No, no... no way?!
When Xu Xiaoshou saw who stood before him, his cheeks puffed out as if he were constipated, his face written all over with misery.
Heaven wants me dead?
Who else could the people before him be, if not Storyteller and Luo Leilei?
But why were these two here?
Wasn't Storyteller supposed to be strictly following the words of that so-called Second Saint Slave, helping him keep watch over that bunch of Red Robes at Sword-Severing Prairie?
"And now, they've shown up?"
To hell with this!
How was Xu Xiaoshou supposed to survive now? Was everyone sick? Why was everyone targeting him? Xu Xiaoshou cursed inwardly. He could feel the deep malice this world held toward him.
Shouye prowled before him like a wolf, while Storyteller lurked behind him like a tiger.
Even if he made it through this trial, would he still have to endure eighty-one tribulations minus two before he could escape White Cavern safely?
"Heh heh, heh..."
Xu Xiaoshou gave two dry laughs, then suddenly sensed something was wrong and switched to, "Heh heh heh."
"This old man..."
Before he could finish, Storyteller cut him off with a face full of spring breeze. "Little brother, have you forgotten? You're not disguised right now~"
Xu Xiaoshou's smile froze on the spot.
That's right!
Damn it, why had he turned off Transformation just now?
Why?!
"No need to blame yourself."
Storyteller pinched his orchid fingers together and gently stroked his chest. "This suspicion wasn't something I noticed. It was all little sister's doing."
He pointed his orchid fingers to the side, and Xu Xiaoshou's gaze followed them to the girl beside him.
"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Luo Leilei looked as though she were examining a monster, her eyes filled with amazement. "Long time, no see?"
"Cough, cough."
Xu