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Chapter 117: 117 Drunk Heart Restaurant Storytelling Part 1

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Chapter 117:117 Enchanting Restaurant Storytelling 1

However, when she faced a group of beggars, she was completely powerless, without even the slightest bit of strength. Her eyes were filled with death and despair. However, she was so unwilling to do so. From that man-eating man

After coming out of the aristocratic family, what she wanted was to usher in a bright new life, not to be touched by these dirty beggars.

At that moment, the words Tianli said before leaving were heard in her mind for no reason, "Whoever wants to trouble you in the future, I will be their biggest trouble in this life." At that moment, her eyes burst out with the words full of Ling Lie.

She didn't believe in her hatred, she didn't believe in reviving her life and dying here like this. She didn't believe it, she didn't believe it...

After finishing speaking, Puwei stood up and walked under the maple tree. As he turned slightly, his black brocade clothes were slightly raised, as if he had come from the endless hell to collect his previous debts.

Leaning under the maple tree, a few strands of hair started to stir. Pampas grass said lightly: "The debt they owe me has not been fully recovered yet. Let's think about it later!" After saying that, he jumped up and landed.

She entered between the leaves of the maple tree. She stepped lightly on a few branches and found her exclusive spot. She yawned slowly and lay down.

It is a branch stretched out by a maple tree, woven into a net with ropes, enough for a person to lie completely on it without falling off. This is a habit that Pampas grass has formed over the past ten years. She usually takes a nap.

Like to stay above the maple trees.

Mo glanced at the maple tree in disappointment and sighed in his heart. When he turned around, the pampas grass on the maple tree squinted his eyes slightly and moved his lips twice, "From now on, I will pay close attention to the situation inside and outside the Shangguan Mansion until they

Don’t forget to invite someone to come!”

"Yes, Master!" Mo Shen responded and slowly retreated.

Puwei lay on his back on the tree, opened his slightly narrowed eyes, and looked at the spots of light emitted by the sun in the sky through the gaps in the maple leaves. He pursed his lips, ten years later, and the time has come to fulfill his promise.

He turned his body sideways and slowly closed his eyes again. The dark hair fell down and was blown away by the wind. In an instant, it formed flowers again. With a flash of dark red light, the hair once again formed flowers. The wind

It was still blowing, but it never let the flower-formed hair spread out.

At this moment, in Yicheng, there are sparse forests, mist, flowing water and small boats. As spring enters the bustling city, there is green vitality everywhere.

The green hills are rolling, the floating clouds are floating, and Yicheng is filled with the fragrance of flowers. In the middle of the most prosperous street in Yicheng, every warrior or doctor who comes to Yicheng or ordinary people doing business will go to a must-go place, that is

It's "Zuixin Restaurant".

The aged daughter's red, the spicy roasted knives, the sad bamboo leaf green...the world-famous wines make everyone who comes to Zuixin Restaurant unforgettable and sigh in admiration.

Not only can you taste the best wine here, you can also get the news you want, and you can also chat with each other about interesting gossip about warriors and doctors.

On the other hand, Zuixin Restaurant is also a mixed place. There are countless cases where some people were killed by warriors or doctors for unknown reasons because of their drunken remarks.

And when a square table was set up in the restaurant, the storyteller made a "pop-" sound, and the sound of the gavel hitting the table was heard, and the bustling restaurant fell silent for an instant.

I saw an old man with a boyish face and white hair, holding a folding fan in his hand, with rosy cheeks, squinting his eyes and looking at the people under the stage. The gavel echoed to his tune, and cheers came from time to time.


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