I have a passive skill.

Xu Xiaoshou saw goose bumps all over his body, and almost slashed forward with his sword.

But he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, his eyes sank, and he just squinted at the man in the red dress without saying a word.

"Uh……"

The storyteller also felt that he was presumptuous for a while.

The last time he let go of his natural instincts in front of this dead old ghost, he almost burned all the hair on his body.

This time...

"No."

The storyteller curled up his fingers, bowed his head, pouted and said, "It's impossible for Niu Niu to give it to you, just give it up, this is a gift I want to give to my brother."

"You already have the gift." Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved. ,

"This is the second copy!"

The storyteller said angrily: "Should I not be allowed to give a second gift?"

"May."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded lightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "But what about the old man? If you called the old man out in such a hurry, you didn't intend to make a fuss, and you also gave a gift?"

His gaze froze.

The storyteller suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Is this old ghost going to settle accounts?

You are sick, but I just called you out in advance, and there is nothing to lose.

A snake is not enough to make amends.

You still want my cow?

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to know what he was thinking, and said lightly: "Gifts are in pairs, bring them, I delayed the old man's experiment, and directly practiced you, do you believe it?"

"I do not believe!"

The storyteller roared in his heart.

But there was a stiff smile on his face, and he took out a piece of space paper the size of a palm from his bosom.

"Give, give..."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't say a word, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and the big dark circles under his eyes were congealed, "Do you want the old man to go and get it?"

The storyteller's face turned green instantly.

You bloody old fellow!

Don't you want to keep people from moving?

You obediently did as you said, and now you are discussing these seniority things with me, are you sick!

"Oh, yes, he is indeed ill."

The storyteller suddenly woke up.

If the second child was not ill, how could it be possible to persuade even the older brother after so many years?

dare not stop.

As soon as the storyteller passed his hands, a space vortex appeared in front of him.

Then, a whirlpool appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

Space paper is presented from the vortex.

Apparently, the storyteller was so careful that he didn't even dare to approach him.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head with a smile, and picked up the piece of paper with two fingers.

In the small paper space, there are tens of thousands of blood droplets, like red duckweed, scattered in every corner of the space paper.

"do you died……"

"Perception" detects that there is no life fluctuation in it.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart darkened.

If Xin Gugu is dead, then what's the point of coming out this time?

What's the difference between a friend who can't be saved and being indifferent after witnessing his death?

"Not dead yet."

The storyteller saw the darkened eyes of the second child, and thought that the old ghost was in a bad mood because of the death of the ghost beast medicine, so he hurriedly explained.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes.

The storyteller immediately added: "This is also my ancient book space. Outsiders may not be aware of it, but with the blessing of the power of 'yin and yang life and death?', people can maintain a trace of his soul and wisdom."

"Will you be able to wake up and see the good fortune... But if you want to make alchemy, it should be possible."

"Not dead, hehe, really not dead."

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the storyteller for a long time before flipping the space paper into the Yuan Mansion.

In fact, if possible, he really wanted to ask the storyteller to unlock the power of the space paper.

In this way, once Xin Gugu enters the Yuan Mansion, he can be bathed in the vitality of the spirit seal of life, and he will never die.

But this approach is too risky!

Not to mention whether Sang Lao knows the power of the storyteller or not, whether he can understand it or not.

Just by myself...

If you still need to rely on others to help yourself, invisibly, it is a manifestation of price drop.

In order to maintain his identity, and...to force himself, Xu Xiaoshou had to pretend that I knew everything.

Although at this moment, he can't even beat one tenth of the storyteller.

"very good."

Xu Xiaoshou, who no longer knew what to say, or even how to exit, had no choice but to look around, nodded his head lightly, and said the words neither painful nor itchy.

"You guys have given enough time and face, this is the end of what this old man has to do."

"leftover……"

He looked at the red clothes, then at the storyteller, and said with a smile, "You can settle your own affairs. The old man still has tasks. Goodbye."

Step forward.

I was about to recite the "disappearance technique" silently in my heart.

But at this time, there was a voice of urging from behind:

"Senior stay behind."

With a sound, the audience was dead silent.

Everyone looked at the person who exited in unison.

This time, even the storyteller felt a little depressed.

You red dress, what's your name?

This is Saint Slave, do you understand?

You can afford it?

It's easy to ask God to send God away, but it's hard for this dead ghost to slip away, why are you keeping him here!

Can you beat him?

Stay and continue grabbing gifts?

"This girl is sick... I should have dug out her eyeballs if I knew it earlier!" The storyteller slandered, "I'm so mad!"

The crowd in red also looked back in shock, and their eyes suddenly focused on Yu Zhiwen.

Yu Zhiwen felt a lot of pressure for a while.

If it is possible, she does not want to bear the gaze of more than ten thrones, or even several strong people at the level of Dao Slashing, at the same time.

But right now, I have to say.

Xu Xiaoshou naturally also saw the existence of Yu Zhiwen.

This girl has been frowning from the beginning, as if she has seen something with her delicate star pupils.

Now that he opened his mouth again, Xu Xiaoshou felt his heart tremble.

But, ignore it?

be honest.

If you ignore it, Xu Xiaoshou doesn't know how to leave the field after using the "disappearing technique".

The deadlock on the battlefield was directly broken by his sudden intrusion.

At this time, without a suitable reason, no one would destroy the storyteller's ancient book space.

Even the one in red didn't dare.

Previously, I didn't let Hongyi do anything because Xin Gugu's matter hadn't been settled yet.

But now I want to.

The other party really didn't dare!

And as the second child of the holy slave, who still received double gifts, Xu Xiaoshou at this moment has no reason to tear down his family.

Therefore, I want to get out of the ancient book space.

Unless the storyteller's brain is clamped by a space crack, he detonates the ancient book space by himself.

Otherwise, there is only one chance left.

Because Yu Zhiwen said a few more words, he inexplicably angered the second child of the holy slave, and then the second child of the holy slave became angry, forcing Hongyi to take action, breaking the space of the ancient book!

Anyway, old man Sang lost his temper for no reason, which is the most normal thing.

"Little girl..."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped with a smile, turned his head and took a look.

With a bang, the space where Hong Yi was located instantly collapsed and became unstable.

Yu Zhiwen, who was hiding in the shield of the Heaven-Sealing Great Formation, even under the indiscriminate damage, immediately let out a muffled snort, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

so weak?

right.

Forget that besides himself, Yu Zhiwen should be the only second "naturally strong" left here.

"Zhiwen!"

Lan Ling flew to Yu Zhiwen's side, supported him with one hand, and passed on the docile Lingyuan.

She lowered her eyebrows, and she didn't even have time to glare at Sheng Nu's second child, who was bullying the younger. She just kept gesticulating with her eyes, trying to understand why Yu Zhiwen left this old guy.

"It's okay, he has kept his hand."

Yu Zhiwen felt the oppressive force of this familiar momentum, as if seeing the scene of Xu Xiaoshou suppressing the audience when Daowen Chushi was born.

Thinking back to the same familiar scorching heat from before...

Heart sighed.

Faintly understood something.

"Dare to ask seniors, is there an apprentice named Xu Xiaoshou?"

Yu Zhiwen expressed his doubts.

The line of sight, however, has been staying on the four swords.

With this statement settled, Xu Xiaoshou did not wait for a reaction.