I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

He couldn't help but coughed awkwardly: "Everyone, what do you think of my new work "Peerless Dancer"? I've been talking about it for a long time, so please say something. Just give any comment you want..."

Unexpectedly, his words were instantly met with roll of eyes from everyone in the room.

"Do you deserve to be scolded?"

"That's it? You can't even describe one ten-thousandth of her charm. Do you still want us to praise you?"

"These are adjectives that even third-rate unofficial history novels don't use. Do you think you can be cool if you shout them out in a serious manner? Come on, stop insulting others, okay..."

The guests in the room did not give the storyteller any respect at all because of his age and familiarity.

The old man instantly received more negative reviews than he had ever accumulated in his entire life.

All the negative comments he had heard in his life combined were not as long as these few seconds, which made him blush and argue repeatedly: "With the little knowledge I have, I can only achieve this level at best... I know that I am not very knowledgeable, but there must be someone to record the great deeds of this benefactor, right?"

"Actually..." a drinker said while picking his teeth, "For people from other cities who haven't seen it with their own eyes, it's pretty good. But if you tell us about it, of course we feel it's terrible, because we saw the scene with our own eyes!"

"Then how do you think we should change it?" the storyteller humbly asked the drinkers.

"If you ask me, it lacks a bit of domineering power!" a swordsman suggested.

"I think it's still a little lacking in refinement..." a young lady said softly.

"It was almost like being there in person!" That was a mother who survived a desperate situation and escaped from the sword of the Southern Kingdom soldiers at the critical moment. It was the flying sword energy that saved her.

"It's still a little bit pure!"

"It's still a little short of being beautiful!"

"It's still a little lacking in heroism!"

"..."

The storyteller almost got a cerebral congestion from listening to all the chatter.

Sure enough, when I ask outsiders for their opinions, the answer I get is always "colorful black".

"Stop, stop, stop!" The storyteller didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I understand. You all have your own feelings about this peerless sword dance, but with my literary talent, I'm afraid I won't be able to write about what you asked me to do even if I spend my entire life writing..."

He sighed, paused, and arched his hands towards the sky: "This kind of extraordinary artistic conception can probably only be written by the legendary Taibai hero..."

"No!"

But at this moment, a shadow covered the threshold of the tavern.

The white-haired man smiled brightly, walked into the tavern with the white snow and sunshine outside the tavern on his back, and put his hand on the storyteller's shoulder.

"Even the great hero Taibai can't write it."

The man said seriously.

The eyes of all the patrons in the pub were stunned for a moment.

It was as if everyone in the room was cast under a spell of immobilization at the same time, and the sound of wine glasses falling was continuous.

"Mrs……"

The storyteller, who usually spoke fluently and eloquently, suddenly became a stutterer and looked at the man next to him, unable to speak.

"Well, it's well written, but there are still some minor mistakes in the details."

The Great Hero Taibai patted the storyteller's shoulder with some melancholy: "The Witch King did not give up his ambition just because his soldiers were killed. If the Southern Kingdom intends to rebel, with the Witch Ancestor and the Wugui Forbidden Land, they can still make a comeback."

"That is..." The storyteller's professional qualities made him immediately immersed in the story, and he frowned in confusion.

"He has realized his ambition," said Taibai, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "Besides, he kept his promise."

If someone could let him see the real sword dance, he would be willing to do it no matter what the cost.

Moreover, he will meet any conditions of the other party.

Jiang Keer’s condition was to pass the position of the Witch King to herself.

After saying this, Hero Taibai walked into the tavern as if he was covered in sunlight.

His eyes quickly fixed on the three female figures in the corner of the tavern.

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68. The Season of White Album (the sequence number of the previous chapter was wrong)

The three girls snuggled together intimately, listening to the book with a smile.

It's really relaxing...

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Master’s wife smile so easily.

It’s strange to say, but Master’s wife was as pure as a child in front of Jiang Shuishui and Qiao Qianxue.

It's amazing that they have such a good relationship even though they just met yesterday.

"She went to Jinguan City to save the prefect of Chengdu, and went to Jingzhou to save the entire city of Jiangling. Lady Hero Shui Shui really shows off wherever she goes!" said Hero Taibai with a smile.

After hearing this, the drinkers were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses.

Water... Water Heroine?

She had actually been sitting in this tavern for a long time? !

OMG!

The storyteller was instantly ashamed - telling someone else's story in front of someone else was embarrassing no matter how you thought about it! Especially when your story was so bad!

Jiang Ke'er grinned foolishly.

She's still drunk.

The witch master's wine was really too strong, and she drank too much yesterday to evoke the feelings of the past, so she has not been able to get rid of the influence of drunkenness until this moment.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue had a mind of its own and was too lazy to move.

Even ordinary hair has become a difficult matter.

Brains were cooking in the steaming pot of red oil. Master Taibai sat down and said, "Master Xiao Yu has already returned to the capital."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Li Bai always felt that when Lord Xiao Yu left, he was running for his life. He was not even willing to confirm the situation in Jingzhou City in person, and ran back to Chang'an as fast as he could.

