Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

On a storytelling stage in front, a middle-aged man in his forties was in high spirits. He was waving a fan, pinching his medium-length beard, and using skillful words to arouse the curiosity of the audience.

For a moment, the neatly arranged benches below the stage were filled with people, and those who failed to get a seat simply crowded around the seats below the stage. Although it was a bit hard to stand, it did not affect their cheering when they heard something exciting.

"Someone is telling a story in front!" Mo Shaoyu was the first to hear the voice.

Lin Shuyu exclaimed: "I have only seen such scenes in books and have never experienced them in person."

The voice from the stage continued:

"This man's name is Nangong Xiu. It is said that he was born in a hunter family in Bailin Mountain. He was born with an ordinary appearance. Although he has some talent, he opened his sea of ​​consciousness and gathered energy in his dantian at the age of thirteen. Unfortunately, he was born with a vicious heart..."

"They seem to be talking about Nangong Xiu's story!" Mo Shaoyang also heard it.

"Is it the Nangong Xiu we know?" Mo Shaoyu was also a little surprised and asked uncertainly.

"It should be!" The two brothers asked and answered.

"I wonder what image our Sanyuan Sect will have in the stories down the mountain." Lin Shuyu suddenly thought of this question.

Everyone was still hesitating whether to stay and experience it for themselves, but when these words came out, the four of them looked at each other and then almost in unison looked at Jiang Tingwan.

Seeing what they were thinking, Jiang Tingwan nodded and approved, "Go ahead if you want to."

Because not to mention them, even Jiang Tingwan was somewhat curious about how Nangong Xiu's story had been enriched now.

So, after the four of them saluted, they immediately squeezed into the bustling place, wanting to hear about the wonderful moments of Sanyuan Sect.

After the four of them squeezed in, Jiang Tingwan also squeezed in from another gap holding Sui Jiu.

Jiang Tingwan: "Excuse me, please make way, please make way..."

Suijiu: Why are you joining in on this fun?

Jiang Tingwan squeezed in while replying: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. Although most of the stories told by storytellers have been artistically processed, the main plot should remain unchanged, and there may be unexpected gains.

The middle-aged man on the stage was beaming with joy, and the fan in his hand opened and closed in time with the story he was narrating. The audience's mood also fluctuated with his storytelling skills, sometimes excited, sometimes angry, and sometimes worried.

Even Jiang Tingwan was deeply impressed by such storytelling skills and rhythm. If she could have such skills, she would not have done so badly in the online literature world.

So, with the mentality of learning and researching, Jiang Tingwan squeezed forward another layer.

The people around her were squeezed and looked at her. They were about to get angry, but their attention was diverted by a female voice.

"Sir, is what you are talking about a personal experience?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person speaking was a beautiful lady with a graceful figure in the crowd. Her demeanor captured their hearts at first sight.

The gentleman on the stage did not expect to be asked this question. He looked at the woman who was speaking, and his heart was moved the moment he met her gaze.

He swallowed and replied, "Miss, you are joking. Since this story happened more than a thousand years ago, how can I have experienced it personally?"

Hearing this, the woman frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Since you haven't experienced it yourself, how do you know that Nangong Xiu is a plain-looking but vicious person?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "This is naturally a story passed down by word of mouth. I am fortunate to know a few immortal sect cultivators. Their sects participated in the siege of the Wuchen Palace, so their words are naturally credible."

The storyteller brought in the immortal monks to vouch for his story, and the onlookers nodded in agreement, finding it credible.

Unexpectedly, the woman raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose and smiled, then put her hand down and said, "But in my opinion, sir, you have trusted the wrong person. There were countless cultivators who besieged Wuchen Palace back then, but not all of them had seen Nangong Xiu's appearance, let alone his heart."

After hearing this, the storyteller realized that the girl was looking for trouble. His face changed and he said unhappily, "If you are here to listen to a story, I welcome you. But if you are here to mess things up, that is too much."

As they spoke, the two servants beside the stage took two steps towards the woman as a warning.

The people who were listening to the story saw the "danger" of the woman, and some of them kindly reminded her out of sympathy: "Girl, if you don't want to listen, just leave and don't cause any trouble."

"Why are you leaving?" Unexpectedly, there were still some people who were more serious. "I can hear that you are speaking for that devil, right?"

The man made his accusation, and everyone finally reacted and looked at the woman who had spoken.

"Who are you and how dare you speak for a devil?" the crowd questioned.

The woman smiled again, with a hint of disdain in her eyes, "Your story is not right, but you don't allow me to question it. How unreasonable."

