Chapter 165 Don't Trust Me
"Meow!"
As soon as Shengsheng and the white cat exchanged glances, the cat suddenly widened its eyes and jumped away quickly.
"Aren't you going to catch it? That's a nightmare tapir."
Before he could react, the storyteller's voice sounded faintly.
"Is that a nightmare tapir?"
Chen Changsheng was startled, and immediately remembered what Bai Ze said to Shengsheng in the demon realm, and his face froze.
"I'll catch it right away!"
Chen Changsheng finished speaking, and flew over.
He wanted to know what Shengsheng had in the nightmare tapir's hand. Judging from the way Bai Ze spoke at the time, it must not be simple, and it must be very important to Shengsheng.
"Your third brother really trusts me."
The storyteller looked at Chen Changsheng's quickly disappearing back, but Shengsheng was still beside him, and couldn't help but sigh.
Sheng Sheng looked at him suspiciously: "Where do you get your confidence from?"
Since she woke up, the third brother has been staring at her secretly, with a serious look, even a dangerous look.
"After all, I left you by my side."
The storyteller said with a smile.
Sheng Sheng shook her head: "You think too much, the third brother can only see that you will not hurt me."
If the storyteller wanted to take action, he would have countless opportunities to kill her, but from beginning to end he did not take action on her, instead he helped her several times.
"...It's too early to say that."
The storyteller looked at Shengsheng with a smile: "Didn't Bai Ze remind you not to trust me?"
"As far as I know, you should have met Bai Ze a long time ago, right?"
Shengsheng blinked: "Is there anything else you don't know?"
I always feel that after meeting the storyteller, he knows everything, including things in his previous life, as if he knows something.
"I'm a storyteller, and I know much more than you think."
The storyteller smiled, his eyes were deep, his temperament was warm, and he had a bookish aura, but there was a sense of mystery.
"Then do you know why I am here?"
Shengsheng stared at him. It seemed like a normal question, but in fact she was asking the storyteller why she was reborn?
But under the constraints of heaven, some things cannot be said clearly, and she didn't know if the other party could understand her doubts.
However, the storyteller nodded gently: "Of course I know, because you succeeded."
Throughout the ages, countless people have failed in what they wanted to do.
The storyteller has witnessed countless failures. The most recent one was very close to success, but in the end it still failed, and both sides suffered losses.
The storyteller has been wandering in this world for countless years and thought that no one would succeed. However, when he arrived in Youzhou City according to the guidance of destiny, he did not witness the destined fate.
Instead, he saw countless people breaking their own predetermined fate, which made him feel a little absurd, but also aroused a strong interest.
The moment he entered Jiangshui City, he set his eyes on Shengsheng.
Countless destinies are entangled with one person, and all kinds of destinies are gathered in one person.
Even if he wanted to pretend to be blind, he could still clearly see the countless misfortunes and merits behind Shengsheng.
After close contact, he even saw his mark on her soul.
At that moment, the storyteller knew the truth of everything.
"I succeeded?"
Shengsheng tilted her head, a little confused, but for some reason she felt relieved.
It seemed that after hearing the storyteller say that she succeeded.
The things that had been hanging in her heart all along fell down completely, and there was even an inexplicable joy filling her heart.
"Yes, you are the first successful person in history."
The storyteller looked down at her, with the corners of his lips slightly raised: "It's really unexpected. I didn't expect that the first successful person would be someone as weak and pitiful as you."
"...If you say that, I'll be angry. How am I weak?"
Shengsheng puffed up her cheeks and looked at the storyteller with an unpredictable expression, feeling very dissatisfied.
After all, she is now very powerful. She has entered the Jindan stage at the age of five. She stood out and shouted: Who else?
No one dared to stand up and compete with her!
"Haha, it's better to be arrogant than to be inferior."
The storyteller laughed softly. What he saw was a girl who was once so humble that she bowed her head and begged for help.
In order to get back the master's natal sword, he bowed his head and begged the enemy, feeling lost and helpless, and was eventually cursed;
in order to take back the flesh and bones of the fourth senior sister, he secretly attacked the daughter of destiny, defected from the sect, attracted countless attacks, and was thrown into the Endless Sea;
he drifted in the vast and boundless Endless Sea just to find the body of his eldest senior brother, and finally only left a cenotaph;
he broke into the Jiangshui City occupied by demons, After praying again and again, she only knew that she was buried in a mass grave, where she dug up corpses and buried countless people, but she couldn't find the body of her second senior sister;
she learned that her third senior brother was still alive and finally entered the mortal realm, but she only saw the corpse suppressing the fate of the country, the soul never resting, and the third senior brother who had fallen into a demon and lost his mind...
Her life should have been spent in panic and helplessness, and she should have died at the hands of the ruthless sword master, and her soul was exterminated, but now everything has changed.
"Storyteller, what are you thinking about?"
Shengsheng looked at the storyteller who was distracted. She hadn't heard him say a word for a long time, but his eyes fell on her with a particularly hot look, staring at her and making her shudder.
"Nothing."
The storyteller smiled slightly: "I want to remind you of one thing, don't trust me so much."
"What?" Shengsheng was stunned and very dissatisfied, "I don't believe you!"
From the moment he appeared on the stage until now, he has been mysterious and weird. Who dares to believe him?
"You'd better do as you said. After all, the pain of soul tearing, you don't want to try it again, right?"
Hearing this, Shengsheng shrank his neck inexplicably, and always felt chilled all over.
A familiar yet strange pain emerged from her memory, making her feel scared.
Absolutely!
Don't try it again!
That kind of deadly pain, once is enough to remember it for two lifetimes!
The storyteller tapped Shengsheng's head gently: "It seems that you haven't forgotten everything. Go find the tapir. When your memory is fully restored, we will talk in detail then."
"What do you mean?"
Shengsheng covered her head and looked at the storyteller dissatisfiedly.
From the storyteller's appearance, it seemed that there was a complicated conspiracy between her, him, the tapir, and Bai Ze.
All the people involved and the spirit beasts still remembered it, but she was the only one who forgot everything.
"It means I'm leaving. You should keep it in mind. I can look for you in the future, but you must not get close to me."
The storyteller patted her head, but because he was blocked, he could only pat his hands.
"I look forward to the day when you recover completely."
The storyteller said softly as he slowly stood up.
There was a lot of dew in the forest, and his washed white clothes were stained a lot. With his back to the mottled light spots, a layer of shadow was cast on his face, with light and dark intertwined, strange and dangerous.
"Be careful in the future, you have been targeted. It is not accidental that you will be involved in the mortal realm, but destiny."