Three years later.

Somewhere in a border county town far away from the capital, Mo Xian and Qingshuang sat on the second floor of the restaurant, and heard the storyteller talk about the anecdotes in the world.

These days of Qingshuang's cultivation have been tossed by Mo Xian. I couldn't calm down and cultivate every day, so I followed his wish and walked around with him.

The interesting stories in the world said by the storyteller on the stage made Qingshuang very interested.

When she was young, she had sneaked out of the demon world to come to the world, but her stay was still short, and she was brought back by the demon soldiers under her father.

For the world, and Qingshuang, it is full of curiosity and unknown.

Mo Xian watched her listen to her with relish, and didn't bother her, just fed her the refreshments one by one.

At first, Qingshuang was very reluctant to this intimacy.

But Moxian was ignorant and said bluntly that his sister fed him medicine like this, which made Qingshuang feel that he had thought too much.

In the face of his kindness, Qingshuang is not easy to refuse.

With the first, there is a second.

Slowly, Qingshuang got used to it.

Mo Xian used such a careful machine in all aspects to slowly penetrate into all aspects of Qingshuang's life, until it finally became an indispensable part of his life.

Recently, the enchantment of the human world has been loosened, and before the heavenly realm can unify the five clans, the human world will already be in flames of war.

There are wars everywhere, but this frontier land, which has not yet been invaded by the flames of war, is still a pure land for the time being.

Mo Xian didn't want Qingshuang to come into contact with anything related to the war, and seeing that the storyteller was about to talk about the current battle of kings after talking about all kinds of anecdotes, Mo Xian quickly got up and interrupted him.

"Every day is talking about things that everyone knows, and there are no new things that others don't know?"

As soon as the storyteller spoke, he was suddenly interrupted by Mo Xian, and his face was full of displeasure. However, seeing that he was luxurious and well-dressed, he didn't dare to attack, so he had to lower his voice and said: "Little brother, the old man has been talking here for three years, and when he was young, he traveled all over the country, and he has seen countless new things. I don't know which one you want to hear? ”

"Then listen to the Demon Realm."

When the words fell, Qingshuang, who had just taken a sip of tea in a cup, almost burst out laughing.

The storyteller apparently hadn't reacted yet, and habitually said, "Howler! I'll tell you about this demon world! …… The Demon Realm? You kid is here to smash the field! ”

The storyteller's eyes widened, and his beard curled up angrily, "How do I know about this legendary demon!" ”

A shallow smile appeared on Mo Xian's lips, and he said unhurriedly: "Didn't Mr. say that he had seen countless new things before, why don't you know now?" ”

"I don't know, and no one here will know!"

The storyteller glared at Mo Xian fiercely, if it weren't for Mo Xian's identity as either rich or noble, he would have asked Xiao Er to throw him out of the restaurant now.

The hairy boy who looks like he is only in the year of the weak crown is ashamed to say that his storytelling is not new!

"Unfortunately, old man, I happen to know a little bit about the demon world."

Hearing this, the storyteller scoffed, stepped off the stage and walked in front of Mo Xian, "Little brother, this is what you said." Then you go up and talk about your so-called demon realm, and I want to see what other flowers can be named! ”

Even if he was ridiculed, Mo Xian still had a faint smile on his face, and nodded, "Then old man, you will listen well." ”

With that, Mo Xian slowly walked onto the stage.