But not everyone is as rich as Murong An. Besides, it was not something Rong Yanran racked his mind to do. Who wouldn’t want to give money after plagiarism?

Rong Yanran started to make a smile, but she felt embarrassed to win money from the ancient poems. Moreover, fewer and fewer people participated, and the host's hosting level was really not satisfactory. She simply said to the host: "How about I'll do you for a while, and if you continue like this, the money will be gone soon." Half of it went into her pocket.

The host, the man actually cooperated and stepped aside.

Rong Yanran patted her palms loudly, cleared her throat and said, "Young masters, girls, good evening everyone!" The sudden loud voice attracted people's attention, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and it is also very lively. With such a beautiful scenery, how can you watch the moon alone or spend your dreams? Do you want to meet a talented friend through this activity, do you want to meet a like-minded confidant, do you want to meet a hero with great martial arts in your heart, do you want to think about your experience tonight and feel no regrets when you recall it in the future?"

Four sentences in a row or not, successfully mobilized the atmosphere of the people around them, and the number of onlookers gradually increased. "Here, as long as you have the courage and courage, you can find your confidant," she originally wanted to say about his wife, husband, or something, but she has not yet made it well, so she simply avoided it. "We look for the people you have been looking for by writing poetry, martial arts and ventriloquy. We don't have to spend a lot of money. Each person only needs three cents to make a significant bet. You can get it into your pocket, or lose to a talented poet, a hero with high martial arts skills or a folk genius."

Her affectionate narration made more and more people watch, and three cents were a small amount. It was a good deal to make friends through such activities or just have fun.

The expression on Murong An's face, which was as gentle as water, and his blurred eyes also had a focal distance. Looking at the quirky woman who motivated the atmosphere in just a few words not far away, a thought suddenly arose: to let her be by her side, whether it is to use open and honest methods or not like open and secret robbery, like to see her unexpected ideas again and again, and create infinite surprises for herself.

Rong Yanran slightly changed the rules of the game. All participants needed to pay three cents. She chose two people to PK. Because it was related to each person's interests and there was competition, everyone's enthusiasm continued to rise, and all participants began to wait in line.

Rong Yanran likes this feeling of hosting on stage, and secretly praises herself for being talented. She used to be a hosting person in college, because her seniors could see her dazzling appearance, but now, she is just simply enjoying adaptability and mobilizing the fun of the scene.

She turned her head and saw Murong An looking at her with a smile on her face. She also blinked at her mischievously and stuck out her tongue.

Murong An took advantage of the gap and handed her a glass of water: "Moisten the throat."

She picked it up and drank it all, and the big man handed over the cup. Murong An didn't say anything, took it and continued to hold it, preparing to refill her water when she was thirsty for a while.
Chapter completed!