Shen Qiqi looked back and saw a young man standing five steps behind her.
The man was dressed in white, with a slim figure but not frail. His facial contours were delicate, and his features were so exquisite that they seemed to be painted. His eyes were bright, his nose was tall and straight, and his thin lips had a natural lustrous luster. He gave people a feeling of being as icy as ice and as graceful as a fairy.
To be fair, this man is definitely the most outstanding looking man that Shen Qiqi has ever seen in her past and present lives: he has the softness of a woman, yet the heroic spirit of a man, perfectly interpreting what it means to be delicate but not coquettish.
Shen Qiqi couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times.
It just so happened that the other person was looking at her.
Perhaps it was because the other party had given her such a great sense of amazement, the moment their eyes met, Shen Qiqi suddenly felt a little dazed, and many images swarmed in her mind, making her head hurt.
Xie Beiming keenly noticed her abnormality, and hurriedly supported her, asking in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
His eyes were full of worry.
Shen Qiqi tried to recall and found that so many scenes had passed by her eyes just now, but she didn't seem to see them clearly.
Could it be that she hasn't had enough rest recently and is hallucinating?
It should be like this.
Just at this moment, the stabbing headache also disappeared, so she shook her head at Xie Beiming and said, "I'm fine."
"Are you really okay?"
"Um."
At this time, the man had already shifted his gaze and was walking past her, heading straight towards the storyteller.
The storyteller was collecting money quite generously. When he heard this discordant voice, he looked up at the man unhappily. When he saw the man's face clearly, his eyes lit up.
What a pretty beauty!
Could it be that a celestial being has strayed into the mortal world?!
The storyteller was marveling inwardly when the celestial being who had strayed into the mortal world walked up to him. She stretched out her delicate, white hand, and directly picked up the hotly-selling Fire Book. After flipping through just a few pages, she trembled all over and threw the book in his face, angrily shouting, "What nonsense! The contents here are pure fabrication!"
The androgynous face was filled with anger, and it was obvious that he was angered by the contents of the book.
Although it doesn’t hurt much when a book hits my face, it hurts my face more than my flesh.
How can he survive in Jiuyou City after being slapped in the face like this?
It was the first time that the storyteller was slapped in the face in public like this. He was furious. He first put the money in the winnowing basket into his pocket and then shouted at the man: "Where did you come from, this arrogant fellow? How dare you come here and make trouble? I think you are tired of living, right?"
He changed his previous friendly and profitable look and now had a fierce look on his face. He kept poking with his fingers, and was just about to poke the man's nose directly.
The man was not afraid. There was a rare coldness in his amber eyes, and he spoke to the storyteller in a cold voice.
"You fabricated other people's privacy and sold it, and you think you're right, right?"
"How could I have made it up? What I wrote was all true!"
"What do you mean by facts? How did you know what happened in the City Lord's room? Were you just watching the City Lord enjoying himself? But who are you? Do you have the qualifications?"
“…”
The storyteller was stumped by the man's series of questions and felt uneasy.
"The Extraordinary Sweet Day of the City Lord and His Little Wife" was indeed a fabrication by him.
He had no idea what was going on inside the city lord's room.
As for watching, that is even more impossible.
He was just a small bookstore owner, not to mention being able to watch, he didn't even have the qualifications to enter the City Lord's Mansion.
But when the storyteller thought that he had obtained the city lord's permission to do so in advance, his courage grew again.
He straightened his back, raised his head, and shouted at the man, "You said I was making things up, and I said you were a colleague who deliberately came here to disrupt things... Yes, that's right, you are a colleague. Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, you can obviously be a scholar! Tsk tsk, seeing that I write well, you are jealous, right? You want to come here to disrupt things, right?"
"No! I'm not!"
"No? Then what is your identity?"
"I……"
The man was speechless.
Seeing that he was speechless, the storyteller sneered, "I was right, wasn't I? Humph, I've seen many people like you who can't stand others doing well. And I'm not afraid to tell you, I'll beat anyone like you who can't stand others doing well. Today, I'm going to eliminate this evil for the people and beat you to death, you red-eyed monster!"
The storyteller was very brave and swung the folding fan towards the man before he finished speaking, as he could enjoy the coolness of the mountain behind him.
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