Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

Walking along the white cobblestone road towards the downtown street, before turning the corner, the loud shouting of hawkers came from the bustling street.

The second time he came, Guan Shanyu was not as reserved and cautious as the first time. He still had some money in his pocket, so it was more than enough for him to order two cups of tea that were neither too cheap nor too expensive.

Although nearly half a year has passed, the layout of the teahouse has hardly changed since the first time I came. The trees in the lobby, which were originally covered with snow in winter, are now lush and full of vitality. The whole teahouse is filled with the rich aroma of tea, and the teahouse is as elegant and beautiful as its tea.

As usual, Guan Shanyu found a quiet spot in the hall and sat down. Chen Yier looked around curiously as if he was in the teahouse for the first time.

Guan Shanyu raised his teacup, gazing at the storyteller in the middle of the hall. He was the same man he had met when he and Yan Ruchen had come together. Like an NPC whose dialogue was triggered within a fixed plot, he tirelessly and repeatedly told the same story. Young ladies and young women sat in the audience, their cheeks in their hands, listening to his storytelling with curiosity.

Guan Shanyu came here to drink tea with a little thought of his own.

Although I was thinking about Yan Ruchen, I suddenly felt that he was a bit of a scumbag, so I came here to listen to how his story was changed in the mouths of others.

Commonly known as taking the opportunity to vent anger.

The storyteller's style was more typical than before, slamming the gavel on the table after every two sentences. Guan Shanyu was used to it, but Chen Yier was startled and frightened. He would look back at Guan Shanyu from time to time and whisper to him if he was sick.

Guan Shanyu listened with great interest, supporting his chin as he listened to the storyteller talking nonsense on the stage. He heard that this time he made the scene where Guan Shanyu and his friends questioned the elders in Yunze Realm even more exaggerated, such as how the elders knelt down and begged for mercy, and how Yan Ruchen was so brave that he challenged hundreds of immortal sects alone.

But compared to these, he wanted to hear something else.

"Speaking of hero Yan, he is a real man with a height of eight feet, a straight nose, a broad face and a square mouth, tattoos on his arms, a beard and round lips. Only a man like him would have the courage to challenge hundreds of immortal sects alone." It happened that the storyteller slammed the gavel and said what Guan Shanyu wanted to hear.

Guan Shanyu smiled when he heard this, and felt much more relieved.

Yan Ruchen didn't even have a portrait left, and most people had no idea what he looked like, but he didn't really care. He even didn't mind hearing that his appearance had been altered by a demon. But this seemingly casual person actually laid such an elaborate trap for himself.

But when the net was woven and was about to be completed, he chose to commit suicide.

It really felt like I had turned his heart and brain into a mess, and then I just walked away from it so easily.

In Guan Shanyu's original world, this kind of man is commonly known as a scumbag.

Guan Shanyu took a deep breath. Although he thought so in his mind, he still felt a lump in his throat. The storyteller became more and more excited, and the applause from the audience became louder and louder, but he just couldn't listen any longer.

I still want to see that person again, bring him out for a walk, and let the world know how good-looking he is.

Chen Yier didn't notice Guan Shanyu's subtle emotions as he lowered his head and remained silent. He simply found the storyteller's tale quite interesting. After listening attentively for a long time, he turned around and asked Guan Shanyu curiously, "Second Brother Guan, is he talking about our boss when he tells about the hero saving the world? But it doesn't sound like he's talking about us. Do you know who this bearded man he's talking about is?"

Guan Shanyu turned his head to look at the platform, chuckled, and said, "I don't know him. Let's finish eating and leave quickly. The sun is about to set."

"Sir! What does the little brother next to Hero Yan look like?"

Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out in the lobby, and a little girl raised her hand and asked curiously. Chen Yier didn't pay attention to Guan Shanyu's words, and muttered to himself: "This bearded little brother, I guess he has a beard too?"

Guan Shanyu shrugged helplessly, looked aside, and began to pack up to leave, while softly answering: "Green bean eyes, pointed nose and monkey cheeks."

"Oh, little girl, you asked the right question."

As Guan Shanyu finished speaking, a heavy knock of a wake-up stick against a tabletop echoed from the center of the hall. Then the storyteller's voice echoed throughout the square hall, describing him in a resounding voice: "This fellow named Guan, who is by the side of this hero Yan, is a very handsome man. It is said that he has eyes like dragons and phoenixes, eyebrows like sleeping silkworms, and bright eyes, his complexion is like a flower in the spring morning. He is a young man with eyes like bright stars and clear eyebrows. Women are attracted to him when they see him, and men are moved to pity him."

As soon as the words fell, the young ladies in the hall exclaimed in surprise, some blushing shyly as they asked, "Is he really that handsome?" After receiving the storyteller's affirmative response, they gathered together and cheered again.

Guan Shanyu stared blankly at the hall, his mouth slightly opened in disbelief.

Is this referring to him? Could it be that the plot has been changed and some new characters have been added?

Chen Yier turned around and asked Guan Shanyu in surprise: "Second Brother Guan, what a coincidence! Hero Yan has the same surname as our boss, and his companions have the same surname as you. If Hero Yan didn't look so rough, I would have thought he was talking about you two."

Guan Shanyu replied expressionlessly, "Probably not. He mentioned last time that the one with the surname Guan had green bean eyes."

"Sir, it's been changed a long time ago." At this time, a waiter happened to pass by with a fruit plate. He heard their conversation and stopped to explain, "Two handsome young men came for tea earlier. One of them came to our shopkeeper that night and said that the plot of our storyteller was not right, so he asked us to change it."

Chen Yier blinked curiously and asked, "Who is it?"

