviously still didn't believe it.
"Since she is a strong person, she will always be a strong person wherever she goes!" Zhuo Yang took a deep breath, "She likes to use daggers and hidden weapons, right?!"
"That's right! Li Li doesn't seem to like using long weapons and always likes to use short blades. In addition to the strange monsters on her body, she also likes to use hidden weapons like silver needles. I don't know where these things come from after this famous family.
Come learn from me!" At this point, Xiliu looked at Zhuoyang with a bit of surprise, "How did you know that?!"
In the past, General Yi and him were responsible for all affairs in the Ming Dynasty. Because of the inconvenience of summons, they only conveyed some important matters to the king, and the king did not know the specific details.
"I've been listening to her story for a few days. It's hard to figure it out!" There was an indescribable flavor in Zhuoyang's voice, and he was obviously trying to suppress something.
"Sigh, what a pity!" The storyteller sighed long and exaggeratedly, "At this moment, a witness suddenly came up and testified that there is indeed a monster in Mo Li's body, and that Mr. Mo is really one of the human beings.
Long, at this moment, was still calm in the face of the threat. He just looked at the person coming from a distance and said coldly, "Take off your hat, I want to see who you are?!" Don't tell me, that witness
She was so thick-skinned that she actually took off her hat and showed her face. Mr. Mo looked at the man's face and was filled with surprise. She never thought that the person who betrayed her turned out to be an acquaintance!"
Snap!
The storyteller dropped the wake tree heavily on the table.
"If you want to know who this person is, please listen to the explanation next time!"
In mid-air, a golden thread flashed.
There was a soft sound, and a golden ingot landed steadily on the table above the storybook.
"Go on!"
At the table in the northwest corner, Zhuo Yang's voice contained a domineering tone that could not be refused.
The storyteller glanced at the gold on the table, and a golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stuffed the gold into his sleeves with trembling fingers. He did not dare to neglect, and immediately continued his story.
"That man, dressed in smart clothes and with a handsome face, is none other than a Taixue student, the last member of the fourth team to participate in the trial, and one of Mr. Mo's subordinates - Yi Yang!" The storyteller said.
He shook his head and sighed, "They say it's hard to guard against domestic thieves. Mr. Mo looked at that man's face and smiled angrily. His purple eyes were full of self-mockery!"
Zhuo Yang was shocked, "Is what sir said true?!"
The storyteller has been asking this storyteller to talk about Mo Li these past few days. This is the first time he heard about Mo Li being executed by the temple in the Guangming Palace.
He knew that General Yi had entered Taixue and that he was undergoing trials with the army, but he never thought that he would use the pseudonym "Yi Yang".
"This master!" The storyteller saluted him with cupped fists, "This is what we eat. Naturally, we go wherever there is excitement. I went to the Guangming Hall in person that day, and I went there very early in the morning.
I occupied a place not far from the presiding desk. I could hear and see all these conversations very clearly. I tell you, there is not a single word wrong!"
"Mo Li...what did Mr. Mo say later!" Zhuo Yang asked anxiously.
The storyteller has such sharp eyesight that he could tell at a glance that Zhuo Yang was an unusual person, and he did not dare to talk nonsense. "At first, Mr. Mo asked with a smile, 'You are following me after the smell of orchids, right?'" Jian Yi
Yang didn't say anything, and he asked again, "You want me to die?!'"
Zhuo Yang clenched his fists, with a rare nervousness in his tone, "Then...how should Yi Yang answer?!"