"How can there be such a weirdo in the world?" As Xu Xiaoshou watched the Storyteller and Lei Shuangxing leave, he dug his ears that had just been washed while he wondered in his heart where on earth could a person like the Storyteller be raised.
The Saint Servants was full of weirdos, and the Storyteller was the weirdest among the weirdos.
As he was thinking as such, he heard footsteps coming.
Obviously, everyone had returned.
"Xu Xiaoshou!" As soon as Mu Zixi entered the building, she pounced over energetically.
She had been following that fake "Young Master Xu" all day outside, and that person seldom spoke more than two words, which made her feel suffocated.
The moment Mu Zixi came to the front of Xu Xiaoshou, her nose twitched, and her gaze became suspicious.
"Xu Xiaoshou, where did you go to fool around?!" Mu Zixi raised her eyebrows and questioned.
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
