“Ahem…”

Listening to the storyteller standing on the stage, Wanwan, who was drinking goat milk, was caught off guard and choked.

[This is outrageous! Who spread this rumor? They even said I can breathe fire. I'm not a dragon, so why would I breathe fire? I can probably breathe milk, but that's more accurate.]

“Ahem…”

Xiao Moqing, who was drinking tea, was also choked when he heard the little girl's thoughts.

The special horse can spray milk!

Sister, you are the one who can speak!

"And then? And then?"

"Just tell me now!"

“That’s right!”

Below the stage in the restaurant, the people who were listening intently saw the storyteller suddenly stop, pick up the kettle beside him and drink water slowly. They couldn't help but urge him to hurry up.

The storyteller on the stage raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He drank some cold water, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said:

"And then—"

The storyteller picked up the fan and opened his mouth, then stopped a second later and asked, "Hey, where were we just now?"

Hearing this, everyone present almost couldn't help but take out their shoes to hit him.

Everyone: "Breathing fire, that fairy called Sister Janema can breathe fire!"

"Cao Wanjin knew he had been exposed and was about to send people to kill the miners to silence them."

The storyteller looked as if he had suddenly understood something. "Yes, that's right. Speaking of Cao Wanjin, he's a despicable villain! His lies were exposed by the three immortals, Zhenima, and the miners all knew about his evil deeds.

He was panicked when he saw this. His true nature was exposed, so he panicked. So he simply made up his mind and killed them all. As soon as he heard the word "kill", nearly a hundred guards inside and outside drew their swords, intending to kill them all!

"But Cao Wanjin never imagined that the three new people he had kidnapped were actually immortals! At the critical moment, the immortal named Brother Zhennima waved his hand, and the guards felt a sharp palm wind coming towards them, and then heard--"

The storyteller suddenly paused, picked up the chopping board beside him and slammed it hard.

“Snap—”

"Hundreds of strong guards, each clutching their swords, fell to the ground, breathless."

"Oh, I see!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present showed admiration.

"The immortal is indeed an immortal. He is so powerful. With just one move of soul-stealing magic and a flick of his finger, a hundred guards died."

Wanwan: “…”

[Uh, even my second brother thought it was outrageous.]

While cracking melon seeds, Xiao Moqing listened with great interest to the storyteller telling about the great achievements of their Jennyma trio.

Talk more, he loves to listen.

The tyrant drank his tea with a calm expression.

Why hasn’t he been mentioned yet? He wants to see how the storyteller praises him.

Everyone: "What else?"

The storyteller said, "And after that immortal named Brother Zhenima made his move, our other immortal named Zhenima Niubi naturally wouldn't sit still and wait for death. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the miners present, and a miracle happened."

"The blind miner is now blind; the lame man with a defective leg can now run; even the woman who was unable to conceive, after just a few steps with him, is pregnant!"

“Ahem—”

When the tyrant heard this, he was immediately furious and slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the table.

"presumptuous

"presumptuous!"

Just as the tyrant was about to get angry at the storyteller for daring to talk nonsense, a voice sounded faster than his.

"How can a bunch of mortals like you discuss my name?"

A majestic voice came from above everyone's head, and everyone looked up.

Under the light and shadow, a figure in white was seen slowly jumping down from the second floor and landing steadily on the stage.

The man on the stage was dressed in white, with a white veil covering most of his face, revealing his thin eyes.

Everyone present stared at the man in amazement, wondering who he was, when they saw the storyteller on the stage seeing the man fall beside him.

A look of deep shock flashed across his face, and then the storyteller fell to his knees with a plop and shouted to the man, "It's...it's the awesome immortal Jenny Ma. Disciple pays homage to the awesome immortal Jenny Ma."

Wanwan: “…”

【ha? 】

Xiao Moqing: "..."

The Tyrant: “…”

Seeing this, the crowd in the audience looked at each other in confusion and said:

"Immortal?"

"Is he the Immortal Jeannema Awesome?"

"Is this true?"

The storyteller knelt on the ground, and seeing that no one was responding, he became furious and said:

"How dare you! You don't kneel down when you see an immortal. Don't you want to die?"

The one who called himself the Awesome Immortal Jennyma swept his cold eyes over everyone present.

Just as everyone present was hesitating whether to kneel down, they heard the immortal slowly speak:

"I don't need believers who don't believe in me to kneel down and worship me. You do believe in me. Tell me what you want, and I can help you realize it."

"I... I..." The storyteller knelt on the ground and looked to the side. The next second, he saw a girl pushing a woman in a wheelchair towards him.

The storyteller looked at the two men, his expression changed. He kowtowed to the man again and said respectfully, "My wife's legs have been paralyzed for many years. I heard that immortals can heal everything with just a touch of their fingertips. Please help my wife heal her legs."

The girl pushing the wheelchair beside him knelt down and said to the man, "Please, immortal, heal my mother's legs. I am willing to worship you forever."

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!