Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Feeling that Tang Mo had surprisingly acquired this skill passively, the First Under Heaven storyteller immediately stopped and, looking in Tang Mo's direction, nodded in appreciation.


Having drained the complimentary watered wine from the tavern, he wiped the drops from his beard and said to everyone with a cupped fist, "That will be all for today, please, brother, follow me."


Tang Mo, of course, knew whom the other party was referring to, so he quickly caught up, and the two found a place to drink and be merry, discussing various storytelling techniques and gradually becoming friends despite the difference in their ages.


As the First Under Heaven storyteller had read extensively and possessed countless books at home, Tang Mo temporarily stayed there, responsible only for cleaning the room each day and buying some food, which allowed him to read to his heart's content.


Chapter 138: My Lords, I Love War (Three More)_2