In the teahouse, there will never be a shortage of not the boss, but the storyteller on the storyteller.

Recently, Mo Han, who has been busy with his own happiness, has not recruited new storytellers, and the original three excellent storytellers here are not in the Phantom City, so there are fewer and fewer people who come to listen to books.

It's just that the guests standing in the audience now, such as people like the principal, feel that things are wrong.

"You're finally lamenting." This voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and the principal was slightly stunned, and subconsciously turned away.

Now there may not be as many people listening to books as before, but the number of guests who come to drink tea is gradually increasing, which is a good phenomenon and a bad phenomenon, the principal has been looking for a long time in the group of guests behind him, but he still has not been able to find the owner of the voice just now.

He knew he was here, and it wasn't far from him, but he just couldn't find it.

The only thing that could keep him looking away was a young man with a stone tablet on his back, he was dressed in black, but there were so many people in Phantom City who wore black, so the headmaster couldn't say that there was any discomfort in his dress.

"The person you are looking for is free now, go to him, if you miss today, maybe you won't have a chance in the future, because the person you are looking for doesn't like to see you." The voice rang out again as the headmaster hesitated to get any closer to the boy.

Because the headmaster had been paying attention to the boy just now, he was sure that he didn't speak at all just now, just sipping his tea alone.

He came here today to see Bai Mo, no matter who the owner of the voice was, and no matter what he told him for this, the principal decided to believe his words and go to Bai Mo quickly.

Just as he was about to ask about Bai Mo's office, a beautiful woman in ancient costumes, there was a sudden burst of cheers in the hall.

Looking in the direction of the voice, the headmaster happened to see the person he was looking for today approaching.

Bai Mo, who was dressed in white casual clothes and looked like a handsome teenager, cooperated with her bodyguard and husband, pouting and greeting everyone with a perfect smile, and then stepped onto the high platform under the surprised gaze of the principal.

"What are they doing here?" Pulling over one of the guests beside him, the headmaster asked with a shocked expression.

Because his momentum was a little scary, the guest trembled for a long time before answering her question: "What else can you do on the storytelling table besides telling stories?" ”

"That's right." The headmaster sighed faintly, and let go of the person he had grabbed with him.

He could hear that when the man fled from him, he was still complaining that he was nervous, he didn't care about this statement, all he cared about was that now that Bai Mo was on the storyteller, he had no way to find her immediately to explain his intentions, so that Yin Xi in the fifth school would have to wait for a lot of more time......

"Are you worried about that flower?" As his heart grew more and more alarmed, the voice sounded strangely again.

The headmaster frowned, he still didn't know where the man was, but the man seemed to see all his thoughts, but he could feel that the man had no ill intentions, so he wasn't the slightest bit annoyed by what he said.

"A beautiful flower that everyone should love." The principal's answer was taken for granted, but he did not admit his deep feelings.

His tone was indeed very much like that of a qualified headmaster, exhorting people not to harm weak and beautiful creatures.

Of course, he also knew very well that he did not have what it took to be a good principal.

"Hehe, your name is Shuo Yu, right, you have been deceiving yourself, there is a better road to walk in front of you, why do you choose that old road?" The old way of giving everything for love, expecting a return, but knowing that there is no return.

"I don't know how you know my name, but it's been a long time since anyone called it, and I don't want to carry it." The principal shook his head slightly, walked to the costume beauty at the counter, and ordered the phoenix single flush.

Another beautiful woman in ancient costume took her to sit down in a special position, and after a while, the tea master came over with a tea tray, and she came with Mo Xuan.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, the principal beckoned Mo Xuan to sit down, and just as he was about to say something, Mo Xuan threw an invitation letter to him first, and then said unhappily: "Principal, I thought you would figure it out and not come to the young master." ”

"I ......"

"Shuo Yu, you think everything is too simple, once you carry some things, unless you die, you will never be liberated." Just as the principal was about to apologize, the voice rang out again.

The headmaster was stunned that the owner of the voice could still speak at this time, and his eyes looked directly at Mo Xuan, only to see his gray eyes quickly looking in a certain direction.

Mo Xuan, as expected, could determine who the speaker was at a glance.

The headmaster followed his gaze clearly, but happened to see the young man with the stone tablet on his back that he saw now, who was raising his glass to greet Mo Xuan at this moment.

"Yin Zhi, long time no see." His dark eyes flashed, and Mo Xuan responded indifferently to the young man's greeting.

