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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nMinotaur?

nDo you still want to think about my cute little minotaur?

nA big Python can’t satisfy you, you damn old ghost, right!

nDamn!

nThe Storyteller was so angry that he almost stomped his feet.

nHowever, under the pressure of Second Brother’s nameless aura, no matter how unwilling he was, he didn’t dare to show it.

n“Ha, Ha Ha…”

n“Second brother, what, what do you mean?” The Storyteller laughed embarrassedly. His hand could not help but cover his chest.

n“What do you think?”

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nXu Xiaoshou felt that his body had become much better after he stopped absorbing the ominous demonic aura.

nEven the ‘under attack’ that was constantly spamming on the screen seemed to be slowing down at this moment.

n“Fission, blood rebirth, immortality…”

nXu Xiaoshou counted his fingers as he spoke. A perverted smile gradually appeared on his face, and his eyes were slightly fiery. “You know, if this was used as medicine, this old man would be able to refine a furnace of a peerless great pill!”

n“Impossible!”

nThe Storyteller was furious and shouted loudly, “You took a snake and didn’t pursue it. Now you still want to…”

n“You’re Insatiable!”

n“You’re simply insatiable!”

nRed-robed, who was watching from afar, was frightened by the Storyteller, who was clenching his orchid fingers, shaking his hands and stomping his feet.

n“This damn pervert…”

nXin felt that his eyes had been defiled.

nThis scene could only be washed away with the river of forgetfulness.

nThe corner of the Night Guardian’s mouth was also twitching.

nHe had fought against the Storyteller before, and he knew that if this fellow acted, it would really cause one’s scalp to go numb.

nBut the scene before him was simply too horrible to look at!

n“Crap…”

nXu Xiaoshou’s goosebumps rose as he watched, and he almost slashed his sword forward.

nBut he forcefully suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and his eyes sank. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the red-robed man without saying a word.

n“UH…”

nFor a moment, the Storyteller also felt that he had been too presumptuous.

nThe last time when he had released his natural instincts in front of this damn old man, he had almost burned all the hair on his body.

nThis time..

n“You’re not allowed.”

nThe Storyteller curled his fingers and turned his head away. He pouted and said, “Niu Niu will never give it to you. Give it up. This is a gift that I want to give to my brother.”

n“You already have a gift.” Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved

n“This is the second gift!”

nThe Storyteller said angrily, “Can’t someone give you a second gift?”

n“Yes.”

nXu Xiaoshou nodded lightly. He pondered for a moment and said, “But what about me? You summoned me in such a hurry. Aren’t you prepared to give me a gift?”

nHis gaze froze.

nThe Storyteller instantly felt a chill down his spine.

nThis damn old ghost wants to settle the score?

nAre you crazy? I only called you out in advance. I didn’t lose anything.

nA snake as an apology isn’t enough.

nYou still want my cow?

nXu Xiaoshou seemed to know what he was thinking. He said indifferently, “Give me a gift in pairs. Give it to me. If you delay my experiment, I’ll refine you directly. Do you believe me?”

n“I… don’t… believe!”

nThe Storyteller roared in his heart.

nHowever, he forced a stiff smile on his face and took out a palm-sized piece of space paper from his pocket.

n“Here, here…”

nXu Xiaoshou didn’t say anything. He smiled and narrowed his big black eyes. “Do you want me to go over and take it?”

nThe Storyteller’s face turned green instantly.

nYou damn old man!

nDidn’t you stop me from moving?

nHe obediently did as you said, and now you’re talking about seniority with me. Are you sick? !

n“Oh, yes, he is indeed sick.”

nThe Storyteller suddenly came to a realization.

nIf Second Brother was not sick, how could he have done it all these years, to the point where even his brother had to persuade him nicely?

nHe did not dare to stay.

nThe Storyteller reached out with both hands, and a spatial vortex appeared in front of him.

nThen, a vortex appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

nThe spatial piece of paper appeared from the vortex.

nObviously, the Storyteller was so careful that he didn’t even dare to get close.

