Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

After filling the basket, Qin Yan leisurely stood up, shaking off the dirt on his body.

Inadvertently, she saw an unknown creature at her feet.

A snake-like animal with a white head and silver horns, about half a meter long.

【not good!It's a white eel demon, the host runs fast, it's slow, as long as you run fast enough, there won't be a piece of meat missing! 】

Undoubtedly, it was Qin Yan's Tang monk meat that attracted the coveted eel demon.

But fortunately, the little demon's cultivation base is low, and he can't make big waves. If he encounters other powerful spirits, he may only be a lamb to be slaughtered.

Qin Yan ran away, not forgetting to pack the basket, and ran down the mountain.

As Xiao Jiu said, the speed of the white eel demon is very effective, and its full speed is equivalent to the speed of a human being.

Qin Yan ran away like a girl, so it was naturally impossible for him to be caught up.

It's just a pity that the mushrooms she worked so hard to pick were scattered all the way.

The market at the foot of the mountain was crowded and lively, with vendors yelling constantly, sachets, kites, trinkets... a dazzling array of dazzling sights.

Passing through the crowd, Qin Yan found an area dedicated to selling vegetables, and sold the remaining mushrooms to the benevolent old lady in exchange for a few copper coins.

Considering his special physique, Qin Yan thought about finding an easy job in the town that includes food and lodging, and it would be fine for a year.

Just do it.

Qin Yan followed the surrounding shops and asked them one by one, saying that the wages were negotiable, and that it was enough to take care of food and lodging.

If she could find a job in the town to support herself, she wouldn't have to go back to the small hut in the mountains.

The business of the tea house is the most prosperous. The storyteller has a fixed time and a fixed place every day, holds a folding fan in his hand, and with his clever mouth, attracts the attention of many passers-by.

"Thousands of years ago, the Demon Lord of the Demon Race was suave and suave, and he did not know each other without fighting with the God of War in the heavens. You can know that this God of War is a woman who strategizes and wins thousands of miles."

The old storyteller stroked his white beard, and continued to speak inscrutablely: "The two are different from immortals and demons, and their identities are opposite. During several battles, they gradually developed a feeling of sympathy for each other..."

Everyone always has all kinds of fantasies about the unreachable immortals and demons, and they all concentrate on it without blinking their eyes.

Qin Yan walked down in a circle, but didn't find a part-time job, so he simply sat in the last row and ate melon seeds, listening with great interest.

【The host is one of the protagonists in his mouth anyway, can he still hear these nonsense? 】

Xiao Jiu didn't understand, since the host had received all the memories belonging to the original owner, it could fully prove that the old storyteller was talking nonsense, he was just using the battle between immortals and demons as a gimmick to make up a moving story.

The melon seed shells on the wooden table piled up higher and higher, Qin Yan advised it not to make a fuss: "Art must be processed."

There are no electronic products here, so listening to people's stories is really a pleasure.

The old man's voice was ups and downs, full of passion: "After coming and going, the God of War and the Demon Lord exchanged friendship. The two races have never had a marriage precedent. The two have been meeting in private to comfort the pain of lovesickness. Unexpectedly, their relationship was discovered by the Emperor of Heaven... "

He coughed twice: "Foretell what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

The audience still couldn't get enough of it, Qin Yan learned from the people around him, and also gave a copper coin, which he put into the old storyteller's tray.

Little did she know, her rumored partner was on top of her head.