The night went by in a flash.

Early in the morning, I saw a crowd of people in front of Li Tong's small inn, and they lined up to walk inside.

From the big wealthy businessmen and the sons of brocade clothes, there are pawn traders, idlers and lazy people, and there are even strangers in fancy clothes with special feelings.

But what makes people talk about it is that these people are in the same room, and there is no obvious fight.

At most, he stopped after two sentences, and did not quarrel much.

The harmony of the scene is rare.

Under the stone bridge next to the inn, a wide and deep river flows, which originates from the confluence of the three mountains in the distance, passing through this place where humans gather.

At this time, under the blue water surface, in the shadow of a bridge pier that is difficult for ordinary people to find, there is a small dragon with a towering head.

Long Xiaoxiao is three hundred years old this year, with a miscellaneous ink-colored Jiao, relying on some kinship between his family and the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and he has also lived freely in this Guanjiangkou over the years.

Originally, Jiaosheng passed away slowly in its unenterprising spirit, but some time ago it was still listening to interesting things in the mortal world under this stone bridge, and when it was happy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of storytelling coming from the small inn, and the beginning was the bronze coffin of nine dragon corpses.

"It's worth it!"

Even though Long Xiaoxiao was excited, even though the strength of the dragon clan was greatly reduced after the catastrophe, the majesty of the dragon clan could not be lost.

This is just some cultivated mortal villains, and they even dare to talk about the dragon clan.

Dare to arrange a real dragon and desecrate the dragon corpse!

This is a dragon can't bear it, Long Xiaoxiao laughed on the spot, and said in his heart that his chance to make meritorious service had come, and he sent his subordinates to report the old turtle that he followed when he beat his father to the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and it was here to collect evidence.

He rejoiced in his heart: "I can't say that this time I can rely on these merits to go to the true dragon blood pool to take a dip." ”

"Well, maybe we have a chance to turn into a dragon!"

The dragon's ears were pricked up, and he didn't feel the slightest relaxation.

......

Li Tongkai said that the new book was only a few days old, and its reputation spread slightly.

However, in ordinary people, in fact, it is only passed on by word of mouth, and it has not been able to go out of a large range, and it needs to be slowly fermented for a period of time.

But among those demons and spirits who can fly to the sky and the earth, as well as the ranks of scattered cultivators, that is the existence of a small name.

The nature of the monsters and monsters likes the fireworks in the world, and they like to listen to the stories of the world, and suddenly they heard that there is a storyteller in this Guanjiang estuary, so they invite friends to come together.

However, those are those who have not experienced it personally, and they also laughed when they heard it, and they didn't care.

Therefore, the guests who come today are more inhuman than in the past.

For a while, the entire Yangjia Village had a somewhat cold feeling.

But fortunately, the moment they entered the inn, the outside returned to normal, and there was no trace of demonic energy leaking out from the inside and outside.

Inside the inn, on the platform where Li Tong was originally sitting, there was a cold-faced beauty sitting at the end at this time, playing with the pipa in her hand.

A burst of melodious sounds was played, falling into the ears of everyone in the audience.

At this time, she was already a vixen dressed as a maid, dressed in a light green plain group, holding a tea tray and serving tea to the audience.

The thrilling face that is still beautiful without powder, attracts a burst of prying eyes.

Why is the heart just a day gone, why is there such a two extremely beautiful women in the inn, and the storyteller is really my generation.

Indulged in appreciating the beautiful scenery, everyone did not urge Li Tong to take the stage for a while.

Ordinary people couldn't see the identities of these two people, but those little goblins trembled secretly when they felt the amazing demonic aura they faintly exuded.

Even those casual cultivators who couldn't help but be recommended by their friends couldn't help frowning at this time.

Although there are some monsters and spirits under their hands, or acting as mount boys, maids and concubines, in their eyes, they are all pompous and pompous, and it has become a common practice.

But I couldn't help but be confused in my heart, where did this storyteller come from?

These two, looking at the cultivation is good, and what kind of power should Li Tong, who can subdue him, put away the contempt in his heart for a while, and slowly wait for his appearance.

And there are even people who have seen their identities and seen them yesterday, and they are secretly frightened.

This is, yesterday the door-to-door provocation of the storyteller failed, but was taken down?

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, put away his careful thoughts that should not be there, and sat up.

On the side, Yang Chan pulled Yang Jian and Yang Jiao to sit in their old positions happily, looking forward to how Li Tong would tell the next story today.

When I looked up, I saw that the pipa spirit on the platform, even if his little face sank, he secretly said: "Fox spirit!" ”

"Hey......"

Unexpectedly, there was a voice of response from the side.

When they turned their heads, they saw a woman who looked more like a vixen, standing behind them with a tea tray.

"Hey, a few distinguished guests, this is tea, have you ever asked for some snacks."

The vixen stuck out his tongue slightly, and his heart was exposed.

"No need, just put the tea here."

Yang Chan had a cold little face, and said angrily.

The vixen was not annoyed, smiled and put the teapot and a few cups in front of the three of them, and poured tea one by one before quietly leaving.

Yang Chan snorted coldly, holding her arms and sulking for some reason.

And Yang Jian had a serious face with a bit of vigilance.

Just as he was releasing Cai, his eyebrows were faintly jumping, restless, and it was his natural divine eyes warning him.

"This woman is not a human!"

Yang Jian said secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he began to doubt Li Tong's true identity more and more.

On the side, Yang Jiao didn't see anything unusual, just writhed back and forth on the stool, as if he was restless.

At this moment, outside the inn.

A woman walked slowly and looked up, her eyes flashing.

"That's it!"

Muttering to herself, she entered the inn without saying a word.

As soon as she entered the inn, the woman noticed that something was wrong.

"Here, it looks like a monster nest!"

"Hey, these two, I don't have a familiar feeling."

She glanced around slightly, and suddenly looked at the two women in the corner and felt a little familiar, but when she looked closely, she didn't feel that way.

I thought I was mistaken, so I found a place to sit down at random.

Waiting for the little finch that often came to his Phoenix Mountain Qingluan Douque mouth, a particularly interesting storyteller appeared.

"Why is she here?"

In the corner, Yaoji, who came to observe Li Tong as usual, and Chang'e, who was addicted to listening to books, watched the woman sit down, and they all thought of it in their hearts.

This woman is not ordinary, but the daughter of the Heavenly Great Heavenly Venerable Yu Yaochi Golden Mother, the fairy Princess Longji of Kunlun Mountain, just thought that Sifan violated the rules of heaven and was punished in Phoenix Mountain Qingluan Douque to repent and rehabilitate.

The second daughter concealed her existence, and at the same time wondered if she had heard something and had come to find Yaoji.

At this time, the sound of the pipa gradually slowed down.

There was a sound of soft footsteps behind the central stage, and after a while, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared, sitting on a rattan chair in the middle.

"Smack!"

"The book picked up the last time, and we talked about the ruins of the Great Thunder Yin Temple, and there was an earth-shattering roar!"