The restaurants and inns of the spell world are like inns, blooming everywhere. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, food and lodging are always an indispensable part of human beings.

In this world, except for a few clans and big factions, most of them are wandering spell masters, who walk in this spell world and wander, constantly honing their cultivation and refining their body forging exercises, and hope that they will have adventures in the deep mountains, and they will be able to turn into a spell when they encounter the supernatural power against the sky, and they will soar into the sky from then on.

This restaurant is slightly larger.

It is a three-storey stepped red gray quaint wooden building structure, each floor is more than 100 square meters, the ancient style wooden table is full of guests, occasionally there are some shouts and laughter, it can be seen that it is extremely lively.

In the center of the restaurant, there is a high platform, which is easily visible to all guests on the third floor of the restaurant.

On the high platform in the center sat a white-haired child-faced old man, who occasionally took a sip of the tea on the table to moisten his throat, and elegantly waved a folding fan, his voice was slightly high, he was telling a story.

"It is said that Long Aoyun was transformed by the twenty-eighth spiritual object 'Burning Dragon' in the list of spiritual objects in this heaven and earth, and he was naturally killed by countless strong people who wanted to turn it into a spell into his body, and at this time, Long Aoyun had been forced into a desperate situation by thousands of strong people. ”

The old storyteller paused, and his voice gradually became enthusiastic.

"But Long Aoyun was not moved, only listening to his cold face when he was surrounded by thousands of people, he shouted loudly, sneered three times, and said, "You guys, are you left with the courage to besiege me?" No matter how strong the supernatural power is, no matter how powerful the cultivation is, after all... And just cowards. ”

The old storyteller on the high platform obviously spoke in an extremely vivid tone.

After taking another sip of tea, he moistened his throat and continued: "That Long Aoyun just finished saying the word 'coward', and I saw a flash of cold light, and thousands of people .....were shocked."

Saying this, he suddenly paused for a moment, he stood up and looked around at the wine table, bent down and clenched his fists: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next time tomorrow; ”

"Good!!" "Good!"

A series of sparse applause and shouts came from the wine table.

And the old storyteller shook his long sleeves, with a sense of elegance that only a reader can have, but he showed such a look, he was not surprised by the fierce reaction of everyone, he put down the folding fan, his face was a little rigorous, and slowly walked down the high platform.

In a separate room on the third floor, Chen Xun looked down through the curtains.

"What the hell is this?" Chen Xun was stunned when he looked at the tone and words of this commentary, turned his head with a puzzled look, and looked at Li Erchang, who was sitting next to him and drinking tea with his head down, waiting for him to explain.

Li Erchang looked at Chen Xun and smiled awkwardly.

After a moment of silence, he sorted out some words and sentences, and replied: "This is the storytelling 'Aoyun Biography' that has risen in the past few months, and it is also extremely hot among the many restaurants in the Plastic Beast Mountain Range, and some of the words and sentences are quite classic, the sentence style is full of pride, and it has a lot of taste, which makes people can't help but write it down and blurt it out from time to time." ”

"I see. ”

Chen Xun's brows tightened suddenly, and he returned to his cold expression again.

And his original doubts began to have answers: "Is this also a variable caused by my resurrection, I didn't have this review in my previous life, and... Yun Aotian, Long Aoyun.... I see. ”

Chen Xun had been puzzled before.

Why does that anthropomorphic soul like a blank sheet of paper become so fond of dying in words, always looking arrogant, saying all kinds of domineering and pretending profound words like I am the protagonist of heaven and earth, which makes people can't help but want to beat them to death.

It turned out that these words were all from the popular storytelling in recent months, presumably the second-order spell master he ate had many fanatical drinkers of this storytelling, so he got this memory.

At this time, there was an answer to why the farmer would say such a similar thing.

With the vulgar character of that thug, it should be a frequent visitor to the Qinglou, and the restaurant has a soft spot for storytelling, and it is not surprising that he is still a fan of this storytelling while living in seclusion in the Yu family.

"The future has already changed from some small things to me unconsciously? Chen Xun sighed secretly in his heart, and sighed a little, although it was a trivial matter, it was enough to decide a person's life and death sometimes.

If the anthropomorphic soul hadn't died like this because of the influence of this commentary, all kinds of upright provocations would have provoked Li Yingmo, a farmer.

Instead, he used his terrifying mimicry talent to hide like a poisonous snake, and no one would be able to find him at that time, and the ending of Poison Fog Valley at this time would also be due to this, and there might be a completely different ending.

"It turns out that I was able to win thanks to this book that came out of nowhere. Chen Xun sighed.

This is indeed the case, if it weren't for this commentary, which caused the anthropomorphic soul to think that it was arrogant, extremely arrogant, and wanted to have a wave with Li Yingmo, he would not have been beaten to death, and Chen Xun's ability to win was also a part of the coincidence.

Thinking of this, Chen Xun's face was strange, and all his previous doubts had been answered, and he couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate.

After that, he instinctively touched the "Three Transformations Mimic" bloodstone in his pocket. And then I don't think much about it. After all, Li Yingmo, Jade Renjie, and Anthropomorphic Souls, no matter how talented they are, are already dead, and everything in front of them is a foregone conclusion.

The old storyteller had stepped down, and the warm atmosphere around him had gradually subsided, and some of the drinkers in the entire mahogany restaurant had gradually begun to disperse, but there were still some stray gray robes dressed in spell masters who were drinking and talking.

Chen Xun calmed his thoughts, sat on the mahogany chair, took a sip of tea, and turned his head to glance at Lin Yuqing and the shopkeeper.

"So let's get down to business, tell me what happened in this plastic mountain city in the past ten days?" Chen Xun finally looked slightly serious, and asked Li Erchang, a well-informed shopkeeper beside him.

Li Erchang and Chen Xun have gone all the way, and it seems that they can see that although Chen Xun has killed countless people, he is by no means a soft-hearted person, but he is not an indiscriminate killing of innocent people, as long as he follows Chen Xun's intentions, he will not be killed, and he can't help but feel a little relieved.

He slightly reverted to the original hippie smiling look, knocked down the husk refreshments on the table in his mouth, and replied: "Eight days ago, the Moyu Mountain on the edge of Plastic Mountain City burst out with a sky-high spiritual light, and there must be an extremely rare spiritual object born, so the two clans stationed in Plastic Mountain City moved one after another.... Bring most of the people into it. ”

Li Erchang said this, facing a look of surprise: "But things are much more complicated than imagined. ”

"This is not a simple rare spiritual object born, but the ruins of the ancient great sect 30,000 years ago, it is said that it is the portal that once came out of the immortals, and the ruins at this time were born, I am afraid that there are... The inheritance of immortals. ”