Chapter 1024: The King Fights (4)

"Why is Qianlong Jiao crying blood, what does Su Sangongzi mean, I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition. The storyteller bent down and walked backstage with an unsatisfactory expression.

The backstage steward greeted him with a smile, "What's wrong Mr. Yuan, Su Laosan is the successor of the Changze Dynasty, and his deeds are not attractive enough?"

"It's all a bunch of people of the same level, high-level, they don't want to listen to how heroic Su Laosan is, what they want to listen to is his moves and temperament. Mr. Yuan flipped through a bunch of manuscripts about Su Laosan, all of which were mainly praised, "The manuscripts recently received in the building, are they all related to those ones?"

"The heroes of Nanjiang and Changze began to fight in the ring, and they probably bought writers and submitted articles to the building, wanting to use us to build a reputation for themselves. Mr. Du carried his hands behind his back, thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a robe, and two beards on his lips, like a pedantic old pedant, and he spoke slowly, shaking his head.

Mr. Yuan asked him, "Lao Du, it's your turn for the next show, what are you going to talk about?"

Mr. Du smiled slightly, "No hurry, no hurry." ”

Frequent listeners know that Mr. Yuan is talking about the Su Sangongzi series, which is finished this morning, and can only be continued in the afternoon, and some of them left the table.

Someone in the hall went, someone came, and half of them had new faces. The new faces looked at the purple-clothed monk in the front row surrounded by beauties, and they sighed for a while.

There are also some monks who recognize the origin of the purple-clothed man, surprised and hesitant, and have already gone to ask for a VIP card.

Shang Yu is purely here to pass the time, by the way, to hear what are the noteworthy realm people, but unfortunately the story told by the storyteller is too long, and two or three sentences can summarize the things that can be told in half an hour, and it may not be useful to her, and she regrets letting the two half-demons go more and more.

Just as she was thinking, her hand holding the wine paused slightly, and she saw a person 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 known as the scenery of the moon, the immortals are alive, the generals wear white clothes, and they still can't hide the killing spirit, but in the monastic world, few people wear white clothes..... Mourning dress.

Like a wandering catkins.

He looks like a young man, with a delicate appearance and a slender posture, as if a wind and rain can be destroyed, "Venerable guest Wan'an, the shopkeeper in the lower restaurant, Miao, seeing that you have retreated, I came to ask, is there any dissatisfaction, they are not sensible, and they will accuse in the next generation." ”

Shang Yu smiled, "It's okay, my comrades, are used to living a single life, and I can't stand someone getting too close, so I'm really embarrassed to run the shopkeeper." ”

The first time he heard this reason, he swept the fourteen people carefully, although their expressions and manners were different, they were all sitting in the posture of a big horse golden sword, and their bones were full of bold style.

He bowed, "Then I won't bother you here, I hope you have fun." ”

Later, he ordered the attendant to give each of them a plate of spirit fruits.

Ying Jun said quietly, "Boss, we are all for your good, how can you fall into the red dust with a righteous heart, but this shopkeeper doesn't look simple, and the handsomeness is as good as mine." ”

"You can shut me up. When Shang Yu raised his eyes, he saw two more people he knew, and his boring mood was finally a little lively.

At this time, Gongsun Mang and a blue-clothed monk silently confronted each other in front of a chair, these two people both wanted VIP seats, and they also took a fancy to the position next to Ji Chaoyue, but their own cultivation did not allow them to compete, so they only fought with their eyes.

The blue-robed monk frowned darkly, and said gently, "I'm a pregnant family, pregnant Jia, who is a fellow Daoist?"

He thought that if he reported his name, this person should retire, but in fact, Gongsun Mang didn't think much about it, "The surname Gongsun, the single name Mang, the Taoist friend, there is a seat next to him." ”

Pregnant Jia smiled angrily, "I understand the kindness of Taoist friends." ”

He used his dark strength to push Gongsun Mang away and sat down directly.

Ji Chaoyue's attendant hurriedly walked over, "This fellow Daoist, my family leader is not used to approaching people, the three seats here have been bought, please go to the side." ”

"It's rude. Pregnant Jia's face froze, and when she stood up, she saw that Gongsun Mang had already sat down in the seat next to her, and glanced at herself with a smile, and a wave of anger suddenly surged in her heart, and she barely found an empty seat.

Ji Chaoyue bought three seats, she sat in the middle, surrounded by a circle of beauties, and Gongsun Mang was actually separated from her by a seat.

The broad chair was very wide, and there were about three people sitting together, and Gongsun Mang sat with a female cultivator, seemingly very intimate.

This female cultivator is not the previous Long Shu, but a woman in pink, and her smile is a little weird.

Gongsun Mang smiled at her gratefully at first, she understood and exclaimed, "Senior brother, there are half-demons here, it's so terrifying, isn't the restaurant we entered before secretly bullying the half-demons in every way, forcing them to entertain the guests, how can there be ..... here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a famous restaurant, and it can't be that kind of dirty thing. ”

......

They don't have barriers, and if they have the heart, they can listen to the whole content of what they say.

Shang Yu glanced at the group of half-demons beside Ji Chaoyue, and saw that many of the half-demons froze.

This Gongsun Mang, his heart is okay, but he is a little stupid.

She picked up a bunch of grape-like red pearl fruits, and listened to him and the people around her sing and talk about the miserable situation of the half-demon.

Xu is talking too intimately, and there were tears in the eyes of one or two half-demons, which 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 funny, but the half-demons around her seemed to have been affected by her mood, and the tone of the play was wrong, which infarcted her mood.

"Go and call him. ”

"Yes. ”

Gongsun Mang was prepared, walked over with his clothes neat, and without waiting for him to speak, Ji Chaoyue, who was leaning on the high pillow, said, "Tell me your purpose." ”

There is no purpose, but the brain is pumped, and he has to openly discuss this matter in this place.

Gongsun Mang's heart was big, but his intuition was very accurate, he didn't hide it, and replied obediently, "The half-demon is in a difficult situation, we are doing the right way, we can't sit idly by, don't ask Daoyou to interfere, but please let me say a few words to them." ”

Ji Chaoyue waved his hand, "Let's go to the side." ”

The half-demons panicked, how dare they make the honored guest unhappy.

A cat demon hurriedly bowed, and then said to Gongsun Mang, "This guest, you are too worried, the shopkeeper treats us very well, and will not force us to do anything, we rely on the shopkeeper's relief to settle down." ”

Gongsun Mang didn't believe it very much, and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, all the strong people are here, and they won't embarrass you." ”

He stared at one of the dogs with a strange look.

The dog demon waved his hand and said, "We have suffered bad things before, but with the protection of the shopkeeper, everything is already fine, and the guests really misunderstood." ”

Gongsun Mang struggled to discern the truth of their words, and in this regard, his instincts did not seem to work.