Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning stopped asking questions.

The old man's eyes flashed with cunning: "You should be careful, there are many people who like Miss Xi."

Zhuang Ning didn't say anything, just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

He was very sure that this was a game. Either he would take Xi away first, or Xi would disappear completely.

In this case, Xi's fictional "Zhuang Ning" became particularly important, and he had to come to the teahouse to see the storyteller "Zhuang Ning".

At this moment, the storyteller Zhuang Ning slammed the gavel with a thunderous sound and a serious look.

Although he acted like a bootlicker before, he is really decisive when it comes to books.

Zhuang Ning's frown deepened.

Not right.

How could he be talking about the Three Kingdoms? Zhuang Ning had never told Xi that there shouldn't be a Romance of the Three Kingdoms in this world!

He originally thought that Zhuang Ning was just a protective mechanism in Xi's subconscious mind, and could be regarded as Xi's imagination of the personality of "Zhuang Ning".

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

Or is it that my arrival has also subconsciously affected the world?

Zhuang Ning’s dilemma did not last too long, because after finishing the story, the storyteller hurriedly put down his tools, changed his clothes, and rushed out impatiently.

He didn't even ask for his wages, he was so eager to go home.

The place he went to was Huiqi Mountain. Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows and said, "People have treated you like this, and you still want to lick them?"

If it was someone else's image, Zhuang Ning wouldn't be so awkward, but seeing a guy with the same face as him being rejected so shamelessly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It is indeed a world that defies the will of Heaven.

Zhuang Ning suppressed the urge to teach him a lesson and followed him quietly.

……

……

"here we go again!"

"Here it comes again! Here it comes again! Here it comes again!"

Xi almost broke her paintbrush. Why was it that every time she wanted to paint, that person would come over and stop her?

What's so special about her? She just has some pets and likes to draw!

Even if someone really wanted to harm her, what did it have to do with that so-called Zhuang Ning? !

Mother is already looking for a place. Leaving here means freedom.

The door was slammed again, and it was snowing heavily today.

The man stood in front of the door and kept hitting the bolt, each time with greater force.

Xi looked at the big sword on the hilt, the nameless anger in his heart growing more and more intense, and he was almost about to draw the sword. The pet he raised sensed his master's mood and became ferocious as well!

When Xi opened the door, she saw the storyteller Zhuang Ning.

"I heard you were moving away?"

"Yes."

"Where to move?"

"Anywhere is fine, but you can't leave."

"Zhuang Ning" was completely anxious and grabbed Xi: "No!"

"As long as you are here, she can't do anything to you, but if you leave, it means you are completely abandoning yourself!"

"I told you, you're not in your right mind." Xi sneered coldly, "Get out of here!"

"This is not the real you. You should be a great painter. You shouldn't be curled up in this small world and be deceived by others. You..."

Xi looked at him coldly and sneered: "The one who bewitched me was not someone else, but you, Zhuang Ning. I have nothing to do with you."

"Yes, really, yes—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Xi's patience has reached its limit, and countless complex emotions flow through her sigh.

Then she gave an order, and the various pets either giggled or growled.

They all came out from behind the door, dragging ink as thick as blood, and slowly cast their gazes towards the storyteller Zhuang Ning.

"I really... don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore." Xi's whispers became softer and softer, her long black hair like a waterfall swaying in the wind and snow, and her bloodshot eyes revealed resentment.

She shouted angrily: "Now, get out of here!"

The pets instantly turned into bloody beasts.

The monster with a mountain-like shell rushed up and knocked Zhuang Ning to the ground.

Before Zhuang Ning could get up, his hands were bitten by the monster with great force, and he screamed in pain.

"Why don't you believe me?" He roared, "Xi, you idiot, this is not the first time, you, you...!"

He rolled in the snow, and the Inklings followed closely, trampling over him like they were a toy.

Xi sneered.

Although she felt a little shadowed in her heart, she still acquiesced.

In silence, my mother came back. I still couldn't see her face clearly, but she was always right.

What's more, Xi is very satisfied with her life and will never allow a mortal to interfere!

--mortal.

The moment this word came out, Xi's heart moved.

mortal?

Why would I think so.

Outside the house, the screaming sounds gradually disappeared, and it seemed that the man had left.

Xi An calmed down, looked at her mother, and asked impatiently: "Mom, when are we leaving here?"

"When..." The woman smiled gently, "Tomorrow."

The firelight shone through the oil paper, casting the shadow of the woman, not in human form, but in the shape of a twisted dragon.

The dragon's eyes shone with twisted vermilion, carrying infinite expectations for the future.

……

……

The storyteller "Zhuang Ning" dragged himself back in a miserable state.

This time Zhuang Ning did not let him go, but stood in front of him.

He observed the man, who was dressed in a green robe, unkempt and haggard.

Zhuang Ning's face was filled with a friendly smile: "Let's chat."

"Ok?"

The storyteller Zhuang Ning seemed very alert: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you see me yesterday? I was watching you the whole time." Zhuang Ning said calmly. He knew that he was an alien in this world, and he didn't try to hide it. "I'm very interested in you, Zhuang Ning."

"I'm interested in you. I'm just a storyteller."

"No." Zhuang Ning sighed, "Then why do you always say you want to protect Xi? What does protecting Xi have to do with you?"

"What does that have to do with you? Why should I tell you?" The storyteller looked at him warily, unable to hide the suspicion in his eyes.

"What does it matter..."

Zhuang Ning lowered his head and shook it as if he was amused. "Yes, but I can't tell you."

"Then I can't tell you! Goodbye!" Storyteller Zhuang Ning wanted to bypass this strange man in a black coat who didn't look like a good person at first glance.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

He turned his head subconsciously, and his pupils were reflected in his gradually enlarging palm.

A second later, his palm came into close contact with his cheek. The perfect force started from his feet and then rotated back to transmit the force to his hands.

Simply put, this is a big one.

The storyteller Zhuang Ning flew backwards, his already embarrassed face became even more embarrassed. He looked in disbelief at this guy who started beating people up over a disagreement.

"what you do?!"

"If you don't tell me, I can only use some special methods to make you submit."

Under the hood, Zhuang Ning's face showed a perverted smile. Not only did he not object to beating himself, he also felt...good from the inside out.

It’s like going back in time and teaching my younger self a lesson!

This kind of pleasure is so refreshing that even Zhuang Ning, who claims to be mature and has a heart of stone, can feel his heart fluttering.

But in the eyes of storyteller Zhuang Ning, this is a very dangerous signal.

He had just been severely ravaged by Mo Liang and didn't want to incur new injuries, so he shrank back and asked nervously, "What do you want to ask me?"

Zhuang Ning asked without hesitation: "With your background, why do you say Xi's experience is fake?"

"My origins? I've said it many times. I'm just a storyteller. I was one in the past and I will be one in the future." Storyteller "Zhuang Ning" said angrily.

He originally wanted to show toughness, but looking at the evil eyes of this hooded man of unknown origin, he finally shrank his neck.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses.

Zhuang Ning found it very interesting. Now he was sure that this person was created by Xi.

"Why do you say Xi's experience is fake?" Zhuang Ning sneered.

The storyteller protested: "You are eavesdropping, aren't you afraid that I will tell the authorities?"

"You can go." Zhuang Ning crackled his fists.