The storyteller who was questioned blushed. He had indeed only heard the story from hearsay and did not have any friends who were immortal cultivators. He could not see through the origins of the woman in the audience and was speechless for a moment.

At the same time, the crowd of people eating melons suddenly burst into whispers:

"What is this nonsense……"

"How does she know it's wrong?..."

"Could it be some immortal sect cultivator? The trial meeting of the Hundred Immortal Sects is approaching soon, and there must be many cultivators coming in and out..."

"But she is speaking for the devil..."

The voices around him kept ringing. After squeezing for a long time, Jiang Tingwan finally squeezed to the first row. His vision became wider and he saw the woman who was talking opposite him at a glance. There were not many people in the world who could speak for Nangong Xiu, but there was only one woman who was so charming and captivating.

Although Jiang Tingwan had never seen Qinglan's true face, her woman's intuition told her that she was Qinglan.

Because of his jump, Qinglan on the opposite side happened to see him. Jiang Tingwan instinctively wanted to turn around and go back, but if he ran away when he saw someone, wouldn't that just increase suspicion? So he forced himself to straighten his back, keep calm, and pretend that he didn't see it.

Seeing Jiang Tingwan appear here and not seeing Mu Yunzhong, Qinglan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but when he saw the little fox in her arms, his eyes lit up.

Before Jiang Tingwan could avoid her gaze, a glimmer of white light flashed in her eyes and directly caught her eyes.

The power traveled through her body at the fastest speed.

When Jiang Tingwan came to his senses, he only saw the obvious surprise in Qinglan's eyes.

Jiang Tingwan trembled when she realized what happened. She just came to watch the fun, but ended up getting killed.

It's over, it's over!

At this moment, Qinglan no longer had any interest in arguing with the storyteller. He just gave Jiang Tingwan a dangerous smile and then left the crowd.

She left after she finished her fuss, and the onlookers found it baffling, but after all, they had spent money and they still wanted to hear the story to the end, so they all urged the storyteller to finish the story.

The storyteller, who had regained attention, regained his confidence and was in high spirits. He talked incessantly about the story of how Nangong Xiu was possessed by a demon and was besieged by hundreds of immortal sects.

The audience's emotions were rekindled, and they followed the storyteller's tone and the plot of the story to release their own emotions, and gave their applause generously.

At this moment, in the minds of Jiang Tingwan and Sui Jiu, what the storyteller said was no longer important. The man and the fox stood there in a daze for a long time.

After a long period of silence, Sui Jiu's voice came from below: You seem to have been exposed again!

Jiang Tingwan was also stunned: Do you think what she saw was the disappearance of my cultivation, or the soul of Bai Wangshu in my body?

Sui Jiu was not sure either: I guess no one would think of probing your spiritual consciousness...

Jiang Tingwan just nodded in relief, but then became terrified: But Cang Shuzi and Mu Yun finally thought of it!

Suijiu also accepted his fate: It’s over!

At that moment, the man and the fox thought of the worst possible scenario and were stunned.

Jiang Tingwan turned around sadly and said, "Let's go back. I'm not in the mood anymore."

Everything that happened today happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to react.

While she was taking a nap and eating, her secret was discovered by the only two people she needed to be on guard against.

Although she didn't know how much Qinglan knew, the mere discovery that his cultivation had dissipated would make her persuade Mu Yun to kill her in the end.

The cultivation of the most powerful elder of Sanyuan Sect was dissipated, and Mu Yun finally had the strength of the late stage of the transformation realm. It was simply the perfect time to slaughter Sanyuan Sect.

This fox demon is also deadly. There were so many sects that surrounded Wuchen Palace, but she had a deep memory of Kaiyuanzi, a casual cultivator who took advantage of the situation. The entire cultivation world did not think that Sanyuan Sect was so important, but she insisted on opening a path through Sanyuan Sect.

More importantly, to this day, ever since the discovery of the Dustless Pearl in the Colosseum that actively summoned the Thunder Python's inner elixir, even the author Jiang Tingwan cannot tell whether Nangong Xiu will be resurrected.

I didn't expect that at this time, I was actually worried about Mu Yunzhong, worried about another ending where Mu Yunzhong would disappear.

She is really, crazy...

In the following time, Jiang Tingwan walked alone on the street for a long time, and Sui Jiu also accompanied her for a long time. Now that he had fallen out of her sea of ​​consciousness, he could not feel what she was thinking, and could only walk slowly beside her.

When she returned to the inn, only her room was still lit. She pushed the door open with some surprise. Mu Yunzhong, who was sitting inside, looked up at her. However, his black eyes were so terrifying that they made her feet freeze...