Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Chapter 33: I want to be your eyes

Wangshu Inn.

On stage!

Li Mo fell into the memory, using a slightly sad hoarse voice, telling the experience of that life.

Not only that--

When he was talking, the lightning element above the inn changed rapidly, flashing one picture after another.

In the picture, there are teenagers yearning for freedom.

At the last moment of defeating the lonely king of the tower and tearing down the wind wall.

Unable to fulfill his promise with Barbatos any longer, he suddenly fell to the ground and lost his life.

now!

Under the stage of the inn.

Some viewers were moved by the wind god Barbatos and the young Wendy after seeing this scene:

"Storyteller, you have done all kinds of bad things—"

"It's agreed that this time we won't cut it. Give us something sweet to slow down. Why did you say that the boy was dead in a blink of an eye?"

"It's disgusting, you're almost winning, and you still call him dead—"

"The lonely king of the tower fell, and the young Wendy died tragically. This is a proper wave that hurts both—"

"The story is well written, but it's a bit teary—"

"Storyteller, I will give you one last chance, quickly rewrite the ending, and bring the boy back to life—"

In the eyes of most audiences, this is a very touching story.

But they questioned the veracity of the story.

after all--

The wind god Barbatos was already very powerful, so how could he be born because of a young man?

This thing is outrageous.

Moreover, everything in the story is too coincidental.

The lonely king of the high tower fell to the ground, how could he pick up a bow and arrow by chance?

The lonely king of the tower opened his bow and arrow, why did he just aim at the young man?

Why didn't Barbatos just condense the body of the demon god?

From the audience's point of view, this story has many loopholes.

But very touching!

Very able to deceive their tears.

In fact, most of the audience in the audience did cry because of the death of young Wendy.

Not just ordinary viewers.

Even Ke Qing, who is one of the seven stars of Liyue, Shen He, a disciple of the Immortal Family, and Hu Tao, the master of the Hall of Rebirth, could not tell the truth of this story.

The veracity of the story cannot be judged.

Ke Qing could only sigh softly and say, "Maybe—"

"If you want to know the truth of this story, you can only turn to the seven gods."

However, this idea is very unrealistic.

Because Keqing knows——

The rock god of Liyue, Lord Morax, has just passed away, and his soul has not yet rested at this moment, so it is impossible to climb out of the coffin to speak and confirm.

Daozu's god of thunder, General Thunder, has never left Daozu for hundreds of years, and it is even more impossible to come to Liyue to listen to the book for the storyteller's story at this moment.

There is also the wind god-Barbatos who appears in the story.

How could he have come to Wangshu Inn after not doing business all day long?

Keqing deduced——

None of the Seven Gods will come to the Wangshu Inn at this time.

That is to say-

Under the current conditions, it is impossible to judge the authenticity of this story.

But aside!

Shen He, who had been staring at the storyteller, suddenly said seriously, "I think this story is true."

Hu Tao was stunned: "Why?"

Ke Qing was also full of doubts: "Yes, how do you know it's true?"

Could it be the power of a fairy?

but--

Even Shen He's master Liuyun Borrowing Wind Zhenjun, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability to judge the truth of things, right?

Not to mention Shen He, who is a disciple of the Xian family?

Shen He, however, kept staring at Li Mo on the stage with serious eyes.

Slowly said in a flat tone:

"because--"

"I saw tears in the storyteller's eyes."

this moment.

Shen He looked at the storyteller Li Mo on the stage, and had a bold idea in his heart.

The stories that have happened.

Could it be that the storyteller knows it so clearly because of his personal experience?

Could it be the storyteller's personal experience that makes it so unforgettable?

If so, it all makes sense.

Apart from this possibility, Shen He really can't think of any other possibility, come to solve it?Since, the little * said & group 9! 8; 0, 2> 0, 5.~8-5/6 stay, stay and explain all this.

Think of this possibility.

When Shen He saw the stage again, his eyes had changed.

How much courage does it take for a person to show his past pain to everyone?

Is it for what purpose?

Shen He was puzzled.

Regrettably--

Throughout the entire inn, all listeners are captivated by the story.

Except for Shen He, a disciple of the Xian family, no one thought of this possibility.

No one has discovered these clues.

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at the same time.

In another corner of the inn.

General Lei Dian's expression remained cold.

But when he heard that the boy had died, he couldn't help being a little moved.

General Lei Dian turned to Zhong Li and said, "Do you think..."

But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Zhong Li beside her.

Zhongli said lightly: "I think we should finish listening to the story first, and then talk about other things."

General Lei Dian's face turned cold when he heard this, she didn't expect Zhong Li to be so shameless.

Raising his hand, he was about to pull out his dream and focus on teaching the other party, but he still held back:

"Hmph - I'll let you off once!"

next to!

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Yae Kamito couldn't help but cover his mouth and snigger.

Secretly took out a small book and pen.

Write down the interesting stories about Thor-General Thunderbolt and Rock God-Morax in a small notebook.

When I return to the land of Inazuma, it will be published in Yaedo's magazine.

Must be a hit!

General Lei Dian suddenly turned his head: "Son of God, what are you doing?"

Yae Miko said with a smile, "Of course I'm creating a light novel—an interesting little story, do you want to enjoy it?"

General Thunder: "Forget it..."

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at this time!

on the stage.

Li Mo took a sip of bitter tea.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and began to continue talking.

With Li Mo's narration.