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Chapter 387: Novel Chapter

He spends the whole day fantasizing about his own love by reading love stories instead of practicing well.

In other words, her current cultivation level is not enough for her to maintain her human form with ease, otherwise she would have run away to who knows where.

The oldest tree grandfather in the mountain said that Xianxian would not turn back until he hit the wall. Sooner or later, he would have to suffer at the hands of mortals before he would understand.

But not everyone will have the chance to turn back after hitting the wall. Some people die after hitting it.

Because of the precedents of many monsters, although the little monsters in the mountains are curious about the human world, they are warned by their parents not to be overly greedy.

Xianxian is different. She has no father or mother, and no one tells her these things.

Xianxian listened to the gossips of the people around her. Although she was a little unhappy, she didn't take it to heart. She was very confident that her words would be liked by them.

As long as she lets them watch it, they will absolutely fall in love with this beautiful love story.

Yes.

Xianxian thinks this is a love story.

Although she didn't fully understand what the strategy meant, from the system and the heroine's words, she could understand that it meant to make the hero fall in love with her.

Isn't this a beautiful love story?

But the beginning was not very good, because the heroine beat up the hero.

However, Xianxian believes that this is just the beginning and the process will definitely be very beautiful.

Moreover, the system said that although the heroine hit and scolded the hero, these were her unique ways of expressing love. The heroine was just shy and actually loved the hero.

A figure suddenly flew over the sky, and then the books on the ground were quickly snatched away, and a voice of "Wuhu" was heard in the air.

"Let this Monkey King see what you, little vixen, have brought back again."

A monkey hung upside down on a tree, snatched Xianxian's scripture and opened it.

"Hmm...oh, so that's how it is. Let's go, everyone. It's another boring book about a witch and a scholar."

After hearing what the monkey said, the other monsters also planned to leave.

Xianxian hurriedly stopped him and said, "This time the storybook is not about the witch and the scholar. Old monkey, you can't read at all. Bring it here!"

The monkey made a disdainful sound and threw it to Xianxian. It swung half a circle in the air and returned to the branch.

It said: "Even if it's not about the witch and the scholar, it's still boring. The stories you bring back from the human world are always the same in different ways."

"My ears are callused from listening to it so much."

Indeed, when Xianxian first brought back stories from the human world, the spirits in the mountains were very curious and sat in rows to listen.

But after she brought back stories from the human world so many times, they were no longer new.

The stories in the human world are all similar. They are either about the love, hate, and emotions of the gods in heaven, or about the love, hate, and emotions of mortals and goblins. The stories are mostly the same, and the routines are the same.

Xianxian snorted and said, "This time it's different. This time it will definitely surprise you. This story is the first time I've seen it. It's completely different from what I told you before."

She spoke with such confidence that other fairies also began to stay out of curiosity.

The monkey propped up his chin and said, "I, the Monkey King, want to see how special it is. If it's not special enough, you have to give me food for a hundred years."

Xianxian was not to be outdone and said, "If it's special enough, you can send me food for a hundred years."

The monkey didn't care at all. Anyway, it didn't agree. So what if it lost? It wouldn't give it away.

Except for the immortals, most of the monsters in the mountains are illiterate.

Xianxian opened the storybook and started reading from the title.

As soon as the title of this book came out, many monsters began to have doubts in their hearts.

How can a good-for-nothing cultivate immortality, how can he switch to the ruthless path, and finally successfully ascend to heaven?

Although they are goblins, they are not completely ignorant of the affairs of immortal cultivators.

Ruthless way.

No one has been able to successfully ascend to that level in thousands of years.

It is a popular major, but the graduation rate is dismal.

I have to say that writing is also a process of grasping people's hearts.

With just a few words, all the fairies present were hooked and their ears perked up, wanting to hear what kind of story could be worthy of such a name.

It was not the first time that Xianxian told them stories. She was good at telling stories. Although she could not interpret the stories as well as some storytellers, she could also tell them in a rhythmic way.

A group of little animals sat in a row, listening more attentively than when they first heard the human story.

There were even quite a few who joined later.

When Xianxian finished the last word, she said with some disappointment: "Ah, to be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please wait for the next chapter."

Many fairies were fed up and asked why she didn't continue telling the story. They had plenty of time to listen to her finish the story.

Xianxian explained that the author had not finished writing yet, and the bunch of goblins rolled on the ground in regret.

The rabbit grabbed its ears and screamed, "Why stop here? Did the author of this story do it on purpose!!!"

The monkey wandered over to Xianxian and asked, "Where did you buy this storybook?"

Xianxian obviously didn't forget the bet, and said, "Is this book special enough? Do you have to give me food for a hundred years?"

The monkey said with a playful smile: "I didn't agree to bet with you, so I won't give it to you."

Xianxian said: "Then I won't tell you where I bought it. If you come to listen tomorrow, I will use the new magic I learned to keep you out. You can go to the mortal world to learn writing by yourself."

The monkey's smile gradually disappeared: "... Am I the kind of person who is willing to gamble and never admit defeat? Bring me along, I promise to bring you along for a hundred years."

"Run, run! Everyone, run! A group of immortal cultivators have entered the mountain!"

A wild boar rampaged through the forest.

This mountain is called Qingyun Mountain. With so many monsters born here, the resources here are naturally abundant.

From time to time, some sects would bring their disciples down the mountain for training.

It’s not to say that all cultivators kill demons when they see them, but some people do.

In the past, when immortal cultivators went into the mountains and plundered spiritual plants, they would also kill some spirits with higher cultivation levels and take their elixirs. Some spirits were treasures from head to toe and inside out, and they would be squeezed dry of all the valuable things.

Of course, these minions can't afford to offend them and can be killed at any time, so they can only hide.

Xianxian quickly ran away with the storybook in her mouth. She didn't know which sect the disciples came from, and they made a huge commotion. She was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of a talisman.

The book also fell to the ground.

Just as she was about to pick up the book, the monkey grabbed it and jumped onto a branch.

"You were still thinking about that damn book while you were running for your life."

"Go back to the mortal world and buy another one."

The big fuss happened because two teams that didn't get along well with each other collided and had some conflict.

"We are all from Lingxiao Sect, why make such a scene? When we return, our master will definitely punish us."

"They have provoked us, so why should we endure it? We were here first, why should we give way to them?"