After that terrifying thunderstorm had disappeared for a full half hour, the Bloodthirsty Storyteller finally dared to slowly climb down from the tree.
During this process, he was extremely cautious, fearing that with a turn of his head, the handsome Old Demon Duan would be standing behind him, smiling at him.
Just the thought of that scene was terrifying, wasn't it?
He couldn't help but his hair stand on end.
After all, Old Demon Duan's deathly smile had appeared in quite a few cases.
Only when he descended the tree did the silence around him remain, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
At this time, Xue finally dared to take a deep breath.
The weather was cold, and his soaked crotch was about to freeze.
Xue had been a storyteller for two and a half years and was a newly minted Bloodthirsty Storyteller.
