Shen Qiqi looked back and saw a young man standing five steps behind her.
The man was dressed in white. His body was slender but not frail. His facial contours were exquisite, and his facial features were as delicate as if they were painted. His eyes were starry, his nose was high, and his thin lips had a natural luster. It gives people a feeling of immortality with ice muscles and jade bones.
To be fair, this man is definitely the most outstanding-looking man that Shen Qiqi has ever seen in her past and present lives: he has the softness of a woman, but without losing the heroic spirit of a man, which perfectly explains what it means to be charming but not charming. .
Shen Qiqi couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times.
It happened that the other party was also looking at her.
Perhaps the surprise the other person brought to her was too great. The moment their eyes met, Shen Qiqi suddenly felt a little dazed. Many pictures came swarming in, making her head hurt.
Xie Beiming was keenly aware of her strangeness, hurriedly supported her, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Eyes full of worry.
Shen Qiqi tried to recall it, and found that there were so many pictures passing by her eyes just now, but she didn't see any of them clearly.
Could it be that she hasn't had a good rest recently and is hallucinating?
It should be like this.
Just then, the needle-like headache disappeared, so she shook her head towards Xie Beiming and said, "I'm fine."
"Is it really okay?"
"Um."
At this time, the man had already looked away and was passing by her, heading straight towards the storyteller.
The storyteller was collecting money and was reluctant to accept it. When he heard this discordant voice, he raised his head and glanced at the man displeased. When he saw the man's face clearly, his eyes brightened obviously.
What a handsome beauty!
Could it be that the immortals strayed into the mortal world?!
While the storyteller was marveling in his heart, the immortal who had strayed into the mortal world had already walked up to him, stretched out his hand as white and delicate as gelatin, picked up the fire book that was on sale, flipped through a few pages, and then Trembling all over, he threw the book in his hand at his face and said angrily: "It's nonsense! The content here is pure fabrication!"
The face of an indistinguishable male and female was also full of anger, obviously he was angered by the content in the book.
Although it doesn't hurt much if the book hits your face, it hurts your face but not your flesh.
After being slapped in the face like this, how can he still hang out in Jiuyou City in the future?
It was the first time that someone slapped me in the face like this. The storyteller was also angry. He first put the money in the dustpan into his pocket and then shouted at the man: "Where are you, such an arrogant person, who dares to run wild here?" , I think you are impatient with life, right?"
He changed from his amiable and wealthy appearance to a fierce look, poking and poking with his fingers, only just a little short of poking the man's nose directly.
The man was not afraid. There was a rare coldness in his amber star eyes, and he reasoned with the storyteller in a cold voice.
"You are making up other people's privacy and selling it. Are you still reasonable?"
"Why did I just make it up? What I wrote is all facts!"
"What is a fact? How did you know what happened in the city lord's room? Could it be that you were watching from the side when the city lord was having fun? But what is your identity? Do you have this qualification?"
"..."
The storyteller was stunned by the man's series of questions and felt guilty.
"The Sweet Life of the City Lord and His Sweet Wife" was indeed made up by him.
He didn't even know what was going on in the Lord's room.
As for watching, that's even more impossible.
He is a small bookstore owner, let alone watching, he is not even qualified to enter the city lord's palace.
But when he thought that he had obtained the permission of the city lord in advance to do so, the storyteller became more courageous.
He straightened his waist, raised his head, and yelled at the man: "You said I was making things up, and I also said you were a colleague who came here to cause trouble... Yes, that's right, you are a colleague, look at you!
He's a tender-skinned person, and you can tell he's a scholar at first sight! Tsk tsk, you're jealous when you see that I can write well? You just want to come over and cause trouble, right?"
"No! I'm not!"
"No? Then what is your identity?"
"I……"
The man was speechless.
Seeing that he was speechless, the storyteller immediately sneered and said: "I was right, right? Humph, I have seen many people like you who don't like other people's kindness, and I'm not afraid to tell you that people like you
If I don't see good things in others, I'll beat them up. Today I'm going to do harm to the people and beat you to death, you red-eyed monster!"
With the city lord's mountain at his back so he could enjoy the cool air, the storyteller was very courageous. Before he even finished speaking, the folding fan in his hand was swung at the man.