Xiaoshou Bowed

No, no, no... It can't be? !

When he saw the person in front of him clearly, Xu Xiaoshou's face bulged as if he was constipated, full of discomfort.

"The Heavens want me dead?"

If the person in front of him wasn't the Storyteller and Luo Leilei, who else could it be?

But why were these two guys here?

Shouldn't the Storyteller strictly abide by the words of the so-called second son of the Saint Servant and help him guard the group of Red-robed in the Lijian Grassland?

"Now, they have appeared?"

Screw his Grandpa!

How can I, Xu Xiaoshou, live with this?

Is he crazy? Why is everyone targeting me?

Xu Xiaoshou cursed in his heart. He could feel the deep malice of this world towards him.

In the front, it was like a wolf watching the Night Guardian, and in the back, it was like a tiger reading a book.