One sentence triggered many strange thoughts below. Some of them looked horrified and didn't know what they were thinking of. Some exaggeratedly jumped up and bowed to Xu Mo repeatedly.

Seems to be talking.

But Xu Mo couldn't hear anything.

Only then did Xu Mo realize that the number of 'audiences' below was several times larger than the first one.

The teahouse was already filled to the brim with water. Even the corridors and outside were filled with all kinds of weird things, and there were even immortal cultivators mixed in among them.

"It's bad, why are there so many people?"

Xu Mo felt that the situation was not good.

After all, being stared at by so many weirdos and immortal cultivators, I always felt like something was going to happen.

I can't talk about it anymore.

Xu Mo's thoughts changed, and he slapped it with the awakening wood on the table.

silent.

But the weird ones can be heard.

"That's all for today. Let's predict what will happen in the future. Let's listen to the explanation next time!"

This is a common method used by storytellers.

Xu Mo felt that it was very reasonable for him to use it himself.

Sure enough, after saying this, although many weirdos below were angry and noisy, they were not directed at Xu Mo. On the contrary, when Xu Mo walked down, many weirdos voluntarily got out of the way.

In his eyes, there was admiration, admiration, and even more respect.

Xu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in his heart that no matter what, the current troubles were finally dealt with.

next time?

Definitely not coming!

But before leaving the teahouse, someone stopped Xu Mo.

Judging by her figure, she is undoubtedly a woman.

"What you just said is very interesting."

Xu Mo remembered this voice.

It was this voice that reminded me before that I occupied the storyteller's seat.

It's not feminine, but rather neutral.

The other party was also masked, and he didn't know his age, but Xu Mo estimated that the immortal cultivators who could come here were all truly experienced ones, and they must have high cultivation and profound Taoism.

Impossible for young people.

At least forty or fifty years old, maybe even older.

In other words, she is an old woman.

"Thank you just now." Xu Mo was very polite and even raised his hands in salute.

After all, if someone hadn't reminded him at the critical moment, Xu Mo wouldn't have known why those weird people were glaring at him.

"You don't have to thank me for my hard work. Listening to what you said is my reward."

He is reasonable.

"When will you come to speak next time?" the other party suddenly asked.

Xu Mo was stunned and whispered: "It was forced by the situation just now. It was a last resort. Next time? Where can there be a next time?"

This time the old woman opposite was stunned after hearing this.

"If you break your promise, if they don't kill you, I will kill you!"
Chapter completed!