Tomb Raider: Storytelling Steals Pens, Nine Gates Are Confused

next second.

The newspaper boss is praising me?

I rub it, this is really a long time to see me.

This subordinate immediately climbed up the pole.

"That's right, this is the only way to be worthy of Mr. Zhang's identity, that's right, how can the others be worthy of Mr. Zhang's identity' ‖?"

"Look at this dragon horn. It is said that just now Mr. Zhang was standing on the head of the six-winged centipede. He was so powerful that countless aristocratic families knelt down to worship him."

"Like, like the evil spirits from Whispers! No, no, ghosts."

"..."

The newspaper boss was stunned when he heard this.

But the information on the face has not diminished.

"Go, write down all your thoughts, don't think it's not big enough, by the way, add a sentence, people from the Nine Sects will all worship."

"Well, there is also that black-hearted Boss Yin. Write him in too, just say, Boss Yin begged Mr. Zhang to accept the Crescent Hotel and Miss Yin on his knees."

The subordinates on the side were stunned, feeling a little flustered.

"Boss, if you write like this, are you sure you won't be retaliated by these forces?"

The boss of the newspaper said, crossing Erlang's legs and changing his feet.

"As long as you have money, it doesn't matter if you get a beating."

"By the way, let's add a sentence in front, saying that we heard it from the Chengxi newspaper."

Dark enough!

Just now he said that being beaten up is no big deal, but now he's being obsequious.

It seems that the one who can be the boss is really a genius.

Want to make money and don't want to be beaten.

"Then boss, should we give a copyright to this centipede's portrait?"

When the newspaper boss heard this, he immediately became interested.

"Copyright, tell me."

"This copyright is for our family to use. If others use it, we will go up and beat him."

Simple violence.

"Okay, let's do it!"

......

In every corner of the capital.

The streets are crowded with dense crowds.

"Old Chen, are you not going to work today?"

"Go to work, what do you do at work?"

The man replied.

"Go to work, earn money!"

"What do you earn money for?"

"Earn money to live."

The man's gaze refocused on the newspaper in his hand.

"Then I'm living a life now."

Those who were in a hurry to go to work stopped.

I thought about it carefully.

"That's really fucking reasonable, these unscrupulous bosses, go to work by yourself."

"Come on, come on, I haven't seen Mr. Zhang's newspaper for a long time, I want to take a good look at this one."

"Woo! Fuck me, a centipede dragon with a length of four or five meters and wings, it's bragging."

"That's right, Lao Li, just look at it, you've been detained for this picture."

The man said again.

"Deduct what?"

"It's okay, isn't this just a picture? You haven't invited me to drink tea for a long time, so this tea will be waived, and I will leave this picture."

mouth talking.

The speed in his hand didn't drop at all