Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The stairs lead directly to the third floor, but there is a black door on the steps. The door is engraved with animal patterns, but the eyes are blank.

When the waiter heard this, he lowered his voice and said, "The third floor is prepared by our shop owner for a respected guest."

"Oh? How noble?"

The waiter shook his head and said nothing.

The few people didn't ask any more questions and were led to sit down at a square table next to the window.

A pot of tea was served, there was a clap of gavel wood under the stage, gongs and erhu played, and the storyteller spoke eight quatrains.

Yun Ci turned his head and looked down the hall. After listening to the opening remarks, he spat out the tea he drank.

Everyone in the teahouse is a demon cultivator, and the storyteller is no exception. I'm just doing a living in the mortal world, it's not my job, the sentences are nonsense.

But the people in the audience didn't care. They just shouted that they were tired of hearing the stories told before and asked him to change to a fresh one.

The storyteller could not detect his cultivation level. He had lived for an unknown period of time and looked gray-haired.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Then I will tell you about the Dragon-seeking City."

Someone in the audience asked: "What happened in Xunlong City?"

"Of course...it's about the dragon."

The dragon was washed up by the sea.

It was seen by a fisherman who was out fishing. He thought it was the body of a sea snake and planned to cut it into pieces and use it as materials to sell to a weapon repairer.

But he didn't want to cut it down, and the blade rolled around the beast's body without leaving any trace.

That knife woke up the unconscious dragon. His golden eyes looked at the fisherman in front of him, and he said human words: "If you save me, I will grant you three wishes."

The fisherman didn't believe it at first and thought it was just a bluff from a sea creature.

So he asked for a piece of gold.

The dragon struggled to get up, and then the fisherman saw the dragon's appearance clearly.

It had huge, snow-white scales, long and slender whiskers, and two horns on its head. It was not the sea snake he thought it was.

The dragon lowered its head slightly, opened its mouth and spat out a mountain of gold.

The golden mountain was taller than the fisherman. This was the fisherman's first wish, so the fisherman rescued the dragon as agreed.

The dragon didn't know what it had gone through, its body was crisscrossed with knife marks, its golden blood was flowing on the ground, and green leaves actually bloomed on the golden beach.

Relying on the gold and the collected dragon's blood, the fisherman became the richest man in the city. He abandoned his fishing livelihood and started doing business in the city.

The gold mountain and dragon blood are enough for him for three lifetimes, but people's hearts are not easily satisfied.

He made a second wish, he wanted to be the city lord.

This wish is actually very easy to satisfy. If the fisherman slowly obtains it by himself, he can rely on his wealth to win people's hearts and gradually gain prestige and become the city lord.

The dragon satisfied him and brought him a spiritual vein. From then on, spiritual energy was born in the city, and all babies born had spiritual veins. They could knock on the door and ask for immortality.

However, the fisherman who is the lord of the city is already over fifty years old. He has no spiritual roots and cannot live forever.

As more and more geniuses became famous in the city, his jealousy became stronger and stronger.

In order to live forever, he sought immortality and found an alchemist who made elixirs. He added the dragon's blood collected previously to the elixir, and it turned out that it could also extend his life.

Only then did he realize that it was a dragon, a dragon covered in treasures.

Everyone is greedy.

He took the third wish and imprisoned the dragon in the dungeon. If the wish is not granted, the dragon will not be able to leave.

These are the three wishes it made and the prison it set for itself.

They were bled, their scales were pulled out, and everything useful on them was taken away by fishermen.

It asked the city lord: "Have you thought about your third wish?"

The city lord, who had been blinded by profit, stood on the high platform and looked at the dying dragon. He wanted its dragon ball.

Dragon Balls can allow a person to directly ascend to immortality. If he wants to become an immortal, he can achieve true immortality.

But Long still remembered that the fisherman’s original wish was a piece of gold.

When did the human heart become less and less easily satisfied, and when did people become more and more whimsical?

The dragon didn't tell him that if a dragon dies, the dragon ball will disappear.

It dug out its own dragon ball and handed it to the fisherman.

The bloody golden bead was held in the fisherman's hand. He was so excited that he didn't notice that the golden eyes of the dragon in the dungeon turned blood red.

The curse of the gods cannot be solved by anyone.

No one knew the pain of the dragon ball dissipating in his hand. The fisherman stretched out his hand to try to collect the scattered golden light, and asked heartbreakingly why the dragon broke his promise and refused to give him the dragon ball.

But the dragon was dead.

All the scales on the body have been pulled away, leaving only pits of blood, but no blood flows out. The golden dragon blood has long been drained by the fishermen.

The annihilation of the gods is a natural phenomenon.

Earthquakes, sky fires, ocean tides, and beast tides.

A city that was born because of dragons also perished because of dragons.

"Later, the spiritual veins dried up, and the people in the city wanted to find another dragon, but they couldn't find it. The dragon clan seemed to have disappeared from the world." The storyteller was stunned and said the conclusion, "The only thing is that the human heart is not enough. , everything comes from its own consequences.”

The story is not beautiful, and the demon cultivators below do not like to hear it, and just call for a different storyteller.

The storyteller lowered his head and coughed a few times, then said: "Then I will tell you the story of Demon Lord Xu Tong..."

Someone interrupted: "Old man, Xu Tong was the Demon Lord a few lifetimes ago, and the current Demon Lord is Feng Nantian!"

"Ahem..." The storyteller coughed even more violently, so he changed the subject and accepted what the people below said, saying that he wanted to tell everyone about the love and love of the ruthless path in the world of righteous cultivation and immortality that they liked to hear.

Hearing that the righteous path has fallen is what serious demon cultivators like to hear.

Except for Changning Immortal Lord, who has not yet suffered a love disaster, the last Wuqingdao was a woman.

"...The female cultivator was devoted to the Tao... Later, she killed herself with a sword just to save her Tao companion..."

Yun Ci and others didn't like to hear the rest of the story, so they didn't have the heart to listen to all the dirty words of the demon cultivators below.

Ming Xi took a sip of tea and asked: "Is that dragon... real?"

"Hey, which kid are you from? This storyteller is a liar that everyone knows. Just listen to it for fun. Don't take it seriously."

A male cultivator at the table next to him laughed and sneered.

Everyone turned around and saw that he was dressed in colorful clothes, with white powder on his face, red lips, and a red flower in his ear.

Jian Yunci and others looked over and gave him a wink.

Blinding everyone's eyes regardless of gender.

As if he didn't notice the uneasy expressions on the faces of the few people, the male protagonist continued: "This storyteller likes to tell some drawing books on weekdays. How can that dragon die so easily? That dragon is killed by everyone. He was beaten to death."

"The dragon's body is hard. If it doesn't die easily, how did it get beaten to death by others?" Jiang Hua asked curiously.

"Ha...of course..." The male cultivator stroked the hair on his chest, and some bad memories from Zhouyi Village hit Yun Ci's mind.

"Of course they were massacred by the so-called righteous ones."