Shut Up! I Am Not a Sea King!

Chen Yu didn't have time to find out, because someone came.

A sailor with a pale face and empty eyes came over.

"Mr. Dongli, it's time for you to be a storyteller."

Before the boatman came over, a faint rancid smell wafted over.

Chen Yu glanced at the sailor.

【***, the unlucky bastard who drowned in water was turned into a corpse puppet after death. 】

Chen Yu looked around.

I don't know when, except for him and Changxi, all the corpse puppets on board are the same as the sailor.

Gee.

So direct, are you afraid that I will run away?

With a chuckle, Chen Yu patted Chang Xi's shoulder lightly to comfort her.

When he came to the final stage, Chen Yu didn't seem to see the corpse puppets with the same pale faces below, and started to tell a story on his own.

Changxi also noticed something was wrong, so she followed Chen Yu's footsteps to the stage.

Holding Mu Yujian, she looked coldly at the corpse puppets in the audience.

No one stopped Chang Xi's actions.

Or rather, there is no need.

meet as planned.

This storyteller, Chen Yu, will be talking for an hour.

That is two hours.

During the process of Chen Yu's storytelling, the flower boat had already drifted away from the royal city, and was going down the river at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, the flower boat stopped in a huge lake.

at this time.

The flower boat has long been covered by heavy fog.

Even within a few meters, the line of sight was engulfed in fog.

There was the friction sound of something being dragged away from the audience.

Chen Yu was unmoved, and still calmly performed the storyteller's task.

He reached out and patted Changxi.

"Wu San, what did I say, what did you say?"

He saw it.

The things in the mist attack the corpse puppets, not because they are dead, but because the corpse puppets don't speak.

In other words, these corpse puppets are simply consumables.

Chang Xi nodded.

next second.

A cold voice sounded in the dead fog.

Until the dense fog disappeared, Chen Yu and Changxi were still talking non-stop.

But as a sudden gust of wind blew past, the dense fog shrank as if frightened.

In a few breaths, the dense fog completely disappeared.

And as the dense fog disappeared, the flower boats in the lake also disappeared.

Only one severed hand was floating on the surface of the lake.

Soon after.

Another flower boat came to the lake.

After salvaging the severed hand floating on the lake and putting it into a special box, Director Yi calmly looked at the lake surface stained red by the blood moon.

After a long time, he turned around.

"Back to the royal city."

......

unknown wilderness.

Wu Qingyou looked at the waterfall in front of her, the corners of her mouth raised.

"I finally found it, what the empress left behind."

Into the passionate waterfall.

The bare hand was raised lightly, and the waterfall began to twist.

Then, Wu Qingyou's figure was swallowed up.

......

Chapter 89 088 I share the bed with Wusan (4.2k)

unknown area.

Light rain hazy night.

The icy rain dripped from the dilapidated roof of the thatched hut onto his cheeks, and the slight chill woke Chen Yu up.

His body seemed to be pressed down by something, heavy.

Opening his eyes, it was a girl from about ten years old.

His clothes were torn, and he was very thin and emaciated.

Looks like malnutrition.

Most importantly, Chen Yu didn't know this little girl.

Before he could speak, the girl sitting on his stomach spoke.

"you're awake."

Childish and cold voice.

The tone is very familiar.

A note pops up.

[Have you seen this girl?You guessed it right, this girl is Wu San!Oh no, Wu San shouldn't be called Wu San now, maybe you can call her 1.3 meters! 】

Cow!

My five three.

Seeing Wusan, the girl version who was sizing him up with scrutiny, Chen Yu suppressed a smile.

Pretending not to know Wu San's identity, he was serious: "Little guy, did you get lost with your family? How about it, do you want to follow me, I will raise you in the future, just call me Dad."

"..."

Her face turned black, and Changxi punched someone Chen who did not know whether to live or die: "I am Wu...Changxi."

Quick mouth.

Changxi almost mispronounced her own name.

She is in a complicated mood.

Being called Wusan by Chen Yu every day, I almost thought it was his name.

Chen Yu was surprised: "Five three? Little girl, don't lie to me because I don't read much. You are clearly only 1.3 meters."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yu pushed Changxi's little butt, and said with disgust: "By the way, Wusan, can you get off me first, you are a bit heavy."

Changxi: "..."

After punching Chen Yu expressionlessly, Chang Xi stood up.

She moved her body and found that except for her body becoming smaller, her strength hadn't changed much.

The only thing that made her feel bad was that not only was she a little shorter in height, but her legs and hands were also short.

In addition to these, the chest has also become the same level of poor breasts as Liu Menghan.

"Hiss, Wusan, can't you strike lightly?"

Rubbing his sore nose from Chang Xi's two blows, Chen Yu got up complaining.

Chang Xi didn't even bother to raise her eyes.

Still moving the body on its own.

Chen Yu didn't care either, and began to look around.

[The dilapidated thatched cottage, don't look at it, it's useless, its only use is as a place for trading.As for the commodity, you guessed it, we are the commodity of the trade. 】

Thinking carefully about the information given in the remarks, Chen Yu touched his chin.

He considered many possibilities.

Only the answer of commodity really surprised him.

Chen Yu stroked his chin and began to think.

First, the commodity should be just a mere commodity.

But with special requirements.

For example - the identity of a storyteller.

Chen Yu stayed in Wangcheng for less than seven days.