"After the child was born, he got scared of seeing this child, so he ran off to the East Sea to fish."
"And he was gone for over a dozen years."
"Hardly ever asked about anything."
The old man beside the fisherman twitched in the cheeks, flipped the old turtle over with a backhand, used it as a shield in front, then clenched his buttocks and scooted sideways for several zhang in one burst, as if sparks were about to shoot from his rear.
He looked at the storyteller over there with his tongue flapping, then at the fisherman with his head lowered and black aura billowing above his crown, then looked again at the storyteller over there.
The white-haired old man and the old Mystic Turtle both sucked in a cold breath together.
Tu Shengyuan, you're dead meat!
If you want to die, don't splatter my clothes with blood.
