"Today we will tell the story of the two identities of the King of the North, and the confidante of each identity..."

At this time, even the guests downstairs crowded up.

There was a huge crowd on the stairs and in front of the railing.

The waiter kept reminding everyone to be careful not to fall.

"It is said that the King of the North showed great power on the island and killed all the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. No matter the elders or their disciples, they were all scared to death and knelt down to beg for mercy..."

"Just when Dayan was about to win, there was a sudden loud noise in the sky, thunder and lightning, and the rivers and seas turned upside down. A middle-aged man with a mean appearance walked from the sea on the waves, and with just one step, he reached the battle platform."

"He is the leader of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, Mei Changqing! A super master with the thunder calamity realm!"

"Mei Changqing, that old man, took advantage of the fact that the King of the North was injured, and actually asked the King of the North to stand still and let him punch...a hundred punches! How despicable and shameless!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience cursed with righteous indignation.

"You shameless old man! Even if you bully the young, you let our King of the North stand there without moving!"

"Let the King of the North beat him to death!"

Lao Zhuang raised his hand to stop everyone's anger and continued to talk: "The King of the North was already injured at the time. After so many battles, he was already exhausted. But the leader of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect was struggling and had no choice.

Our cultivators of Great Yan are too weak to withstand the opponent's fist. Just when the King of the North was trying to resist with all his life, a cold voice suddenly came from behind the crowd..."

"[I'll pick it up for him]"

"What to take? Of course it is to take the fist of the master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect!"

"At this time, all the practitioners in the audience were very confused. Who is this person? Why do she dare to speak so brazenly and accept the fist on behalf of the King of the North? Who is she for the King of the North? Why does she want to defend the King of the North?"

"At this time, everyone turned around and looked, and they were suddenly shocked!"

"A stunningly beautiful girl in white, who looks like a fairy but is too beautiful to be seen on earth, walked out of the woods."

"Everyone was stunned on the spot because they had never seen such a beautiful girl in their lives. Gee, she is really beautiful!"

"The girl's temperament was as cold as a fairy! She walked slowly onto the platform, stood in front of the King of the North, protected the King of the North, and looked at the wretched-looking Mei Changqing in front of her with cold eyes."

"At this time, someone in the audience suddenly asked the girl, who are you? What is your relationship with the King of the North? Why do you help him take the punch?"

"How do you think the girl will answer?"

When Lao Zhuang said this, he suddenly stopped.

His daughter Xiaoqi immediately took the plate and started collecting money with a smile on her face.

"Your uncle, can't you finish talking at once and then ask for money? Give it, give it!"

"Hurry up! If you stop it again, I will beat you to death with the sole of my shoe!"

Soon there was a lot of money on the plate.

Lao Zhuang had a smile on his face and was about to continue speaking when a thin old man wearing coarse clothes at a table by the window said: "It is said that the master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect once made great contributions to my human race, and I heard that

He is said to be a decent man with an extraordinary appearance, how could you know that he looks wretched?"

Lao Zhuang looked at him and said with a smile: "I heard what others said. The bad guys in the book are all vulgar, not necessarily vulgar in appearance."

The skinny old man sneered: "How do you know he is a bad person? Hearsay, ruining other people's reputations, is this the character of you storytellers?"

At this time, the onlookers around him couldn't help but cursed when they saw that he kept interrupting.

"Old guy, it's none of your business, if you don't listen, get out!"

"Can you shut up? I haven't seen you reward me with a penny, but I still like to fuck!"

Most of the people who come here to listen to books are heroes and they speak without mercy.

As for those gentle and elegant scholars, most of them went to brothels.

Next to the thin old man, two young men immediately stood up and started arguing with the person who had just yelled.

Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou immediately held Her Majesty the Queen's hand under the table and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's not safe here, we'd better leave first."

Nangong Huoyue glanced at him and saw that he didn't seem to be faking. She nodded, stood up and said, "Xueyi, Meijiao, let's go back."

Several people stood up and were about to leave.

From the table next to the window, an old voice suddenly came from the table: "Why don't you guys leave after listening to this?"

Luo Qingzhou's heart froze and he turned to look.

Next to the thin old man, there was an old man with white hair sitting.

The white-haired old man was wearing a gray robe and was tall and thin. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand and was sipping it carefully. The expression on his face looked quite gentle.

But only Luo Qingzhou and the others could hear what he just said.

At this moment, Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt that his body was frozen in place, unable to move.

Even though he was in the later stage of King Wu, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the air around him was stagnant, and he seemed to be blocked, making it difficult to move forward.

Her Majesty the Queen and the two princesses beside her seemed to be in the same situation.

His heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to use lightning to escape, he suddenly felt a familiar cold breath coming over him.

The stagnant air around him immediately began to flow again.

Unchained!

At this time, a snow-white figure wearing a veil came up the stairs.

Behind her, one person is holding a sword and the other is holding a flower.

"Eldest...eldest lady..."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned.

Miss Qin didn't even look at him. After walking up the stairs, she passed him coldly, stopped behind him, and looked at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man was slightly startled, and a complex look gradually appeared in his eyes.

The sounds all around seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Even those people, including the waiter, the shopkeeper on the first floor, etc., were frozen in place, motionless.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The voice of the white-haired old man was authentic.

Miss Qin was silent for a moment and said, "It has nothing to do with him."

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "I didn't come here today to cause trouble for him. What happened to the Piaomiao Immortal Sect has nothing to do with him."

Miss Qin said no more.

The white-haired old man looked at her with complicated eyes and said, "I heard that you have practiced another way, so I wanted to come and have a look."

Miss Qin looked cold: "What do you want to see?"

The white-haired old man's robe moved slightly and he said, "I want to see what you have practiced over the years."

Miss Qin remained silent and did not answer.

The white-haired old man wanted to speak, but the girl named Ah Qi on the stage suddenly said: "Grandpa, can you go out and talk? Don't delay our storytelling?"

The thin old man next to the white-haired old man immediately stood up and shouted: "Noisy!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and robe, and a wisp of breeze flew over.

But before the wisp of breeze reached the stage, it suddenly flew back and slapped the thin old man loudly with a "pop" sound.

The thin old man was whipped out of the window!

The expressions of everyone else at the table changed.

The white-haired old man also looked towards the stage.

The middle-aged man named Lao Zhuang stood in front of his daughter and said solemnly: "What are you going to do? Is it reasonable for you to delay our story telling and making money?"

The white-haired old man looked at him for a few times, then suddenly his figure flashed in front of him.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound.

A surprising scene appears!

The white-haired old man was slapped so hard that the soles of his feet touched the ground and he slid backwards from the stage.

At this moment, everyone at the table had faces full of horror.

The thin old man who just flew out of the window saw this scene as soon as he came in. He was so frightened that he froze in place and did not dare to move.

The white-haired old man had a red slap mark on his face. He looked at the middle-aged man on the stage in shock and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are..."

The bearded Lao Zhuang said with a gloomy expression: "Where did you come from, where are you going back! Don't scare my daughter!"

After saying that, the air in the entire restaurant suddenly began to flow.

The guests who had just been frozen suddenly started to move again, and at the same time, the noisy voices sounded again.

They didn't feel anything unusual.
To be continued...