Chapter 78, End!
"...Then Master Wei took Yuan'er and Zhang San and left the capital, heading straight for Shuzhou!"
"Dear readers, let's stop here today. If you want to know what happens next..."
The storyteller slammed the wake-up stick in his hand heavily on the table, making a dull "pa" sound.
"Let's wait for the next time!"
"Thank you all for your support! Thank you all for your rewards!"
“…”
The storyteller announced that the work was finished, but everyone in the teahouse was not happy.
"What? Is that all? Keep going!!"
"That's right! Isn't the fox demon going to follow? Where is it now?"
"Yes! And Xiao Feng, what happened to him?!"
"Tell me quickly! There's a big reward!"
All of a sudden, countless copper coins and silver coins flew into the small copper stove in front of the storyteller, making a crisp "ding-ling-clang" sound.
However, some men with hot tempers were more direct and slammed the various weapons on their waists onto the table with a "bang".
There were swords, hammers, axes, and sticks... The most outrageous one was a big knife that was a full zhang long! The storyteller shuddered at the sight, but still said:
"Everyone, there really is no more today."
"I've been talking for more than a month straight, I need to rest my voice..."
"Take a break!"
The man holding the big knife interrupted with an angry shout: "Tell me now! Otherwise, you can't be a man!"
"ah?"
The storyteller's face turned pale, he shrank his neck, and quickly looked at the other heroes as if asking for help.
Fortunately, the others were reasonable and spoke up to help:
"Forget it, what's wrong with just letting him rest for half a day?"
"That's right. I haven't heard such a good story in a long time. Good things take time to come!"
"Put your knife away! Don't scare the gentleman!"
"Yes, yes, yes! My Green Stem Sword is enough!"
“…”
After hearing what everyone said, the man with the knife finally put the knife back reluctantly, but he still refused to give in.
"Humph! It's okay if you don't tell us today, but you have to tell us what the next one is called first."
Inspired by the man's words, everyone immediately agreed:
"Yes, yes! Just tell me, young sir!"
"If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this door today!"
"Did you see this silver ingot? I told you it's yours. If you don't, it's gone."
“…”
"Well! Then I'll tell you in advance..."
Forced into a corner, the storyteller finally agreed to the request with a dry cough.
His face became serious and his eyes swept around.
The teahouse gradually fell silent, and then a clear voice rang out.
"When drunk, I lie on the lap of a beauty; when awake, I hold a murderous sword."
"I don't ask for a city wall, but I ask for the right to kill."
"Dear readers, next time we will talk about..."
The storyteller paused for a moment, then spoke in a high-pitched voice, word by word:
"Soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles!"
Wow! As refreshing as if it had just been rained on by a heavy rain, there was an uproar in the teahouse.
However, when everyone came to their senses and looked again, the storyteller had disappeared, and with him also disappeared the small copper stove filled with reward money.
Although the person is gone, the echo of his last words lingers in our ears for a long time.
Soaring up to 90,000 miles.
…
Early the next morning, the teahouse was full of people.
But everyone waited for a long time, and the storyteller, who should have arrived a long time ago, did not show up.
"Waiter! What's going on? Why hasn't the storyteller come yet?!"
"Yeah! I've cracked a whole plate of melon seeds!"
"I think you don't want to open this store anymore!"
"Where's my knife?"
“…”
Amidst the scolding, a servant with a towel on his shoulder ran out in a panic, bent over and rubbed his hands nervously, saying: "Gentlemen, he, he may not come today..."
"What the hell?! Not coming???"
"Explain it to me clearly!!"
"Fuck! I waited for so long in vain!"
"Everybody, let's do it! Smash the store!"
“Swish, swish, swish!”
All kinds of weapons were taken out again, and the servant wailed while using his hands and feet to try to stop them.
"Gentlemen! Why would he not come to our teahouse?"
"Stop smashing it! Stop smashing it!"
“…”
While the teahouse was in chaos, in a small courtyard not far away, the storyteller was pulling his hair in distress.
Where should I start?
Oh, I’m so distressed. I really can’t think of anything!
No... rest for a day? Will he be chopped? Thinking of the three-meter-long sword, the storyteller was terrified again.
but……
Whatever! What's the big deal if I just take a day off?
In this clear and bright world, could they really chop me down?!
Having made up his mind, the storyteller instantly relaxed and lay back on the bed.
But after lying there for a while, he felt bored again and needed to find some fun.
I finally have a day off, what should I do? I heard that there are some new singers and dancers at Manchunlou? How about...
“Swish!”
The storyteller immediately got out of bed, grabbed a handful of reward money from the copper stove, and hurried out of the door.
My dear! Here I come! This chapter is an informal summary. The formal summary plus the goddess chapter plus the remarks will be tomorrow! (End of this chapter)
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