He even looked at the portraits of his wife and children with tears in his eyes, and wrote a letter overnight, as if he was making arrangements for his funeral arrangements.

"Master's wife, your hand..."

"It's okay," Xiao Tao smiled drunkenly, and glanced at Jiang Ke'er beside her. She felt relieved, without any worries about her hands being sealed. "When it's time to get better, it will get better."

"..."

Hero Taibai's cheeks twitched. He looked at it for a long time and now he could not help it.

"Master's wife, do you know my sister?"

"Sister? Pfft——"

Gongsun Xiaotao laughed without any image, and looked at Taibai Daxia in disbelief while shaking with fear: "What kind of terrible misunderstanding have you come up with?"

Li Taibai's face suddenly turned red: "Isn't it my sister? Master's wife, do you know Shui Shui's life experience?"

"Emmmm..."

Gongsun Xiaotao's eyes suddenly blinked.

"No, I don't know," she said, suddenly serious, "maybe she is your sister."

"Ah, that's good!"

Hero Taibai immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, in his impression, his master's wife was an extremely serious person. She always spoke in a very serious manner and never joked, let alone such a serious joke.

"Shuishui has lost her memory, please take good care of her, Master," Taibai said sincerely, "and since Master knows Shuishui, please try your best to help her recall the past..."

"Of course, don't worry," Gongsun Xiaotao agreed with a smile, "But I see that you look like you have some official business to attend to. What is it?"

"It's about Shuishui," said Taibai Xia a little embarrassedly, "After all, Shuishui is the current Witch King, and she will be needed to help the Tang army enter southern Xinjiang. If possible, your majesty hopes Shuishui can leave as soon as possible."

"You need to tell His Majesty that things may not be as simple as he imagined," Jiang Ke'er said dazedly, "Although I am the current Witch King and can command the people of the Witch Clan, the Witch Ancestor is still here."

"And according to Xiao Tao, the Wu Zu has reappeared in the world and is likely to do something behind the scenes. We have to completely solve the Wu Zu problem before we can safely enter Southern Xinjiang."

Master Taibai looked worried: "Then we must hurry up. His Majesty wants to send a monk to take you there right now..."

"That's fine, it's a good opportunity to go and see the forbidden area."

Jiang Ke'er had long had the idea of ​​exploring the forbidden area of ​​the witch clan. After all, the Wu ghosts gathered there, Xiao Tao injured both hands there, and the last place where the witch ancestor appeared was also in the forbidden area.

I have so many reasons to go and check it out.

only……

Jiang Ke'er glanced at the knife beside her, with a worried look on her face.

She wilted again.

Therefore, she now has no confidence to face the forbidden area.

All the power that erupted during the previous sword dance came from this rogue knife, and now the knife has completely stopped moving.

Oddly enough, this knife actually contains the power of the ancient god!

When I asked Sister Qianxue, she couldn't explain it clearly, as if she didn't know much about this knife.

Sister Qianxue really has a lot of secrets hidden in her.

Sister Qianxue...

Ugh.

Thinking of Sister Qianxue's goal, Jiang Ke'er suddenly felt upset.

The recovered memory is like a piece of a puzzle. Although it is not much, it is enough to infer many things through the picture on the puzzle.

Should I say it is indeed so?

Although Jiang Keer already had some guesses in her mind the moment she knew she was connected with Hou Tu.

But at that time she didn't dare to confirm such an outrageous fact.

And through the memories brought by Xiaotao, she has completely confirmed her name.

I am——

Jiang·the best medical practitioner in the world·pioneer of the demon race’s equal rights movement·founder of the Qinglian Sword Sect·master of Gongsun Da Niang and General Pei·successor of Epsilon·Hou Tu of the Underworld·the only officially designated saint ancestor of Shenzhou·Ke’er!

The moment she understood all this, she was so excited that she laughed out loud towards the sky.

Even put his hands on his hips.

But the thought that followed immediately made her scalp numb in an instant - Sister Qiao Qianxue's life goal was to marry Jiang Keer.

And I am Jiang Keer.

Therefore, Sister Qiao Qianxue's lifelong goal is...

…married myself???

Aaaaaaah! WOC, damn!

Jiang Ke'er couldn't laugh anymore at that time.

Recalling the scenes of herself giving Qiao Qianxue chicken soup and encouraging her to boldly pursue Jiang Ke'er, she tapped her toes on the ground in embarrassment.

Her whole body was in disarray.

Sister Qiao Qianxue is the person who has taken the best care of her and treated her the best since her reincarnation. Jiang Ke'er has long regarded her as her own sister.

She certainly hoped that her sister could get what she wanted and gain the best happiness in the world, but the result...

The person my sister wants to sleep with is me???

Jiang Ke'er was completely numb.

She really didn't want to hurt this big sister who took such good care of her.

But she can't betray Qiao Xiaoxian!

Although she has not yet recovered her memory of Qiao Xiaoxian, Jiang Keer is certain that the Divine Lord Qiao Xiaoxian has definitely had some interactions with her.

There must be a reason why I am so persistent in marrying her.