Because they were far away, and Mo Xuan's voice was not loud, the principal didn't think that the young man could hear Mo Xuan's words, but the young man came here with his own tea, and when they stood still at their table, he turned his hand to Mo Xuan and said, "Long time no see, Di Xuan." ”

"Wrong, my name is Mo Xuan now." Mo Xuan grimly corrected.

The young man smiled at the principal, then found a place to sit down, and responded flatly: "But the person I know is called Di Xuan." ”

"If you're just here to have a pointless argument with me, then please leave immediately."

"You're still so rejected." Yin Zhi sighed heartily.

Mo Xuan snorted coldly, his gaze had already moved to the storyteller, and his gray eyes had become very strange.

Following his gaze to the storyteller, Bai Mo had already begun to tell the story she was going to tell today, no wonder the scene of the discussion just now would become this silent scene.

"I have to say, you met a good girl."

"Thanks for the compliment." Mo Xuan replied coldly.

"But he met someone he shouldn't have met." Yin Zhi pointed at the principal and looked at Mo Xuan with ulterior motives.

"He brought it on himself." Mo Xuan's answer was still cold.

The principal chuckled lightly, and did not ask, how did Mo Xuan know that he met Yin Xi, but he asked for it.

But looking back on that self-inflicted experience, he now doesn't regret that he chose that way.

It was when he was young, and at that time, he was like the two teenagers at the same table with him now, carrying what he wanted to protect, showing the posture of a young man.

I have to say that Yin Zhi and Mo Xuan were much calmer than him at that time, so the height he thought of back then could not be compared with them, and his only thought at that time was to break into the Death Palace alone and rescue his father.

Now he had forgotten why his father was taken to the Death Palace by the Inquisitor in the first place, and only remembered that his father had made a mistake, a mistake that was forgivable, but he was taken away by the strongest Inquisitor in the Death Palace, because his father was the most powerful magician in the family, guarding the glory of the family.

His departure made the family obviously at the tip of the wind.

At that time, Shuo Yu had just graduated from the fifth school and came home, and what he saw was the house that was being burned by the fire, and under impulse, he used all his magic power to attract a special heavy rain, which extinguished the fire, but also destroyed the law.

Not surprisingly, the Reaper's Palace sent inquisitors to arrest him at night.

But the strength of the inquisitor who captured him was not very good, after he followed him back to the Death Palace, he escaped his shackles, and in the process of going around and around, he found a lot of souls who escaped the shackles like him, and learned about his father, and immediately took the initiative to find the controller of the Death Palace.

It was then that the master showed him a stone tablet, and the name of his Shuo Yu was written on the stone tablet.

"Do you remember what happened? Want to know why your name is on that stele? Yin Zhi asked the principal with a smile.

The principal shrugged his shoulders, picked up the tea brewed by the tea master, took a small sip, and savored the aroma of the tea.

didn't care about his actions, Yin Zhi said to himself: "The controller at that time was in love with Yin Xi, because he had a chance to know who his rival was, so he saw your name on the stone tablet that time." ”

"Then why did he show me?" The headmaster was annoyed.

Yin Zhi's words seemed to be pressing step by step, forcing him to admit something he didn't want to admit in person.

"Because at that time, he didn't believe that he still had love, so he thought he would give Yin Xi to you." Yin Zhi replied blandly.

Mo Xuan, who was originally silent, suddenly continued at this time: "Actually, my uncle did let Yin Xi out, but you didn't have a chance to see the next words on the stone tablet. ”

The principal looked at him strangely and sighed in his heart: "What are the next words?" ”

Then the next words, he has already seen it, on the night of Yin Xi's wedding with the controller, he thought that the bride was Yin Xi, so while everyone was not paying attention, he escaped from the Death Palace, and happened to see the stone tablet by the Lechuan River.

The following on the stele should prove a cruel fact, after the controller gave up the beloved woman, another Shuo Yu, who loved the woman deeply, met the woman again by chance, but because the woman was willing to give up her heart, and lost the opportunity to get love, in order to let the woman at least remember herself, Shuo Yu finally chose to use her life to help the woman complete a wish.

Holding back his eyes at the invitation he was holding tightly in his hand, Mo Xuan suddenly got up and said, "Young Master's story today is very short, I'll go first." ”

"I ......"

"By the way, the young master asked me to tell the principal that the person who can help you is not her." Without waiting for the principal to continue, Mo Xuan turned around and said again.

"Tell me about a person who gets an invitation, who else can help him?" Yin Zhi asked curiously.

"The owner of the Death Palace can't always be my uncle, and if he doesn't let his son go home, it doesn't mean that someone else won't let him." When the words fell, Mo Xuan's figure disappeared along with Bai Mo's figure on the storyteller.