In front of the teahouse.

"Everyone who comes from the south to the north, the former village and the back town, and the little brothers and sisters who have passed by~ Little brothers and sisters, this teahouse has a big promotion, a lot of benefits, and a lot of gossip~" It was still the second shopkeeper from the last time, standing at the door and shouting hard.

Nian Xiao stood in front of the teahouse with his hands on his shoulders, tilted his head to look at Sanren Zhenjun, and had a casual smile on his face: "Master, this is it." ”

"Then go in, why are you still standing stupidly!" Sanren Zhenjun was full of thoughts about his melon seeds, and walked towards the teahouse with his feet raised.

The appearance of walking like flying, I don't know, I think he is in a hurry!

The shopkeeper, who was originally shouting the side, ran over after seeing Nian Xiao. He rubbed his hands, nodded and said, "Childe is here, do you still want to be on the second floor last time?" ”

At this question, Nian Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the shopkeeper, "Do you remember the master?" ”

It's been nearly three months since the last time, and the second little guy in this shop actually remembers himself, is it because the little master is too handsome?

Well... It must be so.

Laughter-style self-brainwashing is online.

"Of course, the little one remembers you, Childe, when you were holding such a big bouquet of flowers, and you were carrying an extraordinary-looking Childe." The shopkeeper stood aside and described the scene in a comparative manner.

After the words fell, he looked around Nianxiao expectantly, and asked, "Eh, why didn't you see that son today?" ”

The smile on Nian Xiao's face stiffened slightly, he lowered his eyes, and pretended to be casual and said, "He's gone far away." ”

The shopkeeper is also a good person, and when he saw that he didn't want to say more, he hurriedly greeted: "Oh! That ~Childe inside please~"

"Hmm." Nian Xiao nodded slightly, raised his feet and stepped into the teahouse.

As soon as I entered the teahouse, I was greeted by a smell of spiced melon seeds, and Nianxiao stood at the staircase on the second floor, her eyes shuttling back and forth, looking for the master who had already come in to eat melon seeds.

Sure enough, on the second floor, closest to the stage, I saw my master smiling like a fool with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Master, eat more melon seeds and get hot!" Nian Xiao sat opposite Sanren, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Sanren took the teacup, "Count you as a little red guy and have a conscience." With that, he took a sip of tea.

The corners of Nianxiao's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and at the moment when the master drank tea, he jumped up from his original position and flashed to the side.

"Poof-" squirted out a sip of tea.

Sanren Zhenjun had a dark face and said, "What kind of tea is this, little cub, so bitter!" ”

Nianxiao stood aside and said with an innocent face: "The tea made of tartary buckwheat and mother-in-law Ding clears away heat and fire, and beautifies and nourishes the skin." ”

"What, doesn't the master like it?" His eyes were sparkling, he looked innocent, soft and cute, and his hearts melted.

...... "I like your second uncle!" The little dead cat who didn't have a good heart!

Nianxiao has a habit of cleanliness, and the original position must not be able to sit, so the master and apprentice moved from the second floor to the first floor and chose the front position.

Coincidentally, they had just finished changing positions when Mr. Storyteller took the stage.

The storyteller strolls up the stage, holding a brown waking wood in his left hand and a paper fan in his right. Dressed in a rose-red brocade robe, with his clear appearance, he looks three points more tender than the little man in Qingjutai.

His eyes swept across the audience, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said: "Yo~ Today's guests who listen to books are not small!" It's really scary~"

Goodbye to this person, Nian Xiao and his little dried fish were stunned!

The last time I saw this storyteller wearing a gray robe, like a stupid and indecent stupid Taoist priest, why haven't I seen him for a few months, he has become the old bustard of Yihong Mansion who is a peacock in Kaiping, and the color of this bells and whistles brocade robe is really spicy.

Could it be that rose red has been popular in the world recently? Tsk, what a gaudy color.

"Master, this storyteller is very interesting, don't patronize and eat melon seeds, take a look."

Sanren Zhenjun still lowered his head and swallowed melon seeds, he didn't laugh at the concept, he thought secretly in his heart: After a while, he quietly went to the back kitchen to learn how to fry melon seeds, and if the other party didn't teach him, he would smash it with gold, and he would be taught!

The master of the great beauty of the world is the biggest, hello, I am the best spiced melon seeds.

"Smack——! There was a crisp sound, and the waking wood slapped heavily on the table.

Mr. Storyteller folded his fan, raised his eyebrows and said, "Last time...... Where's that? ”

The audience was full of black lines, and many people shouted: "Don't worry about what you said last time, just say it again today~"

Hearing this, the storyteller clapped his hand and said happily: "Okay~You just wait~"

The corners of Nianxiao's mouth twitched, he deeply doubted the authenticity of this product as a storyteller, and he had no professional ethics at all.

"Xiao Sheng, I'm going to tell you about the strange things in the Three Realms recently." The storyteller's gaze swept over Nian Xiao intentionally or unintentionally, and the smile on the corner of his mouth carried a hint of playfulness.

Nianxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised the teacup and took a sip, raising his eyebrows and signaling: Say it, the master listens.

He wiped the tea from his mouth with his fingers, his movements were chic with a hint of hooking, and the girls in the boudoir on the side were biting their handkerchiefs, and their little hearts were beating wildly, as if they were equipped with a small electric motor.

"Wow~ This abrasive little boy is simply a little goblin."

"Whose little boy is this! This girl wants all his information in a minute! ”

"Damn, I'm going to fall in love with this unknown boy!"

The girls' eyes are too enthusiastic, and the language is too thunderous, so it is difficult to ignore Nianxiao.

He turned his head, his eyebrows were picturesque, his smile was bright, his slender fingers pressed on Yin's red lips, and he whispered: "Little beauties, be quiet~"

"Well~" The girls in the boudoir blushed one by one, bit their handkerchiefs, and nodded wildly.

The merry and wanton in the eyebrows of the smile came to the girls with a flying kiss~

The girls were boiling instantly, and they all lowered their voices and said, "Little boy, do you know that you are playing with fire!" ”

"Little boy, you managed to get my attention"

"Little boy, don't flirt anymore, I can't guarantee what will happen if I continue to tease."

Nian Xiao: "......"

Women are terrible.

His own apprentices are trying to survive in the eyes of wolves and tigers, but someone, as a master, is still obsessed with the problem of how to learn to fry spiced melon seeds, and can't extricate himself!

……

On the stage, the storyteller coughed lightly and began to speak: "The gods and demons have stopped a lot recently, but the beasts have been mourning frequently recently, the old beast kings and the little beast kings have passed away one after another, and now the beasts have been completely annexed by the gods, sad, sad!" ”

As he spoke, Sanren Zhenjun raised his head in an instant, and looked directly at Mr. Storyteller, this person is .......

The eyes of the two collided fiercely in the air.