"What the hell are you talking about?" Cheng Zhiyi looked confused.
In the audience, Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen, and the fat white guys all had black lines on their faces.
Others don’t understand what Ye Wuse is saying, of course they understand. What kind of storytelling book Ye Wuse read this time? Is there anything more heartbreaking and bloody than this? Who wrote it? Is it for me
Stand out, I promise not to beat you to death.
"Don't you understand? Then I'll tell you again. It's just a man, a woman, a childhood sweetheart. They were about to get married, but a misunderstanding happened. Good things happened so hard. Both of them were strong-willed, one refused to ask the other one refused to ask.
He said, and then he had finally eliminated the misunderstanding, and the woman became blind again, and then..." Ye Wuse said in detail.
"Stop talking, stop talking, I understand!" Cheng Zhiyi felt chills.
Once you understand the beginning, you won’t need Ye Wuse to say more about what comes later, and it’s easy to relate it.
Just as he thought about it, his hair stood up all over his body, and goosebumps fell down layer by layer. What a bloody story? Who wrote it? Stand up for me, I promise not to beat you to death! Chengzhi
Yi's heart roared like Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen and others.
In the audience, the audience from both countries were also in a cold sweat. I thought that fat white man was already weird enough, and there was one more weird here.
"Then I'll tell you one more?" Ye Wuse said.
"Are you here to compete or tell a story?" Cheng Zhiyi said impatiently.
"Of course I'm here to compete, but you don't know. As I tell such a story, I feel sad. The sadder I am, the more powerful it is." Ye Wuse said seriously.
"The harder it is, the more powerful it is?" Cheng Zhiyi looked at Ye Wuse with a strange look and suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, where is this an idiot? I am lucky to meet such an idiot.
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"I knew you wouldn't believe it, but it doesn't matter. When you lose, you will believe how great I am to feel sad." Ye Wuse slowly pulled out the long sword with his right hand, gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his left hand, and sighed,
"What is love in the world? It makes people agree with you."
After sighing, he added, "I read it right, this is what the book really says."
"Hahahaha, I'm so funny, this guy is so funny." At this moment, even the Guanghua people in the audience couldn't help laughing wildly.
As for the audience in Xinghua Kingdom, they wanted to laugh, were worried, and were ashamed, and they were all embarrassed to lift their heads.
"Okay, then let me see how powerful you are!" Cheng Zhiyi finally resisted the laughter, drew out his long sword and attacked Ye Wuse.
The sword light shone, and thousands of cold stars suddenly appeared, like a blizzard. What is amazing is that the snowflakes are either as fast as meteors or as flying catkins, which are strange and unpredictable and mysterious.
"What a wonderful sword technique!" A saint of Guanghua exclaimed in surprise with wide eyes.
Cheng Zhiyi's sword is actually not very fast and its power is not very strong, but it is infinitely varied. Its exquisiteness and mystery are probably difficult to match many low-grade soul saints.
"Ye Wuse is dead, and his tears are very prescient." The other Guanghua people were excited.
"Firecrackers, hurry up, prepare..." The head of the family said with an excited look. He had prepared the firecrackers several times, but he had never had a chance.
"Yes, Lord Master." The servant who had just been kicked quickly took out the flint.