Qiu Xiaoyun asked: "What are the requirements?"&1t;/p>

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The storyteller kept it a secret and smiled and said, "This requirement is actually not difficult, anyone can do it."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone frowned and said impatiently: "What are you asking for?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The old man laughed and said, "That is, the book seller must tell me about the old man for three years."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone was stunned and then said disdainfully: "Do you want someone to help you collect the body after you die?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The storyteller did not comment and nodded, "That's exactly what it means."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone said coldly: "Who will agree to this request? I think you should sell this book for 5,000 taels. If you have 5,000 taels, you can still sell a maid. Are you afraid that no one will collect the body from you?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The storyteller shook his head and smiled, "That's different."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Zhou Kang smiled and said, "This old man is really interesting."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

At this time, a little girl came out and said crisply and angrily: "I bought it."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone looked at the sound and couldn't help but frown. The person who was talking turned out to be a little beggar, who looked like a teenager.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone was puzzled and said, "Little girl, this old guy costs five hundred taels. Do you have that much money?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The little beggar shook his head and said, "No, but I can earn it now. Didn't he say he would follow him to tell stories for three years? It's not difficult to earn five hundred taels in these three years, right?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone was stunned and speechless.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The storyteller laughed and said, "It's not bad, when you make enough money, this book will be yours."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

As he said that, he waved to the little beggar, and the little beggar walked up.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Ye Qiu and others smiled slightly, thinking that the matter was over. Just as they were about to check out and leave, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "I want this book."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

An obese boy led a group of people in, pushed the person in front of him to the side, walked to the old man and the little beggar before stopping, and said lightly: "One thousand taels, I want this book."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The storyteller frowned, but the little beggar stepped forward and said coldly: "He has promised to sell it to me, and now the book is mine."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The fat boy looked at the little beggar who was half shorter than him and shouted coldly: "Where is the little beggar coming from? Get out of here."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

As he said that, he kicked the little beggar out with just one kick.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Qiu Xiaoyun frowned and said coldly: "This guy is too arrogant."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Ye Qiu kept looking at the little beggar. At this moment, the little beggar was getting up from the ground, with blood on the corners of her mouth, but she still ran to the fat boy, blocking the fat boy, and said coldly: "Since the book is mine, why should you rob it?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The fat boy was stunned and then smiled and said, "Just because this book was written by my father."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone was stunned again and frowned one by one. They all knew the guy in front of them, and they could be said to be familiar with it. However, because the Song family in Beixuecheng has the same surname as the royal family of the Song Kingdom, it is very prestigious in this Beixuecheng. Even the city lord Wen Shisheng has to give some face. Therefore, this young master of the Song family is arrogant and domineering in the city. It has harmed many people over the years, but due to the secret surname, many people turn a blind eye.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

But the legend of "The Legend of the World" was written by a scholar with a disadvantaged career. When did the head of the Song family be written? Besides, none of the three generations of the Song family read any books, and could they write such a vivid story?&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

This is simply a joke.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The little beggar frowned slightly and then said, "You are talking nonsense. If your father wrote it, why don't you ask him to write another one?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

As soon as this was said, everyone followed and said, "That's right. Even children don't believe such words, who would believe them?"&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The fat boy narrowed his eyes, his murderous intent was revealed, and he said coldly: "Little bitch, you are looking for death."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

As he said that, he slapped the little beggar directly in the face, and directly beat the little beggar to the ground, and his face was swollen.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Ye Qiu looked at the little beggar and suddenly remembered Lingling. The little girl was somewhat similar to the little girl in front of her, both of whom were so fearless. Could it be that this is the common point of beggars? It is because they really have nothing to lose, so they are not afraid of anything?&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The old storyteller stepped forward and pulled the little beggar up and begged, "Stop hitting, I'll give you this book."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The fat boy pushed away the storyteller, then grabbed the little beggar's collar and sneered: "I want books, and I want to beat people."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

As he said that, he raised his right hand and slapped the little beggar in the face.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

His hand did not slap the little beggar's face, because more than ten dark blue knives appeared directly next to the little beggar's face, and the fat boy's entire right hand suddenly disappeared without a trace. Yes, everyone saw this strange scene.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The boy slapped his hand, and then his hand disappeared.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

This is simply too incredible and too incomprehensible.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Even the fat boy was stunned, his hand was missing.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

What absurd and weird thing this is, and how terrifying and terrible it is.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

"Ah!..."&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

The cry sounded, shaking everyone's eardrums. The fat boy kept retreating, covering his right hand with his left hand, and blood kept spraying out.&1t;/p>

&1t;/p>

Everyone didn't understand what had been born, and the little beggar was even more scared and looked at the dark blue knives beside his face. These knives looked so small, so delicate, so beautiful, but so terrifying.&1t;/p>

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To be continued...