On the chaotic streets, people’s voices are full, and they seem to be rushing out of the water flowing into the sea.

This is among the teahouses in a busy area.

“Look! Then the old-headed storyteller Old Mister is coming!” The tea gulp swallowed the tea in his mouth, his face was pleasantly surprised, and he said aloud.

The tea guests watched her walk up to the storytelling desk, but there was some expectation in the discussion.

She snapped a case and said, “Quiet!”

As soon as the chopping board was shot, the tea guests knew she was going to say it.

Sitting in a corner, Yi Chun was elegant, and the woman with delicate and pretty eyebrows picked up the tea in her hand and drank some teasing crimson lips.

And this woman is no other than Poria.

The old Mister this time of storytelling is sitting at the desk and talking, instead of standing and talking like before, and then leaving after finishing talking.

Everyone saw this, only he would tell this story in detail.

“Today, we listen to the story while drinking tea, only, we do n’t talk about the red warbler and willow, this time, I will talk about the rivers and lakes.” Like ants.

“Fuck, is there any major event on the rivers and lakes?” Tea guest one. “

“No, we have to listen to it this time.” Cha Ke 2.

Many people also agreed with her, making others quiet, except that Poria in the corner was casually drinking tea.

“I heard that two powerful forces have suddenly added to the recent rivers and lakes, one is 2 cabinets for collecting information from the world, and the other is the nine students who are gathered by killers.” It’s hilarious.

Fu Ling suddenly froze at this moment and knew what she was going to say.

Even she was curious herself.

What’s more, 1000 Jige and 9 Shengmen are mostly men, but they are not incompetent, which makes her think of Chu Qing.

“What do you think? How could he? Maybe …” Huo Ling whispered, but in fact she inexplicably asked Chu Qing close.

The storyteller said a lot, and she was all finished.

The more she listened down, she felt extremely similar to Chu Feng’s style, and there were more and more doubts.

Back in Gong Family, I saw Chu Qing in the courtyard, playing the flute in a good mood.

Chu Qing sat playing the flute in the pavilion under the yard. When he saw Poria, he put down his waiter and nodded to her.

Fu Ling had doubts in her heart. When she saw him here, she wanted to ask him. “Two powerful forces have emerged on the rivers and lakes, one named Ganji Pavilion and one named 2 Shengmen.” Fu Ling said seductively, looking at Chu Qing’s complexion.

But he didn’t know, playing the flute he had just played.

“Really? That’s fine.” Chu Qing said.

“Then the 1000 Pavilion Lord and the 9 Sect Master sect master, are you?” Fu Ling’s root eyes stared at his eyes, and his calm expression came into his eyes.

“Yes.” Chu Qing’s face hesitated for a moment, he still promised

admit.

Seeing that he had inherited it also confirmed the doubts in his mind, and then he felt distressed and did so much.

If his identity is transmitted, I don’t know how many women will be criticized.

“I’m here to help you, okay? Then you can relax a little bit.” He said that his tone was not pityful.

Chu Qing listened, and frowned directly.

“No, I can do it alone.” He left the job and left by himself, leaving Fuling sitting alone in Xiangzi.

(End of this chapter)