I have a passive skill.

Under the power, choosing to bow his head is something Xu Xiaoshou often does.

"Everything, to live...no, to live on!"

He secretly looked at the completely collapsed void around him, but he had no influence at all.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that just by doing this, he could see that the strength of the storyteller opposite him was definitely several times higher than that of Vigil.

Such control is perfect.

counsel...

Well, you should be cowardly!

"Hmm~"

The storyteller clasped his elbows in front of his chest, as if his soul had been cleared away by the call.

He disappeared on the spot with a whoosh.

Under Xu Xiaoshou's terrified pupils, he had already gently wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and whispered in his ear: "Then, little brother, do you want to know why he can come from Lijian Grassland?"

"No, I don't want to!"

Xu Xiaoshou's soul was almost shattered by the hot air.

He wanted to pull away, but at this moment he found himself completely trapped.

Not by the palm of the storyteller.

Instead, he is bound by space, by the way of heaven, and by everything in the White Grotto.

Or, to put it another way.

Xu Xiaoshou was directly rejected by the rules of the Dao of Heaven in the White Grotto when the storyteller took such a step.

Heaven and earth are big.

But at this moment, there is no place for me anymore!

Therefore, there is no escape!

"hiss."

Taking a deep breath, Xu Xiaoshou died in peace.

"think."

"I want to...please senior explain, I, Xu Xiaoshou, really want to know!"

"Senior?" The storyteller tilted his head, his hair fell down and slid to his lips, charming.

Xu Xiaoshou cast his life-saving eyes on Luo Leilei again.

At this moment, how much he hopes that the other party can ignore the past and save himself.

The future is long, and Xu Xiaoshou said that he can repay Loleilei by being a cow or a horse.

But the other party turned slightly sideways after an extremely suppressed chill, indicating that he didn't see anything.

Tears fell down from the corners of his eyes.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was forced by life, and he felt that the world was so fucked up.

Why one vigil isn't enough.

Why did a storyteller come, and in a blink of an eye, because of a "Wen Ming", the other party became such a face?

shouldn't be...

It shouldn't be! ! !

With a purse of his lips, the two words with ups and downs and trills squeezed out from between Xu Xiaoshou's teeth.

"Brother~"

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Chapter 5 Seventy

With a cry of "brother", he almost killed Luo Leilei on the spot.

She couldn't help shaking her shoulders, as if she wanted to laugh.

But the goosebumps that stood up all over his body brought more feelings, but it was disgusting.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you have today too!"

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou, who was completely unable to resist under the despotic power of the senior storyteller, Luo Leilei felt sympathetic on the one hand, but on the other hand, he felt at ease again.

She knew how powerful the young man in front of her was.

This is the case in Tianxuanmen.

It is the same when entering the White Grotto, entering the ancient book space of the storyteller predecessors.

But now, an identity was exposed, and in front of the senior storyteller, he couldn't even make waves, and was directly suppressed.

……

"Hey~"

The storyteller felt extremely comfortable with this shout.

He enjoyed it for a long time before he said: "Then, little brother Wen Ming, since you really want to know, I will tell you."

"Incarnation outside the body..."

The storyteller took a deep breath, and his voice was full of temptation, "Want to learn?"

"I do not want!!!"

Xu Xiaoshou almost lost his wits on the spot, even his ears turned red, and he didn't know why.

But, can this "don't want to" really be said?

"Don't you want to learn?"

Seeing the hesitant Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller's face suddenly became serious, and he said seriously: "This is an incarnation that can only be mastered by a half-sage. They are optimistic about you, so they want to teach you!"

"think……"

Xu Xiaoshou was about to cry, and said helplessly, "People...ah bah! I really want to learn..."

Loleilei almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What did I just hear?

Xu Xiaoshou, was almost homogenized?

"Hmm, that's right!"

The storyteller finally let go of Xu Xiaoshou's shoulders, turned around, moved lightly with lotus steps, and came to him.

"People know that you still want to learn, but there must be a prerequisite for them to teach you..."

"What premise?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"You, you want to go with others."

The storyteller stretched out his green fingers, touched Xu Xiaoshou's chest, and said with red lips, "I know that my brother likes you very much, but now, I like you too."

"So, if you want to learn, you have to make sure to go with him in the end, and after that... you can't be led away by your brother, you know?"

Looking at the man in the red skirt in front of him, he was about to get close.

Xu Xiaoshou, who felt that the power of restraint was not diminished at all, couldn't even take a step back.

He could only let his soul lean back as much as possible, and asked with difficulty: "Brother, who? The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

The storyteller's close-to-body movements suddenly froze, and his eyes became a little more funny.

"Stinky boy, it's all about this, and you still dare to say what others say?"

"Do you really think that people have forgotten what you just did?"

"Eh..." Xu Xiaoshou's face froze, as if he had no intention of this at all, and asked again: "What are you talking about, I'm just curious."

"Don't you guys want to know why I outlast tears?"

He said, turning his gaze to Loleilei, and said, "It's because I met an uncle before, and he gave me a copy of the ancient book."

Loreile's face darkened.

Before speaking, the storyteller was clearly interested.

"What classic?"

"Sword Watching Code!"

Xu Xiaoshou finally felt the curious gaze of a normal person on the face of the storyteller, feeling relieved, and continued:

"The uncle saved my life. Seeing that I have extraordinary aptitude, he gave me an ancient book, which is "Guan Jian Dian"."

After saying that, Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes still falling on Luo Leilei.

But the secret "perception" has been observing the storyteller's reaction.

"Sword Watching Code..."

Doubt appeared in the storyteller's eyes, "The Eighth Sword Immortal's own "Guanjian Canon"?"

"Correct."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded, feeling a little more surprised.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Isn't that sloppy uncle the same person as the chief slave?

"how does he look like?"

The storyteller frowned, obviously at this time, his elder brother's affairs had suppressed all his other affairs at the moment.

"Sloppy, long hair, covered in oil, and dragging a big sack..."

Xu Xiaoshou said while observing the reaction, seeing that there was no feedback, he pondered in his eyes, and said: "Bazhi, there is a big scar on his neck."

The storyteller's pupils trembled vaguely.

If it wasn't for Xu Xiaoshou's keen "perception", he wouldn't even be able to observe this small detail.

He immediately glanced at the message board.

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

"Watched, passive value, +1."

Suspect?

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

What does this mean, and what is the storyteller suspecting?

Doubt the authenticity of your words?

Or, doubt the identity of the sloppy uncle?

Or, because of his own words, he had doubts about his so-called "brother"?

"You're lying!" The storyteller said suddenly.

"will not."

Xu Xiaoshou immediately shook his head like a rattle, with earnest eyes, "I, Xu Xiaoshou, never lie!"

"Nonsence!"

Luo Leilei on the side spat directly, and said anxiously: "Senior storyteller, don't believe his evil, if nine and a half out of ten sentences of this guy are true, it is already considered very good!"

A black line appeared on Xu Xiaoshou's forehead.

It's a scam!

You little girl, don't let me, Xu Xiaoshou, get caught!

Otherwise, you look good!