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As soon as Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, the two people on the stage played a loud castante together.

"However, after the leader of the Shili clan ignored the strong opposition of his subordinates and insisted on letting a man be his bedside person, he didn't care about business all day long, and spent every day with this beauty..." The taller man Unfolding the folding fan, he raised his head vividly.

"Ai ai, wouldn't it be a waste of time!" The shorter man echoed in a dignified way, and the two of them told the story in a way of singing and singing together.

"No, you have to know how misleading this beauty from ancient times is, let alone the beauty who has the rumors of disasters. Originally, the leader of the Shili clan was a brave warrior with extraordinary talent. The Shili Clan has always been in the highest position, leaving the other clans far behind, but because the leader is obsessed with beauty and listens to the pillow talk, the Shili Clan will eventually face being united by other clans The situation of rising up and attacking..."

"This is terrible, isn't the Shili clan alone and helpless?"

"Yeah, guess what happened to this later development?" The tall man asked in a mysterious way.

"Don't be a fool, everyone is still waiting to hear it!" The short man glanced at the audience below and raised his voice.

The audience below were whetted, and echoed with great interest: "Yes, what happens next?"

"Next, this next, the Shili clan can only bite the bullet and meet the joint attack of other clans. If we say that the Shili clan was originally a clan protected by the gods, they could have no worries for a lifetime, but because of this appointment The leader was not devout to the gods, so he finally lost the wind when he was besieged by other clans, the city gate was breached, and the leader was also besieged in the hall." Speaking of this, the tall storyteller sighed softly, like It's just regrettable.

Fu Zhenhong wanted to laugh when she heard the story.

This storyteller really dares to say anything.

This is not so much a story as it is an example of reality.

The Shili family, Shili, Shili, isn't the combination of the word "Xin" together?

Besides Di Xin, who else would dare to call this in their name?

Leaving aside the content and plot of the story, it is already a kind of disrespect to King Shang just to get the title of Shili Clan.If this matter is pursued, whether it is the two storytellers, the audience, or the shopkeeper and waiter of this inn, they will undoubtedly be given the word "death".

As a matter of fact, with Di Xin’s inherent impression of violence and innocence in the hearts of the people, it stands to reason that no one would have the courage to openly discuss state affairs and the future trend of Chaoge, even if it is used to insinuate in other stories, but it is a little clearer Anyone who is familiar with the matter can tell that this is referring to Shang Wang Di Xin and noble concubine Su Daji.

However, the reality is right in front of our eyes. There are really storytellers who are not afraid of death who dare to insinuate, and there are really so many people who dare to listen. They seem to have completely substituted themselves into the Shili clan. In the one-sided situation, he said with a bit of worry: "Is there no way for the Shili clan to turn the crisis into safety?"

"Of course there is a way!" The tall storyteller knocked on the castanets again, "It's just that it can only save the leaders and members of the Shili clan from death, but it can never restore the former glory. "

When the people below heard this, they couldn't wait to ask: "Speak quickly, what is the solution?"

Now, the tall storyteller pursed his lips and shook his head, keeping silent in a mysterious manner.

Fu Zhenhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but take another look at the two storytellers in the middle of the stand. These two people looked ordinary in terms of appearance and clothing, and they were the kind who would not be noticed at all when walking on the street. The role of passerby, but it is not as simple as ordinary people.

A flash of thought flashed across Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and after she retracted her gaze, she looked at Di Xin who was beside her.

There was no sign of sullenness on Di Xin's face. From the surface, it seemed that he was not affected by the storyteller's allusion at all. Even darker and deeper, the dark pupils were filled with a sharp blade-like chill and prey.

Fu Zhenhong clasped her hands on the table lightly, and followed Di Xin's gaze to look at the tall and short storyteller in the middle.

The two storytellers seemed to feel Dixin's oppressive gaze, but they didn't seem to notice it at all. He continued: "The method is actually very simple. The gods are kind. In the end, they couldn't bear to destroy the Shili clan that had sheltered them for hundreds of years, so they gave the leader a choice, that is, as long as he destroys the person who has caused troubles in the world." Only the unknown beauty can save his life."

As soon as he said this, the audience below sighed for a while. Some people felt that this method was illogical, a little funny and a little ridiculous, while some believed it deeply, thinking that the end of the story should be like this, because it has a beginning and an end. Well, the disaster started when the leader of the Shili Clan brought back the unknown beauty, so naturally it should end with the death of this beauty.

Fu Zhenhong didn't hear the beginning of the story told by the storyteller yesterday, but based on what he heard today, he could guess that the storyteller must have put a lot of ink into his various descriptions yesterday.

Fu Zhenhong didn't pay much attention to this, but he could feel that Di Xin was really angry. Even if he didn't look at Di Xin beside him, he could tell from the sudden drop in the air temperature that Di Xin was now. His emotions must be in a state of cold anger.

