"Why are these two old guys still fighting? Don't break that treasure!"

The person hiding on the wall is named Yuan Xiaochun.

She is the last generation descendant of the craftsman family.

The name of the Craftsman Sect is rarely known in today's world, because as early as twenty years ago, the entire Craftsman Sect was executed because the weapons they made for the emperor were unfit for use.

On the night when the craftsmen's family was destroyed, one person escaped.

This man had no ability, but he was loyal to the craftsmen, so he adopted an orphan and carefully trained him for more than 20 years.

This orphan is Yuan Xiaochun.

Because the master has no ability, Yuan Xiaochun also has no ability.

But Yuan Xiaochun has good eyesight, and she can tell at a glance that Wang Ran's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is an extremely delicate weapon. If she can get it, she may be able to restore the lost skills of many craftsmen.

Yuan Xiaochun looked forward eagerly.

She waited for a stick of incense and finally the courtyard was clean.

The elder of Jiange fought with the father-in-law in the palace.

Yuan Xiaochun rubbed his hands excitedly.

She jumped down from the wall of the courtyard and tiptoed to the table. She took away the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in a very simple way - she put it in her arms and ran away.

Yuan Xiaochun ran out quickly, but was stopped after only a few steps.

The battle in the small courtyard attracted many people. How could she, an incompetent little thief, run out with a bulging bag in her arms?

"Where are you going?"

A bearded man carrying a stick blocked Yuan Xiaochun's path.

Yuan Xiaochun turned around and wanted to leave.

"This road is blocked."

A masked man in white robe stood behind Yuan Xiaochun.

"What are you going to do?"

"ah!"

"Let me go!"

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Wang Ran, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head. In his imagination, it was supposed to be a passionate martial arts scene, but now it looked like a few cosplay weirdos pecking each other.

Boring, ignorant, uninteresting.

It made him feel less like he was on vacation.

He raised his foot and kicked up a stone.

call out!

The stone hit the white-robed man's hand accurately.

"ah!!!"

The man in white robe let out a scream, covered his hands and retreated several feet, looking at the place where the stones were flying in shock and fear.

Wang Ran walked out slowly.

"roll!"

He said softly.

This world is too boring and too weak, so why don't he take action to change it.

"Who are you?!"

The man in white robe covered his hands and gritted his teeth.

"Meow!"

An orange shadow jumped out from nowhere and jumped in front of the man in white robe, bringing up a string of bright red blood beads.

The man in white robe covered his neck and fell down.

The orange cat landed gracefully without even a drop of blood on its paws.

Wang Ran continued to move forward without looking back.

Stealing wealth and killing lives will lead to unjust death.

The orange cat turned to look at the other person who stopped Yuan Xiaochun.

Its eyes flash green.

The scumbag man was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Meow~"

The orange cat meowed softly, then chased Wang Ran with elegant steps.

Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.

She also chased Wang Ran out of nowhere.

The next day, Immortal Zui reopened in another location in Jiangefang City.

Wang Ran bought a new tavern.

Since there was no advance publicity and even the plaque was not replaced, there was almost no popularity in the tavern.

Wang Ran spoke slowly: "A long time ago, there was a poor young man named Aladdin."

Today we are talking about the story of "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".

But this story is no ordinary story.

There was only one customer in the tavern at this time. He was the servant of Jiange, a poor man who couldn't afford to pay.

When he heard Wang Ran speak, he felt very puzzled.

He looked around to make sure he was the only one in the tavern, and his doubts became even stronger.

It is said that storytelling is about making money.

He's the only one in the tavern, how can a storyteller make money?

The handyman shrugged his shoulders, thinking that no matter what, he was a big man and he wouldn't do anything. The little money he had was exchanged for wine.

"Aladdin is bewitched by a magician named Maghreb and goes to a booby-trapped cave to retrieve a magical oil lamp."

An invisible force spread with Wang Ran's voice.

The handyman's eyes became blank.

He kept drinking, and soon drank up the glass of wine in front of him, but he kept repeating the action of drinking.

After a while, the story was finished.

The handyman suddenly woke up.

He looked at the empty wine cup in front of him and couldn't recover for a long time.

what happens?

how do i feel

The handyman turned his head and looked around, feeling that the whole world had become clearer. Even a mosquito a hundred meters away could be seen clearly.

He was shocked.

Mosquito watching at 100 meters?

This is the insight that only a strong master can have!

There are only a few masters in the entire world!

At this time, a voice rang in his ear: "Everyone can only listen to storytelling once for free. If you want to listen to it again, you have to come up with something that interests me."

"Of course, if you have a wonderful story, you can also use it as the theme of my next storytelling, so that the effect of listening to the storytelling will be better."

After that, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guests.

"This guest, please come back."

The handyman was surprised and confused: "It's you."

He thought to himself, could my increased insight be related to the storyteller?

Wang Ran ignored him, just flicked his sleeves, and an invisible force pushed the busboy out of the tavern door.

Snap!

The door of the tavern closed automatically, and the sign thanking guests fell from the door frame.

The busboy looked at the tavern with a shocked face.
To be continued...