I have a passive skill.

Xu Xiaoshou's scalp was numb.

He couldn't do anything about it.

That's all, let's adapt to the situation after going out.

At this time, where can I think so long-term?

"wrong."

Xu Xiaoshou, who forcibly calmed down, suddenly realized that the storyteller, who can play with everyone in applause, would not be able to see his little trick of pretending to be the second in command of the holy slave?

"Pumping..."

My heart suddenly beat wildly.

Xu Xiaoshou instantly felt like a clown, directing and acting naked in front of others, and it was shameful to think that in the eyes of others, he was actually glamorous and well-dressed.

As everyone knows, it's just the emperor's new clothes.

"No, no, there is still hope."

"If the man in the red skirt recognized me and scolded me like that just now, why is he so indifferent?"

"And, his reaction, apart from 'curse' and 'hate', there is nothing else..."

Xu Xiaoshou was already doubting himself.

But at this moment, he had to believe in his passive skills.

Even Mu Zixi couldn't fault the magical skill of "change".

Unless the storyteller is Ji...a close friend who gets along with Mr. Sang day and night.

Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to see the true identity.

"So, will they be best friends?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the possibility was unlikely.

He has met the storyteller a few times.

In terms of age, he is not on the same level as Sang Lao, but young and young.

Moreover, Sang Lao's violent temper, if someone talks so coquettishly in front of him, he is still a man...

"call."

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if it is seen out, I have to continue acting at this moment.

Because, there is no second way.

"Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills..."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed with tears in his eyes.

He pulled out the chicken sword, threw the cardinal plate into the Yuan Mansion, and took out a straw hat from the ring, and put it on with one hand, covering the top of his bald head.

"Old Seven."

"Ok?"

The storyteller's voice came over immediately.

very curious.

There is no worry about the war situation at all.

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou already understood why.

He raised the chicken sword in his hand, flicked it with his fingers, and the sound of clanging sword echoed in the ground.

The chicken sword softened.

But under Xu Xiaoshou's gaze as if he was about to eat people, he slightly hardened.

"You said earlier that there is a tactic?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"uh-huh?"

The storyteller didn't know why, and suddenly his voice became more excited, "Second brother, are you willing to cooperate?"

"I can't!!!"

Xu Xiaoshou roared in his heart, but did he dare to say no, could he say no?

"Ah."

Nodding his head emotionlessly, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the battle situation.

Xin Gugu's ability is very strange, he was besieged by Xin and many red clothes, and he was directly dismembered.

However, two split into four.

The four blood-soaked tauren attacked the red clothes again and again, as if desperate for their lives.

The people over there could tell that everyone had a big head.

Killing and not killing, dismemberment and fission, it is simply disgusting to come here.

But Xu Xiaoshou could tell that Xin Gugu, whose combat power had also been cut into four with the blessing of a large formation, would find it difficult to inflict effective damage again.

Being taken down is a matter of time.

And Cheng Xingchu...

Well, it should be said to be the Black Angel of Jihad.

It was difficult for Xu Xiaoshou to feel the slightest bit of Cheng Xingchu's consciousness from the super ghost beast whose strength was constantly rising.

he died.

But in another form, holding four swords, even with the cooperation of Lan Ling and Hei Ming, he was pulled into the gate of Yin Corpse Hell.

But one sword breaks the law!

When he came out again, his aura had already reached the level of slashing, and he was simply invincible!

"It's delayed, but once Xin Gugu is taken down, the Jihad Black Angel's successor will be weak, and Cheng Xingchu, the ghost beast host, is really weaker."

"It's not enough to face Lan Ling, Hei Ming, and Xin at the same time."

"And the vigil..."

This is a character that Xu Xiaoshou is very afraid of.

He doesn't seem to be an ordinary red-clothed man, he even beat the storyteller into ice crystals.

But at this moment, Vigil, who was searching for caramel candy, locked a certain prescription position, and even directly shattered the spatial fragmentation flow, rushing into it, and was about to find out the person behind the Xuyue Gray Palace.

"Simply scary!"

But these are not important.

"Old Qi, do you think you can still hide it?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"Ok?"

The storyteller was surprised.

With just this sentence, he knew that his trick of inviting the second child into the ancient book space was discovered.

But the second child can see his means, which is normal.

And the implication of this sentence...

Hong Yi, also found it?

The storyteller hurriedly gathered Lingnian to Lan Ling.

But there was a group of people in an orderly manner, with no fluctuations in their expressions, as if they still didn't find anything.

"Second, what do you mean..."

"Red clothes, it's not as simple as you think."

Xu Xiaoshou said slowly: "Although you have shielded the power of Tianji, so that the red clothes can't find the old man, it is enough for them to sense that someone nearby is interfering with Tianji."

"You guys came in too high-profile, Hong Yi already knew about it."

"At this time, if you match the combat power casually, you can clearly know that either you are here, or the three of the 'Holy Slaves' are all here."

"The only person in the White Grotto who can still hide his identity is the old man."

The channel through which the storyteller connects to the spiritual communication is a little unstable.

Obviously, he listened to what he said.

"so?"

But still a calm question was thrown out.

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and shook his head.

This guy……

Obviously, the storyteller is not unintelligent, he didn't think of this.

He just didn't take the red clothes to heart just because he was too superior.

But next, what he has to face is just red clothes?

Xu Xiaoshou said in a pointed tone: "From the beginning to the present, the fighting power shown by the red clothes is nothing more than that."

"Even when encountering the Black Angel of Jihad, no other forces were dispatched."

"That is to say, the power they are displaying in Lijian Grassland at this moment is all there is to it."

"At this time, do you think they can spare extra energy to deal with us while dealing with Xuyue Gray Palace?"

"Of course not." The storyteller suddenly became angry.

In his plan, he himself is the fisherman, and if the snipe and the clam fight in the game, both sides will lose.

Red clothes, what can I use to resist?

"Then you know our existence, and you don't have any extra energy, what do you need to do, Hong Yi?" Xu Xiaoshou hated iron for being weak.

"did you mean……"

The storyteller was startled, his thoughts were suddenly opened, and he said, "Contact the outside world?"

"No, caged bird, they don't even realize what's going on with themselves."

The exclamation was suppressed all of a sudden, and the storyteller's tone instantly turned into ridicule.

"Second brother, I have to say that your brain is indeed better than others', but even if they find out, so what?"

"In the space of ancient books, there is no contact with the outside world at all."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed inwardly.

really.

The speculation came true!

This side of the Lijian Grassland was engraved by a storyteller.

Everyone has fallen into an invisible net.

He didn't show it, but cursed angrily:

"idiot!"

"The red clothes can't contact the outside, what if the outside can't contact them?"

"You should know..."

"That old dog?!" The storyteller screamed suddenly, apparently fully understanding it.

What if Gou Wuyue finds out something is wrong and cuts off the White Cave with a single sword?

Brother, they haven't come out yet.

At that time, everything here will have to be... No, you and the second child will all resist?

For a moment, the storyteller's scalp tingled.