I, the tomb robbing storyteller, exposed the old nine gates at the beginning

“The February red thing, let’s wait until we open the three doors, and then talk in detail, here is not a detailed table.”

“You all need to know that Lady February Red has a bad disease.”

“February Red tried her best to save the treatment, but she couldn’t leave her wife’s life.”

Hearing this, Yin Nanfeng sighed.

February Hong and his wife and the things that happened to him, but anyone who heard about it would feel sorry.

Zhang Yueshan’s expression was a little awkward.

This paragraph is the main reason for the gap between Zhang Dafoye and February Hong.

The death of the servant can be said to have the responsibility of Zhang Dafoye.

Although February Hong has been relieved later, this past was suddenly mentioned, which still made Zhang Yueshan feel uncomfortable.

Yin Nanfeng saw the situation and continued, “How long has it been since the death of Buddha and Second Master Duxian, and they have both reconciled, but you feel awkward.” ”

Zhang Yueshan didn’t speak, but Yin Nanfeng knew what he was thinking.

The tone was slightly teasing: “Do you feel nervous?” ”

Zhang Yueshan frowned and did not admit it: “He said Chen Piasi, what am I nervous about?” ”

Yin Nanfeng smiled and said indifferently, “You are nervous, because you are afraid that this Mr. Storyteller will tell the grudge between Master Zhang Da Buddha and the Second Master.” ”

“Let the world know that the second master’s wife died because Zhang Dafo saw death and could not be saved!”

Hearing Yin Nanfeng say so bluntly, Zhang Yueshan did not refute it.

Having lived so long, he is also trying to fit into the world.

Now that the network is developed, everyone can speak.

When Zhang Lin just started to talk about books, Zhang Yueshan actually didn’t pay much attention to it.

But as soon as the story of the black-backed old sixth came out, Zhang Lin’s storytelling directly swept the whole network.

Everyone is talking about the old nine doors, and everyone wants to see what kind of character the upper three doors are!

Before that, Zhang Da Foye was the god in Zhang Yueshan’s heart.

But now, seeing the black-backed old six red into such a way, the whole network is discussing and judging him.

Zhang Yueshan was suddenly a little afraid, he was afraid that Buddha Ye would be discussed by the whole network because of certain things!

Buddha did not save the lady of February Hong, there is bitterness!

It’s just that this pain, I don’t know if I can get the understanding of the world?

Seeing Zhang Yueshan’s entanglement, Yin Nanfeng laughed a little.

Then he said, “You really like to worry about unnecessary things.” ”

“My Crescent Moon Hotel Yin family doesn’t look at your old nine doors at all.”

“The only one who can be accepted by the Yin family is Zhang Dafoye!”

“When the Buddha was there, he was a true hero and informal.”

“How did you get here, but the little family got angry?”

“If Buddha and his wife, my aunt Yin Xinyue, are still alive, do you think they care what other people think?”

“Everyone comes to listen to the story, but do you know that every word and every word is the life of the person in the story, the real experience?”

“No one can point fingers at the people because they’re just spectators!”

I have to say that the women of the Yin family are very unusual.

Yin Xinyue was like this back then, and so is Yin Nanfeng now.

Independent in thought, beautiful in appearance, the woman of the Yin family is by no means a vase-like existence!

After Yin Nanfeng finished speaking, he said, “This Mr. Storyteller, I like it a lot.” ”

“The temple in Sanqingyuan is too small, and I am going to invite him to the Crescent Hotel to talk about books!”

This made Zhang Yueshan a little surprised.

Although the Crescent Hotel is old-fashioned and has also opened a stage, it only invites famous characters to sing.

Crescent Hotel has a special customer group, and each one is either rich or expensive.

Older people make up a large portion of these people.

Whether it is the head of the family or the big man in the cultural and entertainment circles in the capital, he still retains his old hobbies and likes to drink tea and listen to the drama.

People who can have a private room at the New Moon Hotel all year round like this sense of purity.

Because Crescent Hotel is a membership, it needs to be referred to join the club.

The people who can enter here are not ordinary!

The strength and financial strength of the Crescent Hotel is still a mystery.

Even Zhang Yueshan didn’t know how rich the Crescent Moon Hotel really was!

As the head of the Crescent Hotel generation, Yin Nanfeng has a high natural vision.

But now she wants to invite Zhang Lin to the Crescent Hotel to talk about books, which shows how attractive what Zhang Lin said is to Yin Nanfeng!

Zhang Yueshan was now also staying at the Crescent Moon Hotel, and when he saw the situation, he could only say, “You can think about it.” ”

“This Mr. Storyteller is by no means an ordinary person, but don’t go to the end, please God easy to send God difficult.”

Yin Nanfeng giggled.

“The door of my Crescent Hotel is standing there, and if anyone who doesn’t have long eyes wants to challenge, he can try it.”

Zhang Yueshan knew that Yin Nanfeng had the courage to say this.

The old nine gates are now scattered, and only the Crescent Hotel is prosperous!

The discussion between the two did not affect Zhang Lin’s storytelling.

At this time, I listened to him: “The four massacres in Changsha City in those years are still deeply rooted in everyone’s heart. ”

“February Hong’s wife died of a vicious disease, but Chen Pi Ah Si put the reason for the death of the servant on the medicine merchant who refused to sell medicine to February Red and the vendor of Nanhe Beach.”

“In just one week, the four drug dealers in Lao Changsha, a total of one hundred and twenty people, were all separated.”

“And Nanhe Beach, on the night of heavy rain, when the girl is dying, February Hong wants to eat the last bowl of noodle soup with the girl.”

“The vendors looked at the crazy February red, feared in their hearts, and drove away.”

“Half a year later, also on a rainy night, the vendors in the South River Beach were killed all the way, and the blood rushed into the river, turning the river embankment red!”

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