Hong Jiuling showed a look of disbelief.
In front of him now was a group of little kids.
Now, they were sitting neatly there, looking at him expectantly.
Xiao Heng said, "Nanxuan Country has been in turmoil for a decade, and under long-term pressure, these children have been very tense and still bear some aftereffects. Previously, Little Fox used illusion magic to tell stories, which the children quite enjoyed. Now it's your turn."
Hong Jiuling looked at these children, feeling rather unwell.
He was about to refuse.
Xiao Heng glanced at him: "You keep saying Little Fox is useless. Even a useless person can do it, surely you can too?"
Hong Jiuling sneered: "It's just a trivial skill."
Xiao Heng nodded in satisfaction.
Hong Jiuling soon regretted agreeing so quickly.
This was a group of children...
A group that's the hardest to control...
At first, they could sit quietly and watch the magic.
Very soon, a hundred thousand whys began.
