"Is it okay to give this heroine some face? It's hard for you to expose me like this, hey, forget it, anyway, I'm a little uncomfortable eating an ugly ghost like you, I guess I'll throw it away if it's cut down and roasted, and it's a good thing to die early, after all, the husband of the king of Yama is estimated to have waited too long, and it's time to meet him. ”

Seeing that the female demon had stopped, Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could rejoice, his stomach began to make trouble again, but unfortunately there was nothing to eat on his body except for the two-color fruit.

Definitely don't dare to move the two-color fruit, the first time I used that kind of great pain is still fresh in my memory, with the current body can't support it at all, maybe the whole body will be broken directly by the powerful power contained in it, that is the real death.

Feng Zi was already sitting on the ground, without any motivation, and it was estimated that the fate of the two had already ended at this moment.

At least I feel good now, the parts on my body are complete, and I won't be discriminated against by ghosts and officials when I get to the underworld, maybe even the Xuan family who once offended him will take a big step forward, and seeing his current situation, maybe there will be some heartache, and the grudge between the two will disappear from then on.

If you don't fight or know each other, maybe you can still succeed in confiding and friends, and with the support of people who do things in the underworld, whether you go to hell or reincarnate, you can get a lot of preferential treatment.

"The ugly ghost shall tell another story, my heroine's hands are shaking, perhaps she is hungry and sick, and now I order you to tell the story until we all starve to death. ”

The black flowers and trees, coupled with the gray mist, give people a depressing feeling, Feng Zi may be too bored, so she shakes her hands to play.

"No, there really isn't this time, how can there be such a story to tell, I'm the same age as you, how much do I have to tell. ”

"This heroine has been fighting in the world for countless years, and everything in the world has been experienced, since you are the same age, there must be a lot of fun things hidden in your stomach, this heroine will order you again, otherwise you understand. ”

Feng Zi picked up the short sword next to him and waved it everywhere, the meaning of the threat was very clear.

"Of course there are stories, but I don't even bother to tell them if you really want to hear them. ”

"What nonsense, hurry up. ”

"I'll tell you the story of three little pigs, or three little pigs, which hints at a simple and exciting truth......

One story, two stories, from three little pigs to a duckling, Chen Yu coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but Feng Zi did not feel distressed, but praised the color of the blood very beautifully.

After all, he is a descendant of the phoenix, and he has a great complex for red, so in order to make the storyteller spit out more, he also deliberately stepped forward to help, and the shooting was crazy.

Or soon to run out, maybe to be the first person to tell a story about death, and suddenly think of a previous movie Titanic, when the ship was about to sink completely, the band players kept playing without going out of tune until the icy sea hit them.

can be one of the two scenes worth remembering in the whole play, and now Chen Yu also has such a tragic feeling, both of which have sacrificed their young lives for art.

I've seen a lot of stories, and I remember that Qing is also those who have adapted movie animations, and there are little matches that sell girls, and I don't know why I still remember this story.

Now the storytelling is completely chaotic, all kinds of characters are messed up, the three little pigs raise the ugly duckling, and slowly begin to grow up, and become Snow White and the three little pigs live happily together, and then Snow White eats too nutritious apples, slowly gains weight, and becomes a strong middle-aged man, and finally that man also writes a lot of fairy tales.

The ending is, of course, open-ended, in order to make every viewer have their own perfect Snow White in their hearts.

In the process of telling the story, he understood a lot of truths and knowledge that he had not paid attention to before, although he was still vomiting blood, Chen Yu felt that it was not too much of a loss, and he was very satisfied with the current situation.

Sure enough, only by wandering in the world of thoughts, can we truly live, even the pain of the body can be forgotten, the only regret is that if we can forget the hunger, what a perfect thing.

The more Feng Zi listened, the more fascinated she became, and even got so excited that she had a nosebleed, probably because the old injury had recurred, admiring the blood red, the whole person was completely confused, and she was inexplicably intoxicated.

It feels like a long time has passed, but the fog in the black forest is still the same, and there is no change at all, and the sky is still invisible.

Even if you see it, it doesn't make much sense, it is estimated that it is either dark, or it is as white as the outside world, and it will definitely not be the blue sky and daytime as before.

If he sees the blue sky and white clouds again, he will definitely be able to make a poem that will be passed down through the ages, but future generations may not have this kind of blessing, which is really a pity.

In the past, Feng Zi was also like a fairy with aura, but now she is not even as good as a beggar, her hair is messed up into a chicken nest, her face is swollen and not human-like, and her clothes are full of black mud, and she has long been unable to look at the gorgeous color style before.

Even Chen Yu, who couldn't move his body, didn't know where to find the strength, so he actually moved a few steps to the side, wanting to distance himself from the crazy woman, otherwise it would affect his appearance after death too much.

He retreated from her, and he didn't know where the bad habit came from, Feng Zi wanted to listen to the storyteller's teachings, of course, he had to close the distance, otherwise it would not feel interesting at all.

As a woman, she has fought in the world for countless years, which time she listened to books was not in the first-class seat, and now of course is no exception, even if she wants to die, the shelf must be opened, she is not an ordinary person.

In the end, of course, Chen Yu was defeated, after all, a whole body was paralyzed, and his hand could barely be raised, that was also a good situation just now, and now moving his fingers is already the greatest effort.

Whenever you hear a sad story, you can break Feng Zile, whenever you hear a happy story, you can break Feng Zile, and whenever the storyteller doesn't speak, you can break Feng Zile.

The two palms were slapped on Chen Yu's back, knocking out the blood in his body, so that the storyteller could then speak happily, as an audience, this was just a gesture.

"Blood, my blood, you are gone from me again, and we will never be separated. ”

It's probably that there are too many stories, and even the words are a little exaggerated, but it's also a confession, how much respect you have for the blood.

A world that only belongs to two people, even in a place like a hell scene, Feng Zi was very warm-hearted, and even had a feeling of hating to marry, but unfortunately there were no humans around, otherwise it didn't matter if it was the same woman, it just held a ceremony to have fun.

Mr. Storyteller is a tool, in addition to the usefulness of the voice, how can it be like a person, I don't know, why did I listen to slander just now, otherwise a roast leg has been completed.

(End of chapter)