"Why did Qianlong Jiao cry blood? What did Mr. Su mean? If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation in the next chapter." The storyteller bowed and left the stage, coming to the backstage with a dissatisfied expression.
The backstage steward came up to him with a smile, "What's wrong, Mr. Yuan? Su Laosan is the successor of the Nagasawa Dynasty. His deeds are not attractive enough?"
"They are all of the same level. They don't want to listen to how heroic Su Laosan is. What they want to hear is his moves and temperament." Mr. Yuan flipped through a bunch of manuscripts about Su Laosan.
Praising the Lord, "Are all the manuscripts that have been received in the building recently related to those companies?"
"The heroes of Nanjiang and the heroes of Nagasawa have begun to compete in the arena. I think I bought a writer and submitted articles to the building to use us to build momentum and become famous." Mr. Du put his hands behind his back, was as thin as a bamboo pole, wore a robe, and his lips were
He has a beard that looks like a pedantic old scholar. He speaks slowly and shakes his head.
Mr. Yuan asked him, "Lao Du, it's your turn next time. What are you going to say?"
Mr. Du smiled slightly and said, "No need to worry."
Regular listeners all know that Mr. Yuan is talking about the Su San Gongzi series. The performance ended this morning and will not be continued until the afternoon. Some of them left the table.
When someone left in the hall, someone would come, and half of them were new faces. When the new faces saw the purple-robed monk in the front row surrounded by beauties, they sighed again.
There were also some monks who recognized the identity of the man in purple. They were surprised but hesitant and quickly went to ask for the VIP badge.
Shang Yu is here purely to kill time, and to hear about some noteworthy celebrities in the field. Unfortunately, the story told by the storyteller is too long. It takes half an hour to tell something that can be summarized in two or three sentences, and it is missing.
It must be of use to her, the more she regrets letting those two half-demon go.
Just as she was thinking about it, she paused slightly while holding the wine, and saw someone walking towards her.
There are many monks who like to wear white clothes, but their temperaments are different. The body wears white clothes, which is likened to the scenery of Jiyue. When the immortals are banished, the generals wear white clothes, but they still cannot conceal their murderous aura. However, in the monastic world, few people wear white clothes.
.....a sense of mourning.
Like a wandering catkin.
He looks like a young man, with delicate appearance and delicate body, which seems to be destroyed by a storm. "Dear guest Wan'an, I am the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Miao. I see you and the other singers retreating, so I came here to ask if there is any dissatisfaction."
, they are ignorant and will be punished by the next generation."
Shang Yu smiled and said, "It's okay. My colleagues are used to being single and can't stand people being too close. I'm sorry to bother the shopkeeper."
When Miao heard this reason for the first time, he scanned the fourteen people carefully. Although their expressions and manners were different, they all had the posture of a big horse and a golden sword, showing a generous spirit in their bones.
He bowed and said, "Then I won't disturb you all. I hope you all enjoy it."
Afterwards, he ordered the waiter to give everyone a plate of spiritual fruit.
Ying Jun said quietly, "Boss, we are all doing this for your own good. How can you, with your righteous heart, fall into the world of mortals? However, this shopkeeper does not look simple. He is as handsome as me."
"You can shut up." When Shang Yu raised his eyes, he saw two more people he knew, and his boring mood finally became a little more vivid.
At this time, Gongsun Mang and a monk in blue uniforms were silently confronting each other in front of a chair. Both of them wanted to get the VIP seat, and they also took a fancy to the seat next to Ji Chaoyue. However, their own cultivation did not allow them to compete for it, and they could only look at each other with their eyes.
There was a fight.
The monk in blue clothes frowned and said gently, "I am from the Yujia family, Yujia, who is my fellow Taoist?"
He thought that after telling his name, the man should retreat, but in fact, Gongsun Mang didn't think much about it, "My surname is Gongsun, my single name is Mang, fellow Taoist, and there is a seat next to me."
Yujia laughed angrily, "I appreciate your kindness."
He used his secret strength to push Gongsun Mang away and sat down directly.
Ji Chaoyue's attendant hurriedly came over and said, "Fellow Taoist, my Taoist master is not used to being close to others. The three seats here have been bought. Please go to the side."
"I'm sorry." Yujia's face froze. She stood up and saw that Gongsun Mang had already sat down in the seat next to him, and looked at him with a smile. A rage suddenly surged in his heart, and he reluctantly found an empty seat.
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Ji Chaoyue bought three seats. She sat in the middle, surrounded by a circle of beauties. Gongsun Mang was actually only one seat away from her.
The broad chair was very wide and could accommodate about three people. Gongsun Mang and a female cultivator sat together, seemingly very intimate.
This female cultivator is no longer the Long Shu from before, but a woman in pink clothes, with a somewhat quirky smile.
Gongsun Mang first smiled at her gratefully. She understood and exclaimed, "Brother, there are actually half-demon here. It's so scary. Didn't the restaurant we entered before secretly bully the half-demon in every possible way, forcing them to serve guests?
How can there be fun here..."
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a famous restaurant. It's impossible for such dirty things to happen."
...
They have no barriers, and if you are interested, you can listen to everything they say.
Shang Yu glanced at the group of half-demon beside Ji Chaoyue and saw many half-demon stiffened.
This Gongsun Mang has a good heart, but is a bit stupid.
She picked up a bunch of grape-like red berries and listened to him and the people around him sing and explain the miserable plight of the half-demon.
Xu Shi spoke so considerately that tears filled the eyes of one or two half-demon. This made Gongsun Mang, who had been paying attention to them, more sure of his guess and determined to seek justice for them.
Ji Chaoyue could hear what he said, but it was only for fun. However, the half-demon around her seemed to be affected, and even played the wrong tune, which choked her mood.
"Go and fetch him."
"yes."
Gongsun Mang was prepared, straightened his clothes and walked over. Before he could speak, Ji Chaoyue, who was leaning on the pillow, said, "Tell me your purpose."
There is no purpose, it's just that I'm out of my mind, and I insist on discussing this matter openly in this place.
Gongsun Mang had a big heart, but his intuition was extremely accurate. He did not hide it and replied obediently, "The half-demon is in a difficult situation. We are following the right path. We cannot sit idly by and do nothing. I don't ask you to intervene, but please allow me to tell them.
A few words."
Ji Chaoyue waved her hand, "Go aside."
The half-demon were panicked, how dare they displease the distinguished guest.
A cat demon hurriedly bowed and said to Gongsun Mang, "Guest, you are overly worried. The shopkeeper treats us very well and will not force us to do anything. We can only live with the help of the shopkeeper."
Gongsun Mang didn't believe it and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, the strong men are here and won't make things difficult for you."
He stared closely at one of the dog demons with a strange expression.
The dog demon waved his hands and said, "We have suffered bad things before, but after having the shopkeeper's protection, everything has been fine. The guests really misunderstood."
Gongsun Mang tried hard to distinguish the truth from falsehood in their words. In this regard, his intuition seemed to be difficult to use.