I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 78, Finished!

"...Then Wei Gongzi left the capital with Yuan'er and Zhang San like this, and went straight to Shuzhou!"

"Everyone, let's talk about this today, if you want to know what will happen next..."

Mr. Storyteller slapped the Xingmu in his hand on the table, making a muffled "pop" sound.

"Let's listen to the next time!"

"Thank you all for your support! Thank you all for your money!"

"..."

The storyteller announced the completion, but everyone in the teahouse quit.

"What? This is the end? Let's talk!!"

"That's right! Isn't that fox demon going to follow? Where is it?"

"Yes! And Xiao Feng, what happened to him?!"

"Hurry up and talk! There are big rewards!"

For a time, countless pieces of copper plate and silver flew into the small copper furnace in front of the storyteller, making a crisp sound of "ding bell clack".

However, there are also some short-tempered men who are more direct, actually slapping the various weapons on the table with a "pop".

There are swords, hammers, axes, and sticks... the most exaggerated is a big sword, which is actually over a zhang long!
The storyteller shivered when he saw this scene, but he still said bravely:

"Everyone, today is really gone."

"The boy has been talking for more than a month, and he always needs to rest his voice..."

"Take a break!"

The man with the big knife interrupted with an angry shout: "Tell me quickly! Otherwise, you won't be able to be a man!"

"what?"

The storyteller shrank his neck with a pale face, and looked at the other heroes as if asking for help.

Fortunately, the other people still understand the truth, and they all opened their mouths and said:

"Forget it, how about letting him rest for half a day?"

"What I'm saying is, I haven't heard such a good story for a long time, it's a long time!"

"Put your knife away! Don't scare Mr.!"

"That's right! It's enough to have my green terrier sword!"

"..."

Hearing that everyone said this, the man with the knife finally reluctantly took the knife back, but his mouth was still unrelenting.

"Humph! It's okay not to talk today, but you have to tell us what the next time is called?"

Intrigued by the man, everyone immediately agreed:

"Yes, yes! Just talk about it, little sir!"

"If you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this door today!"

"Have you seen this silver ingot? Say it, yours, don't say it, it's gone."

"..."

"Cough! Then I'll tell you in advance..."

In desperation, the storyteller finally agreed to the request with a dry cough.

His face was serious, and his eyes swept around.

The teahouse slowly returned to silence, and then a clear voice sounded slowly.

"Drunken lying on the knees of a beauty, awake and holding a killing sword."

"I don't ask for the city wall, but I want to kill the human rights."

"Everyone, what we're going to talk about next time is..."

The storyteller paused for a moment, and then said in a high voice, word by word:

"Soaring straight up, ninety thousand miles!"

Whoa!
Like a torrential rain, there was an uproar in the teahouse.

However, when everyone came back to their senses and looked again, the storyteller had disappeared, along with the small copper stove full of rewards.

Although the person was gone, the last sentence was still lingering around the beam, and it lingered for a long time.

Soaring upwards, ninety thousand miles.

……

The next morning, the teahouse was full of people.

It's just that everyone waited for a long time, but the storyteller, who should have arrived early, didn't show up.

"Little Er! What's the matter? Why hasn't Mr. Storyteller come yet?!"

"Yeah! Laozi's melon seeds are so special!"

"I see that your shop doesn't want to open!"

"Where's my knife?"

"..."

Amidst the scolding, the boy with a towel on his shoulders ran out in a panic, bent over and rubbed his hands nervously and said:
"Masters, he, he may not come today..."

"What the hell?! Not coming???"

"Tell me clearly!!"

"Grass! I made me wait for a long time in vain!"

"Everyone, let's do it! Smash the store to him!"

"Shhhhh!"

All kinds of weapons were pulled out again, and the little servant was wailing, trying to block one or two with both hands and feet.

"Hey, gentlemen! What's wrong with our teahouse if he doesn't come!"

"Don't smash it! Don't smash it!"

"..."

Just as the teahouse was messing around, in a small courtyard not far from here, the storyteller was pulling his hair in distress.

Where should we start?

Oops, I'm so distressed, I really can't think of it!

No... take a day off?
Will it be cut?
At the thought of the three-zhang-long sword, the storyteller trembled again.

but……

do not care!
How can you just take a day off!

Lang Langqiankun, can they really cut me down? !

Now that he had made up his mind, the storyteller instantly relaxed and lay back on the bed.

But after lying down for a while, he felt bored again, and always felt that he wanted to have some fun.

It's hard to take a day off, what can I do?
I heard that there are several newcomers who are good at singing and dancing in Manchunlou?
or……

"Shh!"

The storyteller immediately rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed a handful of reward money from the copper furnace, and hurriedly pushed out the door.

little lady!I'm coming!
　This chapter is an informal summary, the serious summary plus the goddess chapter plus the testimonials will be tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)