“Cursed, passive value, +1.”

Her gums itched and she said bitterly: "Xu Xiaoshou, you..."

"Just ask!"

 Xu Xiaoshou simply relaxed completely, he figured it out.

 “I’m in trouble.”

“Whatever you want to ask, I will tell you everything you want to know.”

“Finally, if you can let me live, I’d be very grateful.”

 “If you can’t…”

"It doesn't matter!"

 “It doesn’t matter!”

 Xu Xiaoshou gave a loud drink and said righteously: "But before that, please allow me, Xu Xiaoshou, to give my 120,000-point apology to the senior storyteller."

Ignoring the other party’s reaction, Xu Xiaoshou immediately made a deep bow of more than ninety degrees.

"sorry!!!"

Until his head touched his knees, he bounced up and said, "It was the boy's fault earlier. He should not have deceived the senior storyteller."

“But there is a reason for everything. It’s a long story, and I can’t explain it clearly for a while.”

 “I won’t go into details here.”

"I just hope that seniors can take it for granted that my master Sang Lao, who is the second in command of the Holy Slave, Wu Xiu, the masked man who is the leader of the Holy Slave, and the guy with tears in his eyes... and Lorelei, let him go.

A way out!"

"Many thanks!"

 Xu Xiaoshou bowed again.

 The corners of Lorelei's mouth were twitching wildly.

Absolutely awesome!

Xu Xiaoshou, should I say that you are capable of bending and stretching, or should I say that you are really shameless!

 Shuangxing brother, can you also be related?

You can just talk nonsense when you see that he is not there!

　　Why don’t you involve Senior Cen?

"Oh, right!"

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have remembered something and added: "There is also senior Cen Qiaofu. Ever since I met him in Tiansang Ling Palace that day, I have been fascinated by him for a long time and looked at my senior..."

Seeing the storyteller’s eyes becoming more and more uncertain, Xu Xiaoshou quickly changed his target.

He looked at Lorelei and said: "It's up to you. After you ask Senior Cen for me, he said that he hasn't seen me for a long time and misses him so much. When we get together again, we must have some wine..."

“Perception” looked at the storyteller’s face as dark as ink.

  Xu Xiaoshou’s voice also gradually weakened.

 “…Yan Huan.”

 “Ahem.”

 “Did I say too much?”

 He muttered to himself, as if muttering: "It doesn't matter, although it is for a very special reason, but after all, I deceived the senior storyteller."

“Senior, if you want to kill or cut into pieces, I, Xu Xiaoshou, will never complain!”

Just say it.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his head and closed his eyes with a look of death.

His "Perception" is at its peak, and with the "Disappearance Technique" plus "One Step to the Sky", he is fully prepared.

 Once the storyteller feels something is wrong, he immediately abandons the rhetoric and runs away.

“Being watched, passive value, +1.”

 “Be liked, passive value, +1.”

 The storyteller stared directly at himself.

Although the face is no longer full of spring breeze, it is now covered with frost.

But a message suddenly popped up on the message bar, which made Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but tremble.

 Hi, like?

 He froze on the spot.

 Even my thinking is a bit difficult to change.

"like?"

 “God likes it so much!”

"You are sick. I, Xu Xiaoshou, have already mentioned this. A normal person would either get angry and take action to solve the problem directly."

"Either treat the person as a junior, and for the sake of bowing twice, let it go."

 “What do you mean... like?”

 Xu Xiaoshou was trembling with fear.

Facing the storyteller was more painful than facing ten vigils.

 The emotions of people who are "Saint Slaves" cannot be caught.

 You never know what he was like one second ago and what he will be like the next second.

 Wuye admired himself, so Xu Xiaoshou could accurately control his thoughts and then influence them.

 But facing the storyteller...

 Don’t talk about being in control!

 One "like" almost made Xu Xiaoshou cry.

 “I’m sorry, if there’s something about me that pleases you just now, can you tell me...”

 “I’ll change it!!!”

Xu Xiaoshou roared in his heart, he can't afford to offend this perverted man in a red dress!

 …

 “As expected of the person that my brother has taken a liking to!”

 The storyteller held it in for a while, and finally shook his head, clapped his hands in praise.

"Luo Yatou, are you sure you admitted it correctly? He is Wen Ming?"

 Compared to other issues, even the lesson given by the Holy Slave Laoer who was disguised as Xu Xiaoshou in the ancient book space at that time, the storyteller seems to be more concerned about this issue.

"Um."

 Lorelei nodded and said: "In addition to Xu Xiaoshou, there is no other person in Tiansang Ling Palace who can make the leader take notice."

“Okay.” The storyteller pursed his red lips and asked again, “Are you done asking?”

"Um……"

 Lorelei wanted to continue speaking, but she still had too many unresolved problems and needed to get a reply from Xu Xiaoshou.

 But now, the storyteller seems to be unable to wait any longer.

Just.

  Nodding, she took half a step back.

 The storyteller’s face once again smiled.

“Wen Ming, I finally see you, it turns out you are Wen Ming!”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

 He finally understood that there were things in this world that were more uncomfortable than dying directly.

 “Alive!”

“Living in front of this perverted man in a red dress, as a man, is even more painful than dying!”

 The storyteller shook his head and sighed, scenes from the space of ancient books flashing through his mind.

 At one moment he was filled with murderous intent, and at another he was filled with inexplicable admiration.

 After a long time, his final eyes were fixed...

 Be kind!
To be continued...