"Little Wen Ming, what will you do..."
The Storyteller's eyes were filled with anticipation and love.
Xu Xiaoshou's battle record was too brilliant.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, in the ancient book's space, he had indeed been fooled from beginning to end.
Now that he thought about it, the Atoryteller actually felt ashamed.
But at his level, his priorities were very clear.
He could deceive everyone in the ancient book's space with a mere Xiantian realm.
The storyteller knew how much potential Xu Xiaoshou had.
He knew more than anyone else how important he was!
In the entire continent, there were very few people who didn't dare to fight with him.
But under such circumstances, Xu Xiaoshou was still able to do so..
It had to be said that at this moment, the reason why he could suppress the shame in his heart and the desire to attack in anger was because of the Atoryteller's soul, his desire for outstanding young men, and his love for talent.
"Wen Ming..."
