"Tell about the past between you and your brother Wen Chaohua."
While speaking, Wen Xishu began to conceive his second story.
Tang Rui’s strength should be the strongest among this group of people he knows, and her storytelling is the strongest.
But Wen Chaohua is actually difficult to define in terms of strength.
Wen Chaohua’s strength is lower than Xun Hui on the Celestial Ladder List, but he is the strongest in the Deceit Tower.
Wen Xishu is also unsure of how strong Wen Chaohua truly is.
But Wen Chaohua left behind the Maddening Dice, which currently seems to Wen Xishu to be a divine-grade item, surpassing the Scorpio Knife.
He can’t possibly be a god-level, right?
So Wen Xishu was still weighing how to judge Wen Chaohua’s strength.
At this mont, the "fool" started to cooperate.
As long as he could find his brother, he would be willing to cooperate with Wen Xishu.
Actually, Wen Xishu also cared about one thing—
If there really is another soul within him, what does the "fool" think of him?
Does he bear hatred?
After all, he occupied his body, but in a sense, he also saved his life, right?
"I bullied my brother," said another voice from within.
"Continue," Wen Xishu ignored the story from Mr. Lecturer.
This person, like himself, has thoroughly grasped the rules and would definitely progress to the third round.
"I often said I wasn’t feeling well, but I wanted to go out and play... Brother would carry out to play."
"Actually... not everyone bullied , so just cursed at , but I hated them in my heart... I would say they hit ."
Good boy, not very smart, but could embellish?
"Brother would get very angry, then beat them up too. He beat them really hard."
Wen Xishu seed to hear a certain joy from the fool Wen Xishu’s heart.
As he grew older...
The fool Wen Xishu actually realized that his behavior at the ti was wrong, although they bullied him first, he shouldn’t have exaggerated.
But recalling his brother’s unreserved trust, whatever he said, his brother would believe...
This feeling still made the fool very happy.
Wen Xishu then thought, maybe your brother knew you were lying?
In the depths of their consciousness, any thought would turn into words, and Wen Xishu wasn’t used to this kind of communication.
So in the next mont, the fool suddenly felt sad. Because he saw this sentence in Wen Xishu’s heart.
Yes, brother is so smart, he might know I was lying?
But knowing didn’t matter, those who bullied his little brother deserved a beating.
So things are realized later, and at this mont, Wen Xishu felt a surge of guilt and longing...
Wen Xishu couldn’t yet dispel these emotions.
"I... I miss him so much, Wen Xishu, I want to see my brother..."
That voice called his na for the first ti, right?
Does that count as recognition of him?
As if facing a poor fool, Wen Xishu also wanted to help this fool.
But the fool’s mories truly didn’t count as committing evil deeds.
There must be so bullying against Wen Chaohua, with Wen Chaohua as the victim of the evil deed...
Only then could Wen Chaohua be summoned.
Wen Xishu thought:
"Isn’t there anything worse?"
At that mont, Mr. Lecturer had finished his story, with an anticipation score of 145.
Not high, but not low.
Among the next six people, as long as one person scores lower than 145—Mr. Lecturer would win.
"145 is indeed not low, but it’s still a bit short compared to . I’ve fully grasped this group of audience," Snake-tongued Woman laughed.
This world is vulgar, the higher the class, the more vulgar. Vulgar things are considered unrated only because people won’t put them on the table.
But once placed on the table, as entertainnt recognized and allowed by the masses, it would definitely crush other forms of entertainnt.
Snake-tongued Woman was very confident.
So she started her second story.
This ti, the gimmick compared to the previous story was actually weaker.
But as Snake-tongued Woman narrated, she had put on twin ponytails and changed into white over-the-knee socks...
The comnts were shouting enthusiastically.
But the anticipation score...
Was not high.
points.
Snake-tongued Woman was shocked, why is it so low? How could it be a whole hundred points lower than the previous round?
She couldn’t understand, but fortunately, the story hadn’t ended, she began desperately recalling details.
Various indecent details, sounds, actions, she started to supplent them, at this mont, if she could move, she would have torn off her clothes directly to gain anticipation scores...
But she suddenly rembered.
She suddenly rembered that many guests were like this.
They would be enthusiastic, enthusiastic enough to make her believe she could capture them forever.
But once that matter ended, their enthusiasm... would cool rapidly.
Recalling this detail... the charm on Snake-tongued Woman’s face stiffened.
"No way... no way... is it really so brief? I need more! More anticipation scores!"
This inner desire even made her face sowhat ferocious, and her storytelling tone changed.
Mr. Lecturer couldn’t help but taunt internally:
"Lust is like this, fleeting."
"Testosterone levels rapidly soar, desire flas ignite, at that mont, indeed people feel very happy, but it’s only because at that mont, the brain shuts down the prefrontal cortex responsible for reasoning and self-control."
"But as everything ends, the body imdiately releases prolactin, which inhibits the secretion of testosterone, and the brain resus rationality."
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