My husband took me to save the world

Chapter 329 Shang Yuan We All Think Too Much (21)

After I thought about this, I suddenly felt that it was not safe, not safe.

The main reason is that men are animals that mainly think about the lower body, and they are too impulsive.

It is said that men can have sex without love, but women must have love before they can have sex. This is the difference between men and women.

So many times, a man just wants to sleep with you, but a woman wants to have a lifetime relationship with a man, tsk.

"Little thing, how do you think about it?" Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked me eagerly, and then he said, "I have never been to such a unique love hotel so far. , if you can experience it with you, little thing, that would be wonderful."

"You haven't been there?" I also raised my eyebrows. In fact, I believed that Shang Yuan hadn't been there, but I just wanted to make trouble with him, so I pretended to be disbelieving and said, "Just you old driver You haven't been there yet? Don't think you can fool me if I read a lot, I'm not a nerd for you to fool me."

"What do you think is the meaning of this deity going alone? Playing with yourself?" Shang Yuan glanced at me, and threw a sentence, which made me almost stagger and fall to the ground.

Khan, what do you mean playing yourself?
Aren’t men without women playing with themselves? Cough cough, I quickly shook my head and said, “Okay, okay, let’s go to listen to the book, let me show you what a storyteller is, and, wait a minute After listening to the storytelling, I still need to find a white ghost messenger, and after looking for a white ghost messenger, I still need to find a black ghost messenger."

As soon as I said that, I suddenly felt that I was very busy.

So, I grabbed Shang Yuan's hand and led him forward, leaving the entrance of this very ambiguous hotel.

When I arrived at the teahouse, it was indeed crowded with ancient people. As expected, these ancient people liked to listen to books when they had nothing to do.

And I saw that most of the costumes returned are from the Tang Dynasty. Obviously, the people of the Tang Dynasty came to support the storytellers of their own dynasty. Didn’t the owner of the teahouse say that the storyteller invited this time just died? The famous storyteller of the Tang Dynasty in the underworld.

Fortunately, I had a letter from the owner of the teahouse. When the waiter came to greet us, I gave him the letter and asked him to pass it on to the owner.

After the waiter took my letter and left, he led a refined man out, who should be the owner of the teahouse.

"Both of you, you are the VIP guests introduced by my cousin, and all the drinks will be waived. Also, I will ask Xiao Er to take you to the VIP room with the best view." The elegant uncle was indeed a cheerful person. When it came to us, without further ado, we immediately and decisively arranged for us.

I like this kind of capable person who is decisive, not verbose and extremely efficient, so I have sincere admiration for this elegant uncle.

Then, the waiter took us up to the second floor to a wing room.

And the window of the wing room is just facing the semi-arc-shaped storyteller booth on the first floor obliquely below. The view is really excellent.

I thought it was not time for storytelling, so there were so many people on site, it was a bit noisy, but fortunately, Shang Yuan and I were sitting in the VIP room, so it was considered clean. It is said in the ear, so it will not feel noisy.

After Shang Yuan took a sip of tea, he frowned, with a look of disgust, "This tea is terrible."

"Oh, my dear Shang brother, we are not here to drink tea, we are mainly here to listen to books, you old man, don't be so picky, come to crack sunflower seeds and eat peanuts." I was in a very good mood , For this kind of listening to books in a lively place in the ghost world, I express that I am so excited.

After all, I didn’t have the chance to go back to the ancient times and feel the scene of listening to books in a real teahouse. Now I can come to the underworld to feel it, and my sister said that she is very satisfied.

I opened the window and looked around the surrounding environment. This antique teahouse, the ancient ghosts dressed in ancient costumes, this is really an ancient teahouse, there is no difference.

Shang Yuan obviously also saw the excited expression on my face, and he suddenly hooked his lips and said to me as if he had realized something, "Little thing, you actually want to come here to listen to books, right?"

"Hey, it's almost there. Anyway, I haven't heard of storytelling, and you haven't heard of it, so let's come together." I stuck out my tongue, oops, it's revealed.

At this moment, an old man with a regular white beard, wearing a coat, walked to the curved booth.

As soon as he came on stage, the audience immediately clapped their hands to warmly welcome him, tsk tsk, the enthusiasm was so high, I couldn't help but see the old man with the white beard.

Then, when the white-bearded old man raised his hand, the cheers stopped immediately, and he felt that if this storyteller got along well, he would be treated the same as our modern famous stars, and he was highly sought after.

Afterwards, the old man began to talk about books, and what he said was a lingering love story, and everyone who heard it was mesmerized.

When it came to the critical moment, the storyteller picked up the gavel on the table, slapped the table with a bang, and shocked all the audience who were immersed in the story.

"Okay, that's the end of today's storytelling, foretelling the details, please listen to the next chapter to break it down." The storyteller said.

Although all the listeners haven't listened to it enough, they all know that the storyteller likes to stop talking when it sounds the best, and save it for tomorrow, so after letting out a disappointed sigh, he didn't chase after the storyteller. Go on.

I looked at Shang Yuan and asked with a smile, "Do you know why I said you are a storyteller?"

With Shang Yuan's IQ, I think he must know the reason now.

"Hehe, this deity is not like this storyteller playing tricks on mysteries, but he still can't tell you. This is fundamentally different from the storyteller." Shang Yuan chuckled and explained to me.

"It's also very annoying. Every time I say half and keep half." I curled my lips, and expressed my willingness to understand Shang Yuan's explanation.

"Didn't you say to go to the white ghost messenger first?" After Shang Yuan listened, he didn't continue this topic, but jumped to another thing I had to do. This guy is really black-bellied, so he jumped on the topic again.

"Yes, can you find him?" I asked quickly.

"It should be possible. I will take you to look for it." After listening, Shang Yuan nodded, stood up, flicked his sleeves, and a golden ingot was placed on the table.

When I saw this gold ingot, I also knew that Shang Yuan didn't want to be greedy. Although the boss said he gave us free drinks, he had to pay for it.

(End of this chapter)