"Telling a story can wake up the owner?"

Ryoma leaned back slightly, feeling very curious.

He walked around, startling Mo Dahai and the others.

Subsequently, Ryoma attached to Qingxi's ear and said, "Master, I will also tell stories, once, there was a little white dragon, his name was Little White ......"

This story is told by Ryoma during the time when he stayed in the Thunder Dragon Valley and listened to Lei Xiaoga.

Although I don't know why Lei Xiaoga was moved to tears when he told this story.

But in Ryoma's opinion, the story is definitely good.

So, he began to tell.

Soon after, the little King Kong ape couldn't bear it anymore and jumped into Qingxi's ear.

"Master, my grandfather told a story called "The Monkey Fishing for the Moon", I think it's very good, I'll tell you about it now. ”

When the others saw this, they looked at each other.

Could it be that through storytelling, Qingxi can really wake up?

"I've heard a heartfelt story. ”

Mingyue walked over to the table.

Her story is that of a white-haired girl who falls in love with a beast.

Compared with the roughness of Ryoma and Xia Dang, Mingyue's voice is pleasant, even the people around him can listen to it with relish.

It wasn't until half an hour later that it finally ended.

After that, it's the turn of the breeze.

Bai Jing, Bai Wuji, Li City Lord and others also felt that they should make a contribution.

So, they all lined up, waiting to tell Qingxi a story.

Mu Yue and Qiu Yingying glanced at each other and felt that this approach was very strange.

But at the same time, I also found it interesting.

After Bai Wuxian and the others, they also began to tell stories, trying to wake up Qingxi.

In the back, even Mo Dahai and others plucked up the courage to stand aside and tell the story.

Due to the large number of people present, there are men and women, old and young, and the span is very large.

The content of the story ranges from fairy tales to fantasy, from conspiracy to harem, from cultivation to hegemony.

Qingxi heard everyone's voices, her mood fluctuated, and she even wanted to hit someone.

"What kind of sin have I created!"

"I'm going to lie here and listen to your stories. ”

Although he has been complaining in his heart, he also knows that everyone is for his good, so he can only listen honestly to show respect.

The crowd went from morning to dusk, and then into the night, and never stopped.

Qingxi was on the verge of collapse.

But when he thought that everyone was doing it for his good, he could only continue to listen.

In the second half of the night.

Xia Dang found that Qingxi still didn't react, and scratched his head.

It stands to reason that so many people take turns telling stories that even the dead can tell them alive.

But now, why didn't it work?

He couldn't figure it out.

"Oh, I remember, in addition to telling stories, you can also talk from the heart!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Xia Dang remembered this method.

He led them out of the main hall.

Subsequently, only one or two people can enter at a time.

Because they were talking from the heart, Bai Jing and other unfamiliar people left with City Lord Li with interest.

"Big brother, you are the person I admire the most!"

"Do you know, once I had a dream, that is, to marry the most beautiful saint, to take the most concubines, to have a full house of children and grandchildren, and to have a happy family...... But now, you're down, and you can't do it alone!"

Xia Dang stood beside Qingxi and said what was in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will arrange a saint for you in the future!"

Qingxi naturally believed in Xia Dang and secretly made up her mind.

Not long after, Xia Dang's eyes were slightly red and he walked out of the main hall, and said to Ryoma and the little King Kong ape, "You two still haven't gone in?"

"What I usually say is what I say from my heart, what can I say when I go in?"

Ryoma was chewing on an elixir and was speechless.

The little King Kong ape held up a big chicken leg and said, "Xiao Huang, don't tell lies!"

"If you talk to your eldest brother like this, I'm afraid you'll make him angry to death!"

Xia Dang pursed his lips and called Qingfeng and Mingyue in.

A moment later, beside Qingxi.

Qingfeng said: "Senior brother, in fact, from the first day I saw you, I felt that you were very kind, so when Master asked me to fight with you that day, I kept my hand, otherwise, you at that time would definitely not be able to beat me." ”

Mingyue glanced at Qingfeng and said, "Do you want to be angry with Senior Brother?"

She turned to look at Qingxi, who had closed her eyes tightly and was breathless, and slowly spoke.

"Actually, I've always liked my brother. ”

As soon as these words came out, Qingfeng looked shocked, as if he had lost something.

As for Qingxi, he also felt incredulous.

But then, Mingyue changed her words: "However, as I have more contact with my senior brother, I found that my liking for my senior brother is in terms of family affection, and sometimes, I even think that you are better than my brother and better than my brother." ”

"Sister, what you say is a little hurtful!"

Qingfeng whispered, his eyes a little aggrieved.

Mingyue was slightly stunned and said, "Why are these words hurtful? I am telling the truth, and it is beneficial to my senior brother." ”

Qingfeng didn't speak, but his heart became more bitter.

"What you say, don't hurt my brother, hurt me!"

Qingfeng thought about it, and his face became more and more sad.

Not long after, Xia Dang found that Mingyue walked out of the hall with a relaxed face.

It's a breeze, as if it's a little aggrieved.

However, he didn't ask the reason, but looked at the third daughter of Muyue and said, "What about you?"

Wang Shuiling sat on the stone steps and waved his hand: "I don't have much intersection with Qingxi, so I don't have much to say." ”

As she spoke, Qiu Yingying, who was silent, had already stepped into the hall with a sharp sword on her back.

She closed the door and stood quietly beside Qingxi.

However, she never spoke, as if she was brewing something.

Qingxi is also waiting.

Until sunrise in the east, Qiu Yingying still did not speak.

She stood there looking at Qingxi for two hours.

"You are my junior brother after all!"

In the end, Qiu Yingying dropped these words and left.

Qingxi's heart was full of surprise, and he said secretly: "I stood for two hours, just to say this?"

After savoring this sentence, his expression changed slightly.

"You're always a brother!"

"That's what it means, right?"

"So, Senior Sister held back for two hours, just to scold me?"

Qingxi's mood seemed to be crushed by a heavy hammer, which was very unpleasant.

At this moment, a shadow walked into the main hall.

There was a "squeak" and the door shut.

Mu Yue sat beside Qingxi, looking at this face that was more handsome than before, and her beautiful eyes revealed a color of admiration that she had never seen before.

But this look is fleeting.

She sat there, not knowing for a moment how to exit.

Qingxi was also waiting curiously.

In fact, he and Muyue don't have much to do with each other.

When we first met, it was still at the Eastern Regions Heroes Meeting.

Between the two, it has always been as plain as water.

Seemingly, there is nothing to say.

At the same time, what Mu Yue thought in her heart also coincided with Qingxi.

If she likes Qingxi, but even she can't find a reason.

But for some reason, whenever I saw Qingxi and stood beside him, I always had a special and strange feeling.

Makitsuki didn't know if it was like.

But if it's not like, then what is?

Qingxi's mood at this time was the same.

The others stood beside him, and he didn't have any special feelings.

But whenever Mu Yue was around, he always felt as if the world was quiet.

Between the two, there seems to be an invisible thread.

PS: What do you like? Some people say that it is vigorous, the mountain alliance and the sea oath, and some people say that it is the moon before the flowers, and it is the same joys and sorrows. Perhaps, it is just a special indescribable feeling, which can be the two of them watching the clouds together, walking all over the cape, and reading the plainness and leisure after reading a thousand sails. Perhaps, plain is true!