The short man tapped the castanets to signal the chattering audience below to quiet down.After everyone shut up, he asked the tall storyteller: "Didn't the leader of the Shili clan dote on that unknown beauty so much, how could he be willing to kill him?"

The tall man replied: "No matter how much you love, it's not as important as your own life! Although the leader was reluctant to give up, he finally chose the latter between the unknown beauty and the Shili clan and his own life."

"Really..." Di Xin sneered suddenly, a scalp-numbing murderous intent was revealed in his deep and gentle voice, although his voice was not loud, it instantly silenced the people below.

In the next second, Di Xin got up from his seat, walked out of the cubicle and jumped directly onto the stands.Before the tall storyteller had a chance to react, Di Xin stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, tightening his grip while saying slowly, "You're not right."

The tall storyteller's face turned purple from being pinched, and the feeling of suffocation shot up his whole body in an instant, his lips turned pale, and his face was completely distorted due to the pain in his neck.

The height of this storyteller is already considered very high, but now that Di Xin strangled his neck, his entire feet were completely suspended in the air. He struggled to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation on his neck, but in the face of absolute strength, his resistance was fundamental. to no avail.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, watching the sudden change in surprise. Among them, the short storyteller who was closest to the tall storyteller was the first to react. He instinctively wanted to step forward to help his partner get rid of it. However, at the moment God Xin glanced at him, he fell to the ground in horror.

As if a certain switch was triggered, he woke up in a flash, covered his head with his hands and shook vigorously from side to side, and murmured wildly: "I'm just kidding, I've said it after all!" What, how could I go along with Liu Ercheng and say something that would kill my head..."

Hearing this, Di Xin's eyes froze, and he had a vague guess in his heart for a moment, but at the moment he didn't think about it, but turned his attention back to the tall storyteller whose neck was being strangled by him.

The storyteller's eyes had begun to blur, and he was about to die due to lack of oxygen. Fu Zhenhong finally said, "He is about to die." Fu Zhenhong said flatly.

The light tone made Di Xin let go of his hand in an instant.

Fu Zhenhong walked down the stairs and walked to Di Xin's side.Di Xin looked at him, "Do you care about his life?"

"No," Fu Zhenhong shook her head, "I care about you."

Things have developed to the present, with Di Xin's intelligence, it is impossible not to guess that all of this should be a deliberate design.

As for the purpose, it is also very simple. The most superficial reason is to anger Di Xin, expose Di Xin's identity, kill people in full view, and intensify Chaoge's internal conflicts.

As for the deeper reasons, Fu Zhenhong is still unable to determine for the time being.But no matter what, if Di Xin strangled the storyteller to death like this, it would not do any good, but would leave a great hidden danger.

Di Xin understood Fu Zhenhong's meaning. He grabbed the tall storyteller's hand without any further force, but he did not let go. Instead, he looked at Fu Zhenhong.

There was still anger in his black and white pupils, but at this moment, after meeting Fu Zhenhong's eyes, it miraculously calmed down.

Di Xin thought that the reason why the man next to him stopped him was for his own good, and the vigor and chill around him softened a bit.His lips moved, and he said without hesitation: "You care about me, and I care about you. I don't allow anyone to live after talking about and slandering you, no matter how cryptic the person is."

Di Xin's words were spoken steadily and forcefully, and the magnetic and thick voice not only reached Fu Zhenhong's ears, but also reached the eardrums of everyone present.

These willful and domineering words are not only a preference for Fu Zhenhong, but also a disguised expression of her identity.

Those who reacted a little faster were the first to understand the meaning of Di Xin's words, and their faces that were just surprised began to turn pale. They never thought that this man would be the King of Shang!

And the others also reacted one after another, and they suddenly realized how could they be so stupid, running here as if they had been lowered, and heard the story of the beheading told by the bookman.

The fear in their hearts made these people clenched their fingers, not daring to take a breath.

Di Xin ignored these people. After looking away from Fu Zhenhong, he turned back to the storyteller who was being strangled by him.His tone has calmed down, but his voice is still cold and intimidating: "Unknown beauties? Listen, for me, it is never a certain person who causes the unknown, but a bunch of stupid people who are willing to be slaves of gods." Heart."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the audience below, and then said to the tall man: "One more thing, I need to correct you. For the widow, the human heart that is slavish to the bone can't be corrected. After destruction Rebirth is also a way. You have to know that if one day it is necessary to choose between the lives of the people of Chaoge City and Daji, the widow will choose Daji without hesitation."

"Even if it is tens of thousands of lives, it is not worth half of the people who few people care about."

"And..." Di Xin's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his handsome and deep face revealed an inherent arrogance and arrogance and arrogance that looked down on the world: "I have never been afraid of death, and I will never die for the sake of living." Kill the people around you, the most important thing is that the widows will not lose."

As the sound of Di Xin's last word fell, his hand also exerted force, and cut off the neck of the tall storyteller.