"Hey! Don't be impulsive, you two! "
When the Storyteller saw that Ling Meng and You Xiang were about to fight, he felt that something was wrong.
He didn't come here to stir up conflict. If he caused any chaos in the end, it wouldn't be easy for him to achieve his goal.
Thinking of this, the Storyteller recalled the nine-headed dragon and flew to Ling Meng and You Xiang's side. You Li also hurriedly came over to mediate the fight.
You Xiang coldly glanced at the crowd and pointed below.
"My flower field has been destroyed by this guy. What do you think we should do?"
Ling Meng and You Li were stunned. Only then did they look down — what they saw was a large area of dilapidated sunflowers.
The Storyteller was immediately dissatisfied. "Hey, hey, I say, miss — I only picked one flower, okay? You were the one who destroyed those! "
"Poor guy …"
Hearing the Storyteller's words, Ling Meng and You Li were immediately speechless.
He actually dared to pick flowers in the sunflower field in front of You Xiang?
With a swoosh, Ling Meng turned around and pointed at the Storyteller. She said angrily, "Hey! Who the hell are you? You shouldn't be from Fantasy Town, right? You actually came to the sunflower field to cause trouble!? Don't you know that outsiders who pass through Fantasy Town have to pay a toll to the Bori Shrine? If they are permanent residents, they have to pay a residence fee, a protection fee, and a file record!? "
— — Why don't you just dig your way into money and die!
"Ah, it's so lively …"
Suddenly —
A gap opened, and Purple leisurely came out with a parasol.
Sitting in the gap with a pair of slender legs wrapped in white stockings, Purple squinted at the Storyteller.
"This uninvited guest, what are you doing here?"
The Storyteller first glanced at the gap under Purple, then suddenly said, "You … What's your relationship with that Eight-cloud Ink?"
Eight-cloud Ink?
Does this guy know Eight-cloud Ink?
You Xiang and the others looked at each other.
"Tsk …"
You Xiang suddenly laughed, "Yakumo Yukari, if this guy is friends with your younger brother, then after this, obediently ask your younger brother to work for me for ten thousand years as compensation."
"Ah, then you can directly use this uninvited guest as fertilizer." Purple opened her folding fan and laughed.
"Hey, hey! You sold me out just like that?! "
The Storyteller's eyes widened.
"Huh? I can't bear to let my cute little brother work here. My brother will definitely receive all kinds of unfair treatment. He will have to painstakingly do heavy work every day, and at night, he will be beeped and beeped by this abominable flower demon. He won't be able to get any money even if he cries for help! "
As she said this, Zi covered her cheeks and wept.
"How pitiful! How pitiful! "
"You …"
Delicate Fragrance lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.
"… What do you think of me!"
He swung his fist and smashed it over.
The magic cannon exploded.
Yukari hid in the gap and then appeared on the other side.
"Aiyaya, you're still so violent. No wonder you can't get married after so many years."
"Huh? Aren't you the same? "
"We have a younger brother."
"… Gu!! It's really infuriating … "
"Okay, okay, stop arguing!" Youli immediately stepped forward to smooth things over. Then, he looked at the Storyteller and bowed slightly. "This … Hello, guest. May I –"
"Youli, why are you so polite to him?"
Ling Meng waved the imperial coin in dissatisfaction.
"He didn't come to the Gods to socialize and pay money. Why are you so respectful to him?"
Storyteller: "…"
So, he wasn't liked by others because he didn't pay?
After thinking for a while, the Storyteller took out a shiny gem from his robe.
"I don't know what kind of currency you use here, but I think this kind of thing should be universal, right?"
"Hello, guest! May I ask what business you have in the Fantasy Village? Is there anything I can help you with? I don't dare to say anything else, but I, Witch Bo Li, am still very popular here! Don't worry, I'll take care of you here! "
Ling Meng snatched the gem from the Storyteller's hand with lightning speed. Sometimes, even the magnetic connection of the Glaze Shrine couldn't be stopped. Then, a pair of gem-like eyes really turned into the shape of a gem.
"Pa!"
Yukari closed the folding fan and knocked on his forehead. This guy is too embarrassing!
⑧
In the end, everyone persuaded Yukari to temporarily give up the idea of beating the Storyteller.
Most people saw that there was no more excitement, so they dispersed.
Nowadays, from time to time, some people from other worlds, mainly the elemental spirits, Academy City, or the monsters of the Nuyori group, and so on, came to play in Fantasy Village. Everyone was used to outsiders.
Then, the group came to Bo Li Shrine.
On the way, seeing some of the ship girls who followed, the Storyteller sighed in front of everyone, "The country is about to die, and there are ship girls everywhere …"
"You can't pretend you didn't hear that."
Nagato immediately looked at him seriously.
"Even if this guest is a friend of the Admiral, it's too rude to say that."
"Admiral? Is Eight-cloud Ink still your Admiral? "
"Yes, poi!"
Yukari raised his hand high.
After the group of people took their seats in the shrine, Yukari coughed, "So, how about introducing yourself first? Mr. Uninvited Guest? "
"Okay."
The Storyteller nodded.
"I don't want to mention the name of the past. Now, people call me Storyteller …"
With that, the Storyteller took off the cloak on his head.
What was revealed was a young face that surprised everyone.
Slender eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a trace of vicissitudes.
A vertical red mark between his eyebrows added a trace of gloominess to his handsomeness.
"Storyteller?"
Yukari raised her eyebrows.
In the shrine, the people who followed looked at each other.
Wenwen, who had been holding a camera, immediately came up, "Hey, you're called Storyteller? Then you must have a lot of big news here? "
"… Uh? What? You want to make a big news? "
"Of course!"
Wenwen immediately raised her head proudly.
"I'm the most famous reporter in Fantasy Village."
"You're a paparazzi, right?" Marisa took off the pointed hat on her head and said with a smile, "You don't have any integrity. You're just a paparazzi from the official newspaper. You only know how to make big news all day …"
"Please don't insult my professionalism."
Ling Meng took Marisa and snorted unceremoniously, "Is your professionalism just digging up flowers everywhere?"
"Look, is this the so-called husband and wife singing together?"
"Who's the husband (wife)!"
Ling Meng and Marisa took out paper fans at the same time and hit Wenwen's head hard.
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