The waiter shook his head: "I don't know. He's wearing a black suit and is handsome, but he looks fierce, as if he's going to turn the teahouse upside down if we don't change. But the guy next to him is much better. He's also handsome and as good-looking as this guest." After saying that, he pointed at Guan Shanyu.

Chen Yier looked over at him and nodded quickly, saying, "Our Second Brother Guan is a famous handsome man in the surrounding area. The people in your story are definitely not as good-looking as our Second Brother Guan."

The waiter bowed and smiled apologetically, "Oh, your surname is Guan too, what a coincidence. Would you like to apply for a scented tea card in our shop? In the future, when you spend ten cents on tea, you will get free bayberry ice."

Guan Shanyu had been silent the entire time, and only then did he look up and ask the waiter, "What else did that man say to you besides changing his partner's appearance?"

The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, yes. They said they wanted to change the protagonist from Hero Yan to that young man named Guan. We were afraid of him, so we changed it that day. But everyone only knew Hero Yan, and changing it to the young man named Guan didn't go over well, so the master talked about changing it back after two days. Anyway, if this guy comes back to us later, we'll change it again."

Chen Yier burst out laughing and said, "I thought you were talking about a true story, but it turns out it's also fabricated."

The waiter clapped his hands and said, "Well, sirs, these things are three-tenths true and seven-tenths false. We tell you what you like to see, otherwise how can we get you to stay longer? Business is really bad these days. Gentlemen, are you really not going to apply for a card?"

Guan Shanyu stood up in a flash, slapped the table, and said, "We still have to hurry. We'll do it next time. Thank you."

Seeing this, Chen Yier quickly stood up, put the remaining melon seeds in his pocket, and then ran out after Guan Shanyu, shouting to the waiter as he ran: "Shopkeeper, the tea is good, but the melon seeds are a bit salty. Put less salt next time!"

The waiter nodded and bowed in response, "Okay, sir, take care!" After the two of them left, he sighed, wiped the table with the towel on his shoulder, and muttered quietly, "He said it was salty and took away all our sunflower seeds."

The carriage swayed as it climbed the mountain road. Guan Shanyu sat by the window, staring at the scenery outside in a daze.

It was already evening, and a few dark clouds obscured the setting sun, making the sky gray. Fortunately, it was midsummer, and the nights fell late, so even without the sun, the road was still bright.

Chen Yier was driving the carriage, humming an unknown song cheerfully. After singing a few songs, he seemed to be in the mood, so he sang louder and louder.

Guan Shanyu had been leaning against the car window, almost falling asleep, but was awakened by his singing. Seeing him singing with such enjoyment, he said with amusement, "One, Two, do all of you demons sing so beautifully?"

Hearing this, Chen Yier's singing stopped abruptly. Just as he was about to nod in response, he suddenly realized something. He turned back to look at Guan Shanyu in horror and asked in a trembling voice, "What... what demon clan?"

Guan Shanyu looked at him with a smile and said, "I won't expose you. Let's just chat here."

Chen Yier's expression instantly turned ugly. He unconsciously touched his face and asked nervously, "Have I...have I changed in some way?"

Guan Shanyu shook his head and said, "No, everything is normal. It just suddenly occurred to me, so I asked you. Ruchen is my friend, and his people are naturally my friends too."

Chen Yier nodded frantically and pleaded, "Brother Guan, I'm not a bad person. Please don't tell anyone."

Guan Shanyu nodded and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I'm just curious, do all the demons sing so beautifully?"

Chen Yier bit his lip, thought for a moment, and said shyly: "Our ancestors valued music theory, so they are good at singing and dancing."

Guan Shanyu said "Oh" and leaned against the car window, looking at the mountain road outside. He wondered if Yan Ruchen could sing? Could he dance too?

But thinking about his singing and dancing, Guan Shanyu suddenly felt something was wrong and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Seeing this, Chen Yier became even more panicked. After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Guan, how did you know I was a demon? Did others find out too?"

Guan Shanyu raised his eyes to look at him, thought for a moment, and said comfortingly: "Ruchen told me to take good care of you."

Chen Yier's expression softened instantly when he heard this, and he scratched his head in embarrassment. Guan Shanyu saw him relax, turned his head and smiled again.

Of course Yan Ruchen didn't tell him, it was mainly because he guessed it himself.

When he was writing the article before, he really couldn't think of the names of the supporting characters, so he came up with a lazy way.

For example, the names of the demons are all composed of numbers, such as one, two, one, nine, three, four...

You can name dozens of NPCs at once.

In the original novel, the demons disappeared but were not extinct. Some of them lingered in the dark mountains, while others hid in gloomy mass graves to avoid disaster. Yan Ruchen retrieved them one by one, bringing them back to their former demon territories and building their own homes with them, freeing them from the displaced life he had once endured.

After returning to the water ridge, Guan Shanyu quickly arranged for his disciples to reply to any immortal sects who came to request the return of their treasures: they would discuss the matter again after a year. After inspecting the barrier and teaching his disciples how to respond to inquiries from those who came down the mountain, he retreated to his own room.

At this moment, time has completely become a measuring tool for him. He just hopes that time will pass faster and faster.

But now there was nothing he could do to make time pass faster, so he could only sleep.

But this time he only slept until the next day, and someone knocked on the door again.

He had instructed his disciples not to knock on his door unless it was important. And because Yan Ruchen had previously told his disciples that Guan Shanyu's instructions were equally important, the disciples truly adhered to this instruction, only coming to him when they needed him.

So when he heard someone knocking on his door, Guan Shanyu got up immediately, but he was very confused as to why something happened again today after he had just returned yesterday.