Chu Shishanhe rolled his eyes, but he didn't refute Zhang Fuzhi, but just beckoned to Chu Xinsu and said, "Let's go, let's go, this new Jicheng doesn't mean anything." ”

The storyteller said, "Do you want to stay any longer?" ”

"it?" Chu Shishanhe scolded directly: "I can leave if I want to, and stay if I want to, why do you eat your meal?" ”

After a moment of silence, the storyteller said solemnly, "I can treat you to dinner." ”

"Fuck off!" Chu Shi Shanhe waved his hand, then looked at Zhang Fuzhi and asked, "You kid won't stop me, right?" ”

Zhang Fuzhi pulled the clothes that were a little uncomfortable because he was in a hurry, and said impatiently: "If you can't leave, don't worry about my." ”

"Then let's go." Chu Shishanhe grabbed Chu Xinsu's green jade finger and was about to leave. The storyteller stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the north gate without hurry, and said with a warm smile: "I'm sorry, it seems that I really can't go now." ”

There was a loud bang in the direction of the north gate, and most of the city was shaken.

"Lying ...... Trough! Chu Shishanhe gritted his teeth: "Dog's storyteller!" ”。 Chu Shishanhe was a little helpless and wanted to pump people, but now that the fight has started, the storyteller of that dog day will definitely not let himself leave easily.

The more Chu Shishanhe thought about it, the more angry he became, he squinted his eyes, then let go of Chu Xinsu's little hand, walked to Wuming's side and kicked Wuming's arm, and directly kicked the sleeping guy to the ground.

"Bang !!" Another loud bang.

Wuming suddenly got up, looked around, and finally stared at the sky, and wondered, "Thunder?" Is it going to rain? ”

Chu Shishanhe turned around and said angrily: "Let's go, go back to the inn." Originally, Chu Xinsu nodded, trotted a few steps and hurriedly followed.

The storyteller's fingers gently rubbed the fan bone that had been newly transformed back into a white jade folding fan, and said something without a beginning or an end: "You don't seem to like to go all out, I remember where Xuandu Mountain, you seem to be tied for first place." The storyteller said word by word: "Juxtaposed with the prince of the true dragon clan!" ”

The huge street was suddenly silent.

Zhang Fuzhi pulled the ill-fitting clothes casually, and glanced at Chu Shishanhe who was about to leave. Just woke up, Wu Ming didn't bother with the sudden appearance of these three elusive people, and subconsciously followed the storyteller's gaze to look at Chu Shishan He.

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe stopped his body and looked sideways at Mr. Storyteller's eyes, as if in an instant, his knife could pierce Mr. Storyteller's throat.

Wu Ming's hand was full of short swords stretched out to his waist, and the 'click' was crisp, the blade was already unsheathed by an inch, and the sword qi filled the long street.

A touch of scarlet suddenly appeared in Zhang Fuzhi's eyes, but he was quickly pressed down again, his right leg moved back slightly, slowly accumulating strength, it was obvious that he didn't plan to make a move in this fight, but he wouldn't let people do it here.

No one dared to move.

At this moment, Chu Shishanhe suddenly laughed, waved his hand and said, "Isn't your kid just as useless." Said and looked at Wu Ming: "Only this kid is honest." ”

Mr. Storyteller was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing, only Wuming was stupidly at a loss.

Zhang Fuzhi grinned, looking at this embarrassing scene, he suddenly lost his interest in continuing to join in the fun, scratched his head and turned around to go back to the house.

An inch out of the sword, but it looked extremely embarrassing, and he had been watching and listening to the eight directions, and wanted to find the steps for himself to go down, Wu Ming was overjoyed, and hurriedly took a step, staring at Zhang Fuzhi's back, and shouted: "Who is that, what do you want to do." ”

Looking at Wuming, who obviously wanted to go downhill by himself, Zhang Fuzhi didn't bother to calculate the price with this guy who didn't have a good brain, turned around and pointed to the wooden door behind him and said, "I rushed to rest for a day." ”

Wu Ming coughed dryly twice, and his face was embarrassed: "Of course, of course, but remember not to go out casually." As he spoke, he put the knife into the sheath, and did not forget to pat his chest when he was done, indicating his caution. patted and caught a glimpse of the other three's gaze, as if he also felt that his scene was a bit too much, and then decisively put down his palm, coughed lightly twice and stopped talking.

The farce passed, and the storyteller restrained his stiff laughter but still laughed and said, "This is going back?" ”

Chu Shishanhe rushed to the storyteller with an arrow step, took the storyteller's hand very familiarly, held it carefully, like a friend who had not seen him for many years, and then nodded firmly and said, "Yes, let's go back!" ”

The storyteller's face was full of joy, and he continued to ask softly, "Don't come out?" ”

Chu Shishanhe's hands shook even more violently, and at the same time, his body was slightly bent, as if he was crying with joy: "The battle is not over, if I come out, I will be a dog!" ”

Mr. Storyteller sneered, and pulled out a high raised gesture from the palms held by Chu Shi Shanhe's hands, but in the end, it was like helpless, and he had no mind to care, so he had to raise it high and put it down gently, stacking it on top of Chu Shi Shanhe's hands, and complained: "What is this called, isn't this a slap in my face." ”

This scene is not to say that it is Wuming, even if it is Wuming, even Chu Xinsu, who has a thousand thoughts and turns, his eyes widened, and he didn't understand what was going on right now.

Zhang Fuzhi, who returned to the noodle shop early and wanted to go to the backyard to find a place to cover and rest for a while, turned back again, pressed his hands on the window frame, smiled playfully, and shouted loudly: "I said that you are like this to the dog man and woman, I said that in the blessed land of white paper, why do you have eyebrows, it turns out that you already have a leg, and deliberately arranged to harm me." ”

Suddenly, a trampled and shapeless broken vegetable basket not far away was pulled by a trace of qi and flew up and smashed towards Zhang Fuzhi. Zhang Fuzhi hurriedly dodged sideways, and then stuck his head out of the window to look at Chu Shi Shanhe and Mr. Storyteller, and then let out a long sigh, quite a little unaccustomed and helpless resentment in it, and when he was really going to the backyard, he didn't forget to shout: "Broad daylight!" The way of this world! Ay. ”

Hearing this exclamation, Chu Xinsu suddenly seemed to understand something, looking at Chu Shi Shanhe and Mr. Storyteller, who were still 'reminiscing', their eyes became strange, and at the same time, they were shocked in their hearts, looking at the small noodle restaurant, they were a little ashamed of themselves, and muttered to themselves: "I didn't expect to finally see a grandmaster today." ”

"What grandmaster?" Chu Shishanhe, who came back from the old story, looked at Chu Xinsu with a puzzled face.

"No... It's nothing. Chu Xinsu grabbed Chu Shishanhe's sleeve and walked forward: "Let's go back quickly, don't be pitted by the people of this Emperor Yuan Palace, it's not enough to fight." ”

"What kind of grandmaster is it?" Chu Shishanhe asked persistently.

"What grandmaster? Did I say that? ”

"You said it, I heard it with my own ears."

"Then you must have heard it wrong."

The ghostly head on the side street turned to the front of the storyteller: "You knew each other before?" ”

"I don't know."

"Oh, by the way, why is that Terran, what do you say in broad daylight, what dogs and men? Who is he talking about? ”

The storyteller was silent for a long time before he said: "Maybe you stepped on his head when he was in vain, so don't hold a grudge against him." ”

Wuming nodded after a moment of silence, how to say it, it was indeed scolding himself.