nXu Xiaoshou smiled and shook his head. He picked up the piece of paper with two fingers.

nIn the small space of the piece of paper, there were tens of thousands of drops of blood. They were like red duckweed, scattered in every corner of the space of the piece of paper.

n“Is he dead…”

n‘Perception’ could detect that there was no sign of life in it.

nXu Xiaoshou’s heart sank.

nIf Xin Gugu was dead, then what was the point of him coming out this time?

nWhat was the difference between being unable to save his friend and being indifferent when he witnessed his death?

n“He’s not dead yet.”

nWhen the Storyteller saw his Second Brother’s darkened gaze, he thought that this old ghost was in a bad mood because of the Ghost Beast’s medicinal ingredients, so he hurriedly explained.

nXu Xiaoshou looked up.

nThe Storyteller immediately added, “This is also my ancient book’s space. Outsiders might not be able to notice it, but with the support of the Yin Yang Life and Death Trap’s power, he can maintain a trace of his spiritual intelligence.”

n“Whether or not he can wake up depends on luck… but if he’s conducting alchemy, it should be possible.”

n“Not dead, Hehe, really not dead.”

nXu Xiaoshou stared at the Storyteller for a long time before he flipped his hand and sent the space piece of paper into the Yuan mansion.

nActually, if it was possible, he really wanted to ask the Storyteller to undo the power of the space piece of paper.

nIn this way, Xin Gugu could bathe in the spirit mark of life’s spiritual qi as soon as she entered the Yuan mansion, so she definitely would not die.

nHowever, this method was too risky!

nPutting aside whether Elder Sang could recognize the power of the Storyteller or not, he could not figure it out.

nJust his appearance alone..

nIf he still needed to rely on others to help him, it would be an intangible act of lowering his status.

nIn order to maintain his identity and… to act cool, Xu Xiaoshou had to pretend that he understood everything.

nEven though at this moment, he could not even defeat one-tenth of the storyteller.

n“Very good.”

nXu Xiaoshou, who did not know what to say or how move on from this, had no choice but to look around him. He gently tapped his head and said the two words that were neither painful nor itchy.

n“Everyone has given me enough time and face. The things that I have to do will end here.”

n“The rest…”

nHe looked at Red-robed and then at the Storyteller. He smiled and said, “You guys settle your own matters. I still have a mission. Goodbye.”

nHe took a step forward.

nHe was about to silently chant the “Vanishing technique” in his heart.

nBut at this moment, a voice came from behind him, urging him to stay:

n“Senior, please wait.”

nThe moment the voice was heard, the entire place fell into dead silence.

nEveryone turned to look at the person at the exit.

nThis time, even the Storyteller was a little depressed.

nYou Red-robed, what do you call yourself?

nThis is a Saint Servant, do you understand?

nCan you afford to provoke him?

nIt’s easy to invite a god, but difficult to send a god. It wasn’t easy for this dead guy to escape, so why did you keep him here!

nCan you beat him?

nKeep him here to continue snatching gifts?

n“This sick girl… if I had known earlier, I would have dug out that eyeball first!” The Storyteller cursed in his heart, “I’m so angry!”

nThe group of people in red-robed also looked back in shock, and their gazes instantly focused on Yu Zhiwen.

nYu Zhiwen felt a huge pressure.

nIf she could, she didn’t want to bear the gaze of more than ten sovereign thrones or even several experts of the Cutting Path level at the same time.

nBut now, she had to say it.

nXu Xiaoshou naturally also saw Yu Zhiwen’s existence.

nThis girl had been frowning since the beginning, as if she had already seen something with her Gem Star Eyes.

nAt this moment, the moment she opened her mouth, Xu Xiaoshou only felt his hair stand on end.

nBut, did she ignore it?

nTo tell the truth.

nIf she ignored it, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know how she could leave the arena after using the Vanishing technique.

nThe stalemate on the battlefield was broken by his sudden intrusion.

nAt this moment, without a suitable reason, no one would shatter the space of the Storyteller’s ancient book.

nEven Red-robed didn’t dare.

