"Mom, Xiaoyi also wants a drink from Seyaya!" As he said that, Xiaoyi had already picked up the wine bottle and was about to drink.

"Xiaoyi can't drink, let's drink soup~" Hua Wuxin snatched it away quickly, then put a bowl of soup in front of Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi blinked and looked at Ling Muchao, as if pleading.

Ling Mulao really didn't know from whom this child learned to act coquettishly. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, "Only when Xiaoyi grows up can he drink."

".." Xiaoyi continued to pout, with watery eyes as if he was about to cry.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound.

It turned out that a storyteller in the middle of the restaurant started to tell stories. He held up his fan and said, "When I talk about what happened two years ago, it was so shocking that I cried. Even now, I am still extremely excited when I talk about it.

The meaning is still unfinished.”

Xiaoyi had never heard of a storyteller. When he saw this situation, he immediately forgot about drinking and looked at the storyteller with a pair of eyes.

"Two years ago, Tianxuan Kingdom was in troubled times. The Tianxuan Pearl in the palace was stolen by an unknown person, which led to the invasion of demons from the demon world. It was the first two national masters who spent their entire lives cultivating to seal the entrance.

But there are only seven, seven and forty-nine days to enter. How can we save the people of Tianxuan Kingdom? They are in trouble. Heroes will emerge in large numbers in these troubled times.

But it was said that Nangong Yi, the Sixth Prince at that time, had peerless martial arts, and together with the demon-suppressing saint, they passed through the four great beast kingdoms of White Tiger, Xuanwu, Qinglong, and Suzaku, and arrived at the gate of heaven.

There are many dangers, and it is said that no one has been able to reach the heaven through these four countries since those thousand years ago, but that..." The storyteller shook his head and explained enthusiastically.

At this time, suddenly a guest officer shouted to the storyteller: "You have told this scene hundreds of times. You always say this, change it."

"Yes, we don't want to listen to this one. Let's listen to another one, as long as we can double the reward." The guest officer at the table next to him also immediately agreed.

Ling Mulao gently picked up the herbal tea in her hand. When she heard the storyteller's story, her heart was inexplicably startled, and she didn't even notice a few drops of tea spilled.

"I wonder what your guest wants to hear?" the storyteller asked, frowning.

"Tell me how the late emperor passed away a year and a half ago?" suggested a young man sitting by the window holding a fan.

Immediately, another burly man nodded and said, "That's it, I like to hear it!"

"Then..." The storyteller seemed to be a little embarrassed and hesitated for a moment, "Then I will just tell it as a story. I will weigh it in my heart as to whether it is true or not."

Ling Mulao, who had always disliked gossip, couldn't help but put down the tea in his hand when he heard the storyteller's answer, turned around and listened carefully.

"But it was said that it was the twelfth lunar month of winter 18 months ago. I still remember that there was heavy snow in the sky for three days and three nights, and then there was news that the late emperor had passed away.

The late emperor was in his prime, but he passed away suddenly just three months after he took the throne. This news shocked the entire people of Tianxuan Kingdom for a long time.

Speaking of the reasons, one of them is that the late emperor was so resentful that he rebelled against me, so he was punished for it, and he died of a stubborn illness within a few months.
Chapter completed!