As the saying goes, if you want to lose money and make money, someone has to come.

Qian Sanye saw that the visitors were fascinated by what he heard, and he was also happy in his heart, he took out the strength to boil the eagle, and he didn't even bother to drink a few sips of tea, and the "Ancient Village Desert" written by Song Siyuan was colorful.

This fresh and shocking proverb leads the audience to shout when it comes to happiness.

When it comes to tension, the spectators don't even dare to come out.

mentioned the tragic situation of the people in the witch coffin, the hall was full of tears, and then talked about the atrocities of the bandits, and everyone couldn't help but scold Tang Dianrong for being a bastard!

It wasn't until I heard that they couldn't live because of their own sins that I was a little relieved and resentful!

"Tang Dianrong never thought that their wolf ambition was to slaughter the village and exterminate the species, thinking that the gods did not know the ghosts, but they never thought that the people were easy to abuse and the heavens were difficult to deceive, his monstrous killing was clearly seen by God, and when the people of the witch coffin died, he was also trapped in the living hell, and after that, he was not allowed to leave the witch coffin town for many years, as for the future?"

When Qian Sanye said this, he snapped and knocked on the shocking wood, and said in a frustrated voice:

"I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown~"

After the folding, the hall was silent, and the spectators seemed to have not recovered from the story, and no one dared to speak out.

"Okay!"

Then, a shout came from the lower hall, like the chirping of weeds and frogs in autumn, whining and rippling, and the sound of cheers, clapping, and knocking on the table was endless.

This is not the end, famous mouths tell stories, and it is indispensable to reward lottery heads.

I don't know who started it, and the window of the upper hall suddenly threw out the silver shining ocean, like water splashing mud all over the ground with silver light, and there was even the arrogant man, throwing off his arms and taking out real money.

For a time, golden melon seeds, golden balls, jade bead chains, agate rings, gold earrings, east bead strings, countless treasures mixed with the ocean smashed down the stage, like a silver waterfall pouring down the stage, shining under the chandelier candles, hooking the Ambilight, and suddenly it was gorgeous and extravagant!

What is the color head, the real money is smashed all over the house to be called the color head.

The old man has been a storyteller all his life, and he has never seen such an arrogant spectator, and he almost choked on a sip of tea!

"Thank you to all the distinguished guests, when did I have such a scenery in Fuxian Teahouse, today you are all my New Someone's food and clothing parents, I will kowtow to you a few more, and it is worthy of these colorful heads!"

Niu Ye was frightened by this battle, and took his guys to the hall and knelt down, thanking his parents!

A fold of new books, to this point, is basically an instant hit.

Yue Guanchao had often heard people talk about books before, he couldn't admit that Qian Sanye still had a few brushes, even if two hours had passed, the visitors in the Fuxian Teahouse were not willing to leave, and they still stayed at the tea table to reminisce, and it seemed that they were still immersed in the two worlds in Qian Sanye's mouth!

"Yue Guanchao, don't drink it yet, don't forget our business!"

Song Siyuan saw the Yue brothers shaking their heads and eating pastries, so they quickly pulled down his sleeves!

"I know, I know, I haven't let up, and there's no murderous aura around me."

Yue Guanchao sat near Song Siyuan and muttered in her ear:

"Since I entered the teahouse, I have been holding my spirits, and the intuition of people who practice martial arts is also very accurate, at least until now, I don't feel that there are martial artists hibernating, maybe they didn't come at all, or these people are too capable of pretending to be able to restrain their breath!"

He paused, and his tone became mysterious:

"I feel like we're going to have a blast today, but this play is just an appetizer, and the following rumors are the main event."

"I asked Zhu Ye to come to spread this story as soon as possible, in the next few days, it is estimated that Fuxian Teahouse will not stop, at least it must be full of pits, if they want to do it, they will definitely choose this time."

Song Siyuan lowered her head and thought carefully, and shook her head: "It's Mukden here, and not everyone can be presumptuous under the feet of big people, I think it's easy to dodge open guns and difficult to defend against dark arrows, and they are very likely to come to the yin, so they can only take one step at a time." ”

Both of them knew that there would not be many more leisurely days like this from today onwards.

As they spoke, the guests in the teahouse gradually dispersed, and Yue Guanchao and they also decided to go home.

"Did you feel that someone was staring at us just now?"

Song Siyuan walked into the car, always feeling hairy on her back, Song Qingyang shook his head:

"I was in the car just now, and plainclothes were all pretending to be vendors nearby, and I didn't see any suspicious people coming or going, maybe you were too nervous."

"Maybe, Ri Si will indeed be like this, let's go back first and see what news there is tomorrow!"

When the car roared forward, the old man hid in the dark alley and stared at them with gloomy eyes.

After they left, he took off the pictorial posted on the wall, quickly got into the carriage in the alley, and drove out of Bagua Street with a whip.