"Woohoo, a generation of heroes died, and the power gang that dominated for a while disappeared and became a thing of the past. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info predict what will happen next, cough cough, please listen to the next breakdown. Shaking his head slightly, twisting his beard with his right hand, and slapping the startling wood with his left hand, the middle-aged storyteller finished telling the story.

"Pop" a silver ingot was thrown in front of his eyes.

Skillfully put away the silver and weighed it. Seeing the abundance of the reward, the storyteller's eyes rolled, and he didn't want to let go of this gold owner. After all, people who are generous are not easy to meet, and when you see one, you naturally have to make a few more money.

"Ahem, thank you for joining us. Since you are so enthusiastic, I should also say a little. I won't leave the story until tomorrow, and we'll finish it today. ”

It's just that the storyteller's abacus sounds, and others don't accept this feeling.

A young man dressed in a fancy costume stood up yawning, not intending to leave after listening to the storyteller's story.

If it's someone else, it's just that, but this is the owner of the reward just now, and the storyteller is a little dumbfounded and doesn't know what to do.

"Boss, why don't you listen?" a young man's question said what the storyteller wanted to ask.

"There's nothing to hear about it. As soon as Li Shenzhou died, the power gang disappeared. There's no need to listen to this story. The young man who stood up said without looking back.

"Ah, boy, please wait a minute. The storyteller knew the reason, how could he let the owner go so much, and immediately left the person.

In fact, Li Shenzhou is not dead, and the power gang has not dissipated. Want to know the story? Sit down and listen. The storyteller said with a smile.

The young man stopped and looked back with interest, "You're talking about 'Shenzhou Wonder Heroes', right? I've heard the story a few times, why do you have a new ending?" ”

The storyteller pretended to twist his beard profoundly, "The story is up to me, and I will decide the ending." ”

"You're up to decide?" the boy laughed, and suddenly, the boy moved like lightning. One blink of an eye was already three or four paces away in front of the storyteller, and another blink threw the storyteller to the ground.

It's hard to imagine that a teenager who is less than half the height of his opponent can be put on the opponent so easily. Moreover, at this age when a young man is still fragile and can't even cultivate martial arts, it is really incredible that he can easily knock down an adult martial artist.

"Who do you think you are?" the young man scoffed contemptuously. "What right do you have to decide the fate of others?"

"Ahem. The storyteller was a little out of breath, "You, who are you? Are you a relative or friend of the author? I just, ahem, revise the story, ahem, ahem." ”

"Don't you understand? Does the author have the right to decide the life and death of the characters?" But once the pen is written, the ending of the story is not up to the author..."

The storyteller was unconvinced: "Hmph, it's not the author's decision, it's the reader? I'm not going to sell my soul for a few bucks." ”

Looking at the storyteller's expression, the boy sneered, but then with a serious expression, he said, "The end of the story is just the result of the protagonist, supporting characters, passers-by, villains, and all the people in the book." That's all. ”

"Haha, ha, ha. The storyteller subconsciously laughed, but was a little out of breath. "Ha, ha, ha. Don't be funny, it's just a made-up story. Do you think the story is really not true? Will there be a power gang that has the power to dominate the world? Hahaha, the reality is very cruel, little ghost, really at the age of dreaming. ”

"Why not?" the young man's eyes revealed firmness, "was there no before, and there will be no in the future?

"You!" was frightened by the young man's momentum, and the storyteller was speechless.

The young man looked condescendingly at the storyteller lying on the ground and said, "You think the author is the heavens, and he has the power to kill the characters he creates." No, the author is really heavenly. But so what? Heaven did not give birth to me, and it is up to him to decide when I appear. Since I was born, what I do is not up to God. ”

After the young man finished saying this sentence imposingly, he no longer cared about the storyteller, turned away, walked a few steps and stopped, and said, "There is one more thing, don't you believe that there will be a power gang in the world? ”

"Hahaha" The storyteller gasped and got up from the ground and sat instead. "You're a living guy, aren't you? But even if you are a member of the Survival Gang, will you be 'Li Shenzhou'?"

"No matter how big the setback, you can survive it, and no matter how big the crisis is, it is an opportunity. No matter how small the probability is, it will happen as long as it is favorable. No matter how bad it is, if there is a slight chance that it will not appear, it will not appear!You!" the storyteller snarled, "Is there such luck?"

"Yes!" replied without hesitation, this is the confidence of the teenager.

"Hahaha" The storyteller couldn't believe that someone would answer himself so firmly. "Haha, ha. Kid, I'm crazy. Deal with you. Only a little imp who doesn't know anything can have such confidence. The kind I just said can only happen in fiction, how can it be in reality?"

"Yes. The boy said firmly.

"You!" the storyteller was stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Somebody told me a story. "But I don't want to waste any more time talking to you." A man without hope, without a future. ”

"You!" the storyteller still didn't know what to say.

After being silent for a while, looking at the teenager who was getting farther and farther away, the storyteller sighed deeply and said with a wry smile, "Maybe, there really will be such an existence as the protagonist." Anyone I meet, like me, is also a person with a story. ”

"What's your name, boy?" the storyteller shouted before the boy was about to disappear.

"Me?" the boy paused, "It's better to sink than to sink the boat." My name, Lee Shui Shui!"