"puff--"

The speechless one was Tang Ning, and the one who couldn't help laughing was Tian Fuling.

Guan Qingqing gave Tian Fuling a blank look. The identity of the eldest princess above ten thousand people was not good for her.

"Okay, I just think you want to hear it." Old Master Tang sighed: "Let's go, go back first."

Tell a story.

But this time it wasn't in the garden, and it was snowing heavily outside. Dou E was really unwilling to tell the truth, so he moved to the warm room.

Let’s first tell a story about the founding of the gods, and then follow the last story. The story of Yin Hong’s death in one breath and Su Hu’s return to Qi Zhou.

Perhaps because of the long-term storytelling, the old man unconsciously used the storyteller's method, adding salt and vinegar to the point of eloquence, and telling the plot that it was full of twists and turns, wearing various magic weapons and crazy water words. How powerful is it? It makes the villains' awesomeness indirectly, so that the girls who listen to the story around the fire clasped their handkerchiefs tightly as the plot, and their mood was like a roller coaster.

Only those babies who were held in their arms by the wet nurses, with their ignorant and innocent Kazi Lander's big eyes, curiously looking around, then yawned boredly, played with their fingers, and spit bubbles...

The first time I was in the VIP seat in my life, the little emperor who heard the old man telling a story, was so itchy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, as if a new world was opened.

My mother, there is such a wonderful story in the world?

No wonder the Emperor Sister came to the Wei Palace as a guest!

Unfortunately, I finally heard justice defeating evil in stages. The heartthrob Mr. Tang slapped awakening the wood and said the most deeply hated words of the listener - "If you want to hear what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter of the decomposition!"

Dame!

I haven't heard enough yet!

The little emperor jumped up and showed his attitude with his actions.

"I still want to hear it?"

Tang Ning asked politely.

The little emperor nodded violently.

"Sorry, the story of the Gods is gone. After all, a good story is not the leeks in the field."

The old man shook his head with a smile.

The little emperor was very disappointed to be visible to the naked eye.

"But..." The old man changed his tone and said, "There is another story about Feng Shen who doesn't want to do. Does Your Majesty want to listen to?"

The little emperor nodded violently.

Next to him, the eldest princess Tian Fuling looked at the emperor's brother silently, wanting to say something but stopping.

But Tian Fuling didn't speak after all, after all... she also wanted to hear Tang Ning's story.

"Say that in ancient times, a long time ago, there was a vast monster like a mountain in the world. All sentient beings were their food. We human race alone had eaten up by them for more than a million. Wherever they passed, all sentient beings entered their stomachs, but they could not fill their stomachs. One day, this monster with a stomach-indwelling like a bottomless pit suddenly stopped eating and burst into tears day and night. Someone came forward with the courage to ask why it cried. Guess... how did the monster answer?"

Tang Ning told a brief story now.

The audience gave their answers with great face, and even the visiting princess and the little emperor reported their respective answers.

Tian Fuling said: "That monster must have had a repentance."

The little emperor said: "It must be overeating!"
Chapter completed!