As soon as the young man in red said the words, the expression of Liu Su, who was beaming with joy, suddenly stiffened. The piece of fallen wood could not be taken, and it was fixed in the air. The air in the noisy teahouse seemed to have solidified.
, everyone’s eyes are focused on the customer who just entered the store.
With mixed red and white hair, cold red eyes with a chilling and violent taste, and the evil eyes of God hanging on the side of his waist, 00 stepped in.
Liu Su thought he was a knowledgeable guest and knew that his story was made up from hearsay, so he exposed it. He never expected that it was a young man who looked not much older than himself, and was staring at him pretending to be indifferent.
His ability to become a storyteller relies on his clever mouth and ability to observe people's emotions. Although the young man's expression looks like he wants to eat people, this is Liyue Port guarded by the Qianyan Army. Does this strange young man dare to come here?
Start here?
Look, I, Liu Su, am going to argue with this young man today.
Thinking of this, Liu Su flicked the folding fan in his hand and looked at the indifferent Famas with a smile: "This young master, I am talking about the tyrant who was defeated by the Rock King. How did he ever insult you?"
Famas's expression was indifferent, and he suddenly thought that Zhongli was in this teahouse. According to his previous temper, he would definitely teach this nonsense storyteller a lesson, but now, it seems that it is not the time.
"You said that the king of Munata is a tyrant. Is there any evidence?"
Seeing Famas hesitate to speak, Liu Su thought it was because he lacked confidence, so he smiled proudly and said: "Of course the story I told was passed down by word of mouth from the ancestors who witnessed the emperor's battle. If
When it comes to evidence, who can compare to the ancestors who followed the emperor?"
Liu Su turned his head, cupped his fists and bowed to the onlookers, and then raised his hands to Famas.
"If this young master still has questions, he might as well order a cup of rock tea at Heyu Tea House and let me explain to you the many evil things this tyrant has done."
There are advancements and retreats, neither humble nor arrogant. He is indeed an excellent teahouse storyteller.
Famas still wanted to say something, but his eyes finally turned to Zhongli, who was wearing a long gown and sitting by the window, holding tea.
There are two cups of white porcelain tea cups on the table in front of him.
"What the tyrant you are talking about can only be said to have equal merits and demerits, and he did not spread a plague."
Zhongli shook his head and took a sip of tea.
He often does this when listening to books. If he hears a narrative that is consistent with the facts, he will nod in recognition and say, "This is indeed true." If he hears an adaptation or misinformation, he will just shake his head.
, without giving any explanation, today is the first time I have spoken out to defend what a storyteller calls a tyrant.
"What happened to Mr. Zhongli today?"
Without waiting for the waiter to wonder, Famas seemed not to notice the many mocking and suspicious glances around him, and walked straight to the table where Zhongli was sitting, pulled up a chair and sat down as if there was no one else around.
The young man in red seemed to be familiar with Mr. Zhongli. He picked up the tea cup in front of him and looked at it. The clear tea swayed left and right with the container. The layman's half-hearted attitude made tea connoisseurs angry.
Famas held the tea cup and pointed at Liu Su: "Storyteller, go on, isn't it about Morax killing Munata, and what was the final result?"
Hearing Famas call Emperor Yanwang by his first name, the tea drinkers frowned. Fortunately, they could drink tea at Heyu Teahouse. Most of them were people with a simple heart, although they were unhappy with this rude foreigner.
, but there was no sarcasm.
Especially since the boy in red still has an Eye of God tied around his waist. Except for the bold Liu Su, few people dare to be this outstanding person.
Zhong Li listened quietly to the storyteller's narration, his gold-leaf eyes fixed on the whirring Famas.
The boy in red is still the same as he was thousands of years ago, with bold movements, disgusted eyes, swaying red hair on top of his head, and an astonishing violent flame in his red eyes. If Zhongli hadn't known, he would have indeed killed him.
After being sealed for a thousand years, he even thought that he had returned to those turbulent years.
Time has worn away Zhongli, and even the spirit he had at that time no longer exists, but the boy in red seems to be always full of upward power, and wear and tear has not left any mark on his body.
Even the strength is stronger than a thousand years ago.
But Famas didn't care what Zhongli was thinking, and now his attention was on the storyteller Liu Su.
He is in Liyue Port now, and Morax doesn't dare to fight with him anyway. He is more concerned about the storyteller who talks a lot and is a tyrant.
"The emperor denounced Munata's demon tyrant for starting wars at will, arresting young children into the army, and spreading plague..."
Liu Su was talking enthusiastically on the lotus stage, and proudly glanced at Famas, who was holding a tea cup and was silent, as if to say: This is the evidence you want.
"The tyrant still wants to resist, but who is our emperor? He is the strongest god of war in the world!"
"I saw the sky full of rock crests dispersing the tyrant's flames, and the emperor shouted: This is the way of heaven!"
"In an instant, a huge rock star fell. The tyrant was so frightened that his legs became weak and he no longer had any strength."
"With a 'boom', the dark clouds in the sky were blown away. The emperor was victorious and completely killed the tyrant. On that day, the statue symbolizing the tyrant's rule was overthrown. The sunshine that had not been seen for a long time shined through the clouds. That day
The golden light spreads to the earth without hesitation..."
What followed was a meal of bragging about how powerful the Rock King was and how cowardly and incompetent the tyrant was. The tea guests who listened to the book clapped their hands and applauded, and many of them impulsively gave Liu Su large sums of money. p>
Famas slammed his fist on the wooden table. Although he knew that except for the last paragraph, most of what Liu Su said was true, but... no matter how he thought about it, he was still so angry!
He picked up the tea cup and took a big sip of the best gold tea. Even the tea leaves were chewed by Famas. He looked disdainfully at Liu Su who kept bowing on the stage to ask for rewards, and turned to stare at the side as if watching a show.
Zhongli.
"You spread these stories?"
Zhongli shook his head and looked into Famas's angry eyes. He suddenly thought of a dream he had a long time ago.
In the dream, only the ruins of Langfang were left in the originally prosperous Liyue, and then there were the inland rivers that were cut off by huge forces, dock workers who fell to the ground with their faces covered in blood, and huge waves and tsunamis as high as Tianheng Mountain. p>
Zhongli didn't think such a scene would happen in Liyue. It didn't happen in the past, it didn't happen now, and it won't happen in the future visible to the naked eye, so he could only attribute them to "nightmares."
But gods don't dream casually. When he saw these scenes, Zhongli felt a huge pain in his heart. His heart beat faster and his blood boiled. As if he had experienced it himself, the hidden dragon's horns ached faintly. He was forced to go to sleep by this unspeakable grief.
Almost revealed.
Because he also saw a blue beam of light falling from the sky at Yujing Terrace.