Chapter 1925 White Fox (Extra)
After getting married, Yan Yu's famous name was completely buried in the demon world.
No demon has seen him again, nor has he seen that terrifying Coral Snake.
He was reborn for a while, and then he disappeared again.
Hidden in an unknown place in the world, no one knows.
Some people said that he stayed with his little wife for a long time and was unwilling to come out again; others said that his strength had weakened and he was unable to start turmoil again; some even said that he was just plotting in secret, plotting the next shocking conspiracy .
There are different opinions, and each has its own reason.
His legends are circulating everywhere in the human world.
Half curse, half fear.
In the teahouse at the foot of the mountain, the man in the dusty cloak and veil sat on the tea table, resting his chin, listening with great interest to the stories made up by the storyteller.
Mr. Storyteller said that back then, Yan Yu was so powerful that he could block thousands of demons. If any demons approached him within three meters, they would be poisoned and died on the spot.
Mr. Storyteller also said that the snake demon still has the blood of a real dragon, invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to all poisons, and is an out-and-out evil god.
Talking and laughing, the kind that can kill people.
Mr. Storyteller also said that wherever Yan Yu went, not a single blade of grass grew, and everything was corrupt. He could be called the King of Poison.
The girl sitting in the corner, playing with teacups, listened with gusto.
Even though she has heard these stories hundreds of times, she can tell different feelings from different storytellers.
Feel…
very funny.
She swayed her legs slightly, under the veil, her red lips were slightly hooked.
Skin as fair as snow, long black hair rolled up.
Even with the cloak that is so plain, it is difficult to hide his figure.
Slender and charming.
Really eye-catching.
Many men looked over, their attention was not on the story of Mr. Storyteller, but on her.
pretty woman...
Looks like a lonely person again.
There are a few men who can't help it, and start to move around.
Ready to move, wanting to step forward.
…
…
But they ultimately lost their chance.
Just as someone wanted to move, a man over 1.9 meters tall came in at the entrance of the teahouse.
His face was pale and coquettish, cold and penetrating.
Wearing the most plain gray cloth, holding an umbrella.
Walking in, the oncoming cold feeling.
It seems that there are gusts of wind blowing.
It is chilling and oppressive.
The hidden muscles seem to be able to kill someone with one punch.
Now, no one dares to move.
Even the storyteller stopped his indignant voice.
Everyone cast their eyes on the past.
Fortunately, the man didn't seem to be looking for trouble.
Just standing there, his cold and piercing eyes fell on the corner.
decided for a while.
The girl in the simple cloak in the corner is listening to it.
After Mr. Storyteller stopped, she seemed to perceive something and looked over.
When she met the man's gaze, she blinked.
Like a good baby, he stood up obediently, walked over, and held his hand.
"Let's go."
Her white and soft hands grabbed him.
The slender and beautiful figure, when standing with him, seemed a bit out of place for a while.
I always feel that the beautiful girl was kidnapped and sold.
Everyone in the teahouse was whispering.
Attention was focused on the two people at the door.
Not wanting to attract too much attention, the man in the cloak quickly pulled the man away.
(end of this chapter)