"... Then Mr. Wei took Yuan'er and Zhang San out of the capital and went straight to Shuzhou!"
"Dear readers, that's all for today. If you want to know what happens next..."
The storyteller slapped the tree in his hand heavily on the table, making a muffled sound.
"Let's hear the explanation next time!"
"Thank you all for coming! Thank you for the rewards!"
"..."
The storyteller announced the completion, but everyone in the teahouse stopped working.
"What? Is this the end? Keep talking!!"
"That's right! Isn't the fox demon going to follow? Where is he?"
"Yes! And Xiao Feng, what happened to him?!"
"Speak quickly! The reward is huge!"
Suddenly, countless copper plates and broken silver flew into the small copper furnace in front of the storyteller, making a crisp sound of "ding bells and bang bangs".
However, there are also some grumpy men who are more direct and slap the various weapons on their waists onto the table with a "snap".
There are swords, hammers, axes, sticks... the most exaggerated thing is a big knife, which is actually one foot long!
The storyteller trembled when he saw this scene, but he still said bravely:
"Everyone, there is really no more today."
"Young man has been talking for more than a month, and he needs to rest his voice..."
"Have a rest!"
The man holding the big knife interrupted with an angry shout: "Tell me now! Otherwise you won't be able to be a man!"
"ah?"
The storyteller shrank his neck with a pale face, and looked at the other heroes as if he was asking for help.
Fortunately, other people understood the situation and spoke to the rescue one after another:
"Forget it, what if we just let him rest for half a day?"
"What I'm saying is that I haven't heard such a good story for a long time. Good things come in hard times!"
"Put away your knife quickly! Don't scare sir!"
"Yes, yes! My green stem sword is enough!"
"..."
After hearing what everyone said, the man with the knife finally reluctantly took the knife back, but his words were still reluctant.
"Hmph! It's okay if you don't talk about it today, but you have to tell us first what it will be called next time?"
Motivated by the man's move, everyone immediately agreed:
"Yes, yes! Just tell me, little sir!"
"If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of here today!"
"Have you seen this silver ingot? If you tell me, it's yours, if you don't tell me, it's gone."
"..."
"Ahem! Then I'll tell you in advance..."
Forced into desperation, the storyteller finally agreed to the request with a dry cough.
His face looked more serious and his eyes scanned the surroundings.
The teahouse slowly became quiet, and then a clear voice slowly sounded.
"Drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman, awake with a murderous sword in hand."
"We don't ask for the city wall, but we ask for the right to kill."
"Dear readers, what we are going to talk about next time is..."
The storyteller paused for a moment, then spoke loudly word by word:
"Soaring upward, ninety thousand miles!"
Wow!
It was as refreshing as being caught in a heavy rain, and there was an uproar in the teahouse.
However, when everyone came back to their senses and looked again, the storyteller had disappeared, and the small copper stove filled with reward money disappeared with him.
Although the person disappeared, the last words lingered around for a long time.
Soaring upward, ninety thousand miles.
…
Early the next morning, the teahouse was full of people.
It's just that everyone waited for a long time, but the storyteller who should have arrived long ago did not show up.
"Boy! What's going on? Why hasn't Mr. Storyteller come yet?!"
"Yes! I've smashed a plate full of melon seeds!"
"I don't think you want to open this store!"
"Where's my knife?"
"..."
Amidst the scolding, the boy with a towel on his shoulders ran out in a panic, bent down and rubbed his hands with a nervous look on his face:
"Masters, he, he may not come today..."
"What the hell?! Not coming???"
"Speak clearly to me!!"
"Fuck! I've been waiting for a long time in vain!"
"Everyone, let's do it! Let him destroy the store!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
All kinds of weapons were taken out again, while the boy was wailing and using his hands and feet to stop him.
"Everyone, gentlemen! What does it have to do with our teahouse if he doesn't come?"
"Stop smashing it! Stop smashing it!"
"..."
While there was chaos in the teahouse, in a small courtyard not far from here, the storyteller was pulling his hair and feeling distressed.
Where should I start?
Oops, I’m so troubled, I really can’t think of anything!
No... take a day off?
Will he be chopped off?
The storyteller was frightened again when he thought of the three-foot-long sword.
but……
do not care!
So what if I just take a day off!
Lang Lang Qian Kun, can they really kill me?!
Now that he had made up his mind, the storyteller instantly relaxed and lay back on the bed.
However, after lying there for a while, he felt bored and wanted to have some fun.
You finally have a day off, what should you do?
I heard that there are a few newcomers who are good at singing and dancing coming to Manchun Tower?
or……
"Whoosh!"
The storyteller immediately got out of bed, grabbed a handful of reward money from the copper stove, and hurriedly opened the door.