Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

At this moment.

A whole thousand people looked at the second floor of the inn with their eyes brushed.

Among these eyes, there are curiosity, expectation, anger, joy, and all kinds of things, which cannot be summarized in one word.

Immediately.

It was in the eyes of everyone’s expectation.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, his black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were like a river of stars, and his silhouette was like that knife, and Ning Chuan, who was handsome and extraordinary, held a folding fan and walked down from the second floor step by step.

“This is Ning Chuan?”

Countless people were surprised.

This was the first time they had seen Ning Chuan.

Originally, in their expectations, Ning Chuan must be a well-informed and knowledgeable old man.

After all, it is definitely impossible to be able to list one person and say so many Tianjiao secrets without experience.

They didn’t expect that this rumored ‘Mr. Ning’ was an extremely handsome noble prince who looked and looked good.

“Mr. Ning, it’s getting better again….”

Nan Xiyue’s beautiful eyes lit up with color.

She remembered the first time she saw Ning Chuan.

I just think that this Ning Chuan is very different from the image of Mr. Storyteller in her impression, and he is quite handsome.

But look at it now.

Ning Chuan is a fairy god bone, and the whole person exudes an indescribable rhyme.

And….

Faintly, Nan Xiyue was still on Ning Chuan, feeling a deep sense of threat.

This kind of feeling she had never felt in Ning Chuan.

“Mr. Ning, it’s getting stronger!” Her heart shook.

……

……

“I can’t imagine that this Ning Chuan is so good…”

The six-fingered piano demon sang warmly, and the face of the stunning city surged with slight surprise.

Inexplicable.

She was originally full of anger, but the anger in her heart was mostly gone.

And with the appearance of Ning Chuan.

The entire Qifu Inn suddenly boiled.

“Mr. Ning, tell the book quickly! I waited for three days, but I was dying! ”

“Yes, yes, what happened to Xiao Shihao in the end?”

“If Xiao Shi Hao really recovers his vitality, will the people of King Wu’s Mansion return the Supreme Bone?”

“Mr. Ning is about to speak, I really want to see the picture of Shi Hao returning to the Wuwang Mansion and defeating his pupils!”

“Mr. Ning, don’t you know, in the past three days when you don’t speak, my hair is gray every day!”

A famous listener shouted one after another.

Ning Chuan sat on the high platform, his eyes looked around at everyone, and he nodded with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn’t care if the person who came today is a prince or a general, or a shocking world.

As long as you enter this Seven Blessings Inn.

These people have only one identity, and that is his listener.

With a ‘boom’, Ning Chuan opened the folding fan, did not delay, and said slowly:

“Book continued!”

“After Shi Ziling and his wife sent Shi Hao to the First Ancestral Land in the depths of the Great Desolation, they left.”

“They are going to the Taikoo Divine Mountain to find an immortal treasure medicine for Shi Hao that can change his life against the sky and repeat his vitality.”

“And Shi Hao was handed over to Shi Yunfeng, the old patriarch of the First Ancestral Land Stone Clan, and took care of it for the time being.”

“For thousands of years, the Shi tribe has been living in isolation in the depths of this great desolation.”

“The people are simple and harmonious.”

“Therefore, Shi Ziling and his wife are also quite relieved.”

“And not long after Shi Ziling and his wife left, Shi Hao woke up.”

“It’s just that Shi Hao, who came back to life, lost most of his previous memories in King Wu’s Mansion.”

That said.

Countless listeners in the audience suddenly raised their eyebrows and spoke in surprise.

“What? Shi Hao actually lost the memory of King Wu’s Mansion? Then didn’t he forget the ugly face of Shi Yi’s mother and son? ”

“Forgot… It’s good to forget, so that Shi Hao can have an innocent and hate-free childhood. ”

“‘Killing me will only make me stronger!’ Xiao Shi Hao, who has come back to life, I firmly believe that he will be able to rise again! ”

“Will the people of this stone village bully Shi Hao, an outsider?”

“Didn’t you listen to Mr. Ning, the people in this stone village are simple and harmonious, and they will definitely not bully Xiao Shi Hao!”

“That’s right, that’s right, if it were me, I can’t wait to spoil Xiao Shi Hao to the sky!”

Looking at the many listeners in the audience, there was a lot of discussion.

Ning Chuan smiled and continued

“Shi Hao, who has come back to life, lives in Shicun without heart and lungs.”

“Compared with the deceit and intrigue of King Wu’s Mansion, it seems that this Shicun, which is often difficult to survive, has brought Shi Hao unprecedented happiness.”

“Shi Yunfeng, the patriarch grandfather who always chatters and tells them stories from the outside.”

“Every time I come back from hunting, I will squeeze Shi Hao’s fat aunt with beast milk.”

“There is also the sacrificial spirit willow god who never needed them to sacrifice, but protected the stone village for countless days and nights, and was in the shape of a willow branch.”

“Little Shi Hao in Shicun is happy and happy.”

“He took a medicinal bath with the children and grinned with painful teeth.”

“We went to the outside of the village to pick up bird eggs, but we were chased by the blue-scaled eagle and fled to the extreme.”

“Xiao Shihao is in this environment, growing up day by day.”

“Only occasionally in the middle of the night, when he looks at other people’s children and is led away by his parents, he will also be sad, silently thinking in his heart, What about my father and mother?”

“And at this time, Patriarch Shi Yunfeng will gently hold Shi Hao, pat him on the back, tell him stories, hum ancient songs softly, and coax him to slowly fall asleep.”

Ning Chuan said slowly, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but show a smile of remembrance.

As the narrator, he is also happy for Shi Hao.

Because….

This period was one of the few happy times for Shi Hao.

And to the back.

He will be the Barren Emperor who is alone in the darkness, with his back to the sky, facing the withering world, and issuing a response of “I am, I am always there”.

When there is no joy in life, only heavy burdens remain.

shook his head.

Ning Chuan continued to say slowly:

“Shi Hao is growing up day by day.”

“Under Shi Cun’s careful care, Shi Hao’s talent far beyond ordinary people has gradually revealed.”

“At only two or three years old, he can lift thousands of pounds of big dings with the power of his flesh alone!”

“His physical body is even far beyond the cubs of those primeval ferocious beasts!”

“In order to compete for the blood and flesh of the fierce beast, the village not far from Shicun fought against Shicun.”

“No one in Shicun can rival the village, even if Shi Feijiao and other stalwarts are strong, they have all been seriously injured by a young man Tianjiao in Shicun.”

“And Xiao Shi Hao, who is only three years old, has completely destroyed that young man Tianjiao of the village with just three punches!”

“Looking at the entire Great Wilderness, Shi Hao at this age has truly achieved my invincibility!”

“Xiao Shi Hao, it seems to be announcing with his growth…”

“Even if there is no Supreme Bone, he is also the destined Nine Heavens Supreme!”