nPreviously, he didn’t allow Red-robed to make a move because Xin Gugu’s matter hadn’t been settled yet.

nBut now, he wanted to give up.

nThe other party really didn’t dare!

nAs the second son of the Saint Servant and the person who had received the double gift, the current Xu Xiaoshou had even less reason to undermine his own family.

nThus, if he wanted to get out of the ancient book’s space.

nUnless the Storyteller’s brain was caught in a spatial crack and he detonated the ancient book’s space.

nOtherwise, there was only this one chance left.

nOne was because Yu Zhiwen had said a few more words and had inexplicably angered the second son of the Saint Servant. Then, the second son of the Saint Servant had lost his temper and forced Red-robed to make a move, a good opportunity to break the ancient book’s space!

nIn any case, it was normal for Elder Sang to lose his temper for no reason.

n“Little girl…”

nXu Xiaoshou stopped with a smile and turned his head to glance at her.

nWith a boom, the space where Red-robed was was instantly collapsed and became unstable.

nYu Zhiwen, who was hiding in the barrier of the Heaven Sealing Array, even let out a muffled groan and blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth under the indiscriminate damage.

nXu Xiaoshou: “…”

nSo weak?

nThat’s right.

nShe had forgotten that Yu Zhiwen was probably the only remaining ‘innate expert’ other than herself.

n“Zhiwen!”

nLan Ling flew to Yu Zhiwen’s side and supported her with one hand, passing her gentle spiritual source over.

nShe lowered her eyebrows and didn’t even have the time to glare at the Saint Servant who was bullying the weak. She just kept signaling with her eyes, trying to figure out the reason why Yu Zhiwen kept this old guy.

n“It’s okay, he has already held back.”

nYu Zhiwen felt this familiar aura of oppression, as if she could see the scene of Xu Xiaoshou being suppressed when the Path Pattern Initial Stone was born.

nShe thought back to the same familiar scorching high temperature..

nShe sighed in her heart.

nShe vaguely understood something.

n“May I ask, Senior, do you have a disciple named Xu Xiaoshou?”

nYu Zhiwen voiced out her doubts.

nHowever, her gaze had been fixed on the fourth sword.

nAfter this was said, Xu Xiaoshou did not wait for any reaction.

nThe bodies of the Night Guardian and the Storyteller trembled.

n“Xu Xiaoshou?”

nThe Storyteller raised his eyebrows.

nThis name should not be the female disciple that he had seen just now, right?

nWhy, there was a faint sense of familiarity?

nAfter pondering for a moment, the Storyteller’s pupils suddenly constricted.

nHe had heard of this name before!

nPreviously, during the battle between the Incarnation and the Night Guardian, the little brother who had finally escaped from the ancient book’s space with the Seal Ghost Beast..

nHe was Second Brother’s disciple?

nThis time, the Storyteller looked at the straw hat old man with a playful expression.

nDead man!

nYou have such a handsome disciple, why don’t you tell him?

nHe can’t beat you, so he can only let you do whatever you want..

nFine, you give it to the dead man, just you wait!

n“Xu Xiaoshou…”

n“Hehe.”

nHe suddenly covered his red lips, as if he had thought of something funny, and secretly laughed.

n..

n“Xu Xiaoshou?”

n“No, it can’t be…”

n“Which Xu Xiaoshou?”

n“That Xu Xiaoshou? !”

nRed-robed’s telepathic communication instantly became a little noisy.

nLan Ling looked back at the Night Nuardian in disbelief, as if she wanted to confirm something.

n“How did I know…”

nNight Guardian was also dumbfounded.

nXu Xiaoshou was the disciple of the Second Brother of the Saint Servant?

nEven though he had felt the anxious power of this person in front of him similar to Xu Xiaoshou before, the Night Guardian had never thought about it.

nBut due to his subjective consciousness, the Night Guardian had never thought of this.

nAccording to the private information that Red-robed had searched, shouldn’t Xu Xiaoshou be the secret disciple of Elder Sang, the Vice Dean of Tiansang Spirit Palace?

nWait a minute!

nElder Sang?

nNight Guardian was suddenly shocked and broke out in cold sweat.

nElder Sang seemed to be the Vice Dean of the Magic Pill Alchemy Association.

nElder Sang seemed to be the first dean of Tiansang Spirit Palace who had burned down half of Chuyun Peak.

nElder Sang..

nIs the Saint Servant’s Second Brother?

nHis heart seized, and the Night Guardian was horrified.

nEven if he had never dealt with the so-called Vice Dean of Tiansang Spirit Palace.

nBut I’ve heard a lot about the man.

nNow.

nAnd all of a sudden,.

nThe appearance of a Xu Xiaoshou, all things, all linked together?

n“Got it!”

n“I finally understand!”

nAt this moment, Night Guardian suddenly understood.

nHow could a small Prefecture and a small Tiansang Spirit Palace nurture a peerless talent like Xu Xiaoshou.

nIf a Saint Servant had acted in the dark, then with all his efforts, he would have been able to achieve such achievements, let alone now.

nIt was possible for Xu Xiaoshou’s strength to double again!

nAs for why Xu Xiaoshou had always refused to be recruited by him, he had always kept a distance from him.

nAt this moment, everything seemed to make sense.

n“Red-robed, Saint Servant…”

n“How can I keep a distance from him without being rejected?” Night Guardian smiled bitterly.

nLan Ling also realized something.

nShe looked at Night Guardian and each knew what the other was thinking.

nWhen Night Guardian put Xu Xiaoshou on the Red-robed’s blacklist, Lan Ling didn’t know why.

nBut now, those things that were thrown into the corner of her memory, seemingly impossible to be related to, were all connected together.

nNo one could remain calm.

nEven Xin, who had always been slow-witted, suddenly realized something.

n“Sister Zhiwen, is what you said true?”

nYu Zhiwen did not speak. Her beautiful starry eyes stared straight at the distant straw hat old man.

nReally?

nYu Zhiwen herself didn’t believe the truth.

nBut if it was Xu Xiaoshou..

nAnything was possible!

nAt this moment, she even had an even greater doubt in her heart.

nInfernal Original Seed, the power of the Frozen Tribulation, the sword cognition created by the Eighth Sword Deity, and that vast aura..

nEven if they were master and disciple, how could they be so similar?

nEven though this straw hat old man had never displayed sword will from the beginning to the end, as if everything was a struggle with the Fourth Sword.

nHowever, if he was Xu Xiaoshou..

nEverything could be explained.

n“No! Impossible!”

nYu Zhiwen was shocked by her own guess.

nIf the person in front of her was really Xu Xiaoshou, then it would be too shocking.

nScolding the Storyteller, shocking Red-robed with one glance, taking in the ghost beast with a flip of his hand..

nXu Xiaoshou wouldn’t dare to court death even if he had ten guts!

nAlthough they hadn’t been together for a long time, Yu Zhiwen knew.

nXu Xiaoshou cherished his life as much as everyone present… gathered together!

n“Disciple?”

nIn the air, the “Second Brother of the Saint Servant” pulled the corner of his scary mouth and smiled inexplicably.

nHis face also started to become gloomy and strange.

n“I do have another disciple, but it’s not Xu Xiaoshou like you said.”

n“His name is…”

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nXu Xiaoshou subconsciously wanted to use Zhou Tianshen to take the blame, but then he thought about it.

nRed-robed didn’t know Zhou Tianshen, but Yu Zhiwen had seen him before.

nZhang Xinxiong?

nNo.

nZhang Taiying was connected to the ghost beast, so Red-robed must have investigated the Zhang family.

nWho else could move forward?

nZhang Xinxiong… That’s right, this guy seemed to be a cousin of some guy?

nXu Xiaoshou thought about it, and finally, the name of the original enemy from the outer yard of Tiansang Spirit Palace, which he had almost forgotten, appeared in his mind.

n“Well…”

nXu Xiaoshou put his hands behind his back and raised his chin. “His name is Wen Ming..”

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