The storyteller took the silver and looked excited, and after biting it with his teeth to confirm the authenticity, he put the silver away and coughed a few times.

"To say that later, that ancestor fully endured nine heavenly thunders, and when the last one was split, the sky turned white like day! After everyone came back to their senses, the figure of the ancestor had long disappeared from the sky, and those thunderbolts disappeared at the same time. ”

This is supposed to be the end of it.

But for the sake of the ingot of silver, the storyteller took a sip of tea and continued.

"At that time, no one could see clearly whether the ancestor had ascended or was killed by thunder, and just when everyone was arguing about it, the Jiyun sect insisted that his ancestor had succeeded in ascending, and held a banquet in the sect for three days and three nights......

"Smack-"

Just as Mr. Storyteller was about to continue, there was a sudden movement in the compartment.

Xiao Wu watched the doll smash the teacup on the table, his expression showed traces of cracking, and he quickly protected his son-in-law behind him, his face turned pale.

"I, I warn you, you can't be angry with my son-in-law when you're angry, he, he can't stand your palm!"

However, how can the female doll at this moment have any other thoughts about what Xiao Wu said.

Her face was gloomy, and her lips were so angry that she said, "Don't be a descendant!" ”

Unlike Xiao Wu's nervousness, the weak man in white seemed much calmer.

He covered his lips and coughed twice, looked at the angry doll and said, "Can you have something to do with the Jiyun Sect before you lost your memory?" ”

The girl's hand holding the broken teacup froze, she reacted and looked at the teacup corpse in her hand, and her hand subconsciously let go.

It's just that her immature eyebrows are still wrinkled.

"Probably." She replied lightly.

The man didn't mind her attitude, and picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe her palms.

She had just crushed the teacup's hand, and now there was no wound, and he looked at her little hand, and raised his eyes to see her lost in thought.

Just when the storyteller was trembling and waiting for the guest in the private room to say something.

But there was just a "keep talking" from inside, and there was no follow-up.

The storyteller wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, nodded and said that he was busy.

However, what I talked about next was inexplicably related to the romantic things that the ancestor of the Jiyun Sect did when he was a girl, Shi Xuan.

The darker it became, the more gloomy the little baby in the cubicle became.

"Whoa—"

"Kaza—"

A bamboo chopstick flew out of the compartment and plunged directly into the teacup that the storyteller was about to touch.

The teacup is not cracked.

Mr. Storyteller looked at the chopsticks that suddenly appeared on the teacup in horror, and cold sweat broke out again.

There was a "pop" in my heart.

It's over, is it because he didn't say it well enough?

However, the distinguished guests in the compartment did not say anything, except for the places where others could not see, Xiao Wu was so frightened that his legs were weak.

Staring wide-eyed at the doll that didn't change its color.

Is this really just a five-year-old doll?!

Why is it so horrible and terrifying?

He silently used his body to block in front of his son-in-law, for fear that she would do something out of the ordinary.

After the storyteller outside changed another cup of herbal tea, he waited anxiously for a while and did not hear any movement.

I can only continue to talk about the ancestor of the Extreme Yun Sect bitterly.

But this time he said it differently.

It is about an incident that the ancestor did when he crossed the Xijiang River.

"At that time, the flower thief in the north town of Xijiang was shocked, and the flower thief was superior in martial arts, so that the county yamen at that time was helpless, and when the flower thief became more and more rampant, the ancestor suddenly fell from the sky, like the ancestor of the world."