But the remaining elves and monsters were silent, staring at each other, and no one jumped out to be "next".
After all, they were just too bored to attend the witch's tea party, and they were not really there to fulfill their wishes.
Who is willing to hand over half of the rare treasures that I finally collected?
As a result, several eyes gradually focused on the evil dragon and its pocket——
The clouds slowly moved back, and the dragon's fangs bumped up and down, making a slight sound.
"Then let me tell you, little Epiphyllum, what story you have in another world. If it is wonderful, I will help you realize a wish." The witch opened her hand and was careful not to damage the nail polish she had just applied. p>
"I'm not a little epiphyllum." Yun Tuan said. She didn't know what style of story the witch liked.
Like the evil dragon, this man has lived for too long and has almost figured out how the world works, so any story seems pale and boring.
Stiff sensationalism, ridiculous tragedy, or anything else, the reactions of humans, gods, and demons are pretty much the same and can be expected. Even if there are many permutations and combinations, a poor novelist cannot impress a person who is used to seeing life and death and finally chooses to escape from the world.
Witch.
"This idiot probably doesn't have a story." Rouqiu explained in a low voice, but the teahouse was very quiet. Except for Jing and Jing Yu, the guests were all non-human and could hear clearly.
Yun Tuan pinched the dragon's horn.
"The evil dragon has no right to criticize others." The witch took a plate of cookies from the butler's tray and took a bite!
Perhaps the witch's eyes have the ability to directly see the soul, and she did not confuse the clouds with the evil dragon.
"Well - have you ever been poor? Very poor, unable to afford food." Yun Tuan tried to start.
The guests shook their heads.
Due to her university major and her personal hobbies, Yun Tuan knows a lot of stories, but telling other people's stories is not as smooth as telling her own.
At this moment, Jing Yu, who had been hiding in the bag, suddenly poked his head out, waiting for the story to unfold.
Yun Tuan started from the square yard and told the story of being sent to various adoptive families, making no mistakes, but being sent back again.
Later, there was an inexplicable lack of memory...
Yun Tuan did not use any rhetorical techniques, just stated quietly.
A few minutes later, she discovered that the feathers of the quill on the left front suddenly turned black, starting from the root and going up.
The cloud stopped and said, "Sir, you seem to have leaked ink."
The quill turned around in panic and wiped it with a square handkerchief embroidered with night flowers.
The witch laughed out loud, "No, he just cried - what happened next? Nothing else happened when you got to school?"
"The rest of the story has nothing to do with the current story. If I don't say it, it won't affect the narrative. So, Norma, I only have this bag at hand. Can you help me realize my wish?"
Yun Tuan smiled slightly.
The witch blew her nails and smiled back, "I thought Little Epiphyllum couldn't recognize me."
"Your appearance and hair color have changed, but your hairstyle and voice have not changed. So, Lord Wizard, did you come to the Forest of Demons specifically to find me?"
The soul living in the body of the evil dragon changed its gentle storytelling tone and became official and cold.
Everyone was not used to it for a while, and subconsciously they even thought that the evil dragon was the host of the tea party.
"Yes, I sent you something, but the little epiphyllum actually cursed my chestnut country to only have chestnut shells left. It's really annoying."
The witch admitted openly that she smoothed her hair and was very satisfied with its current color.
The magpie housekeeper whispered: "But Norma, all that's left in your chestnut kingdom is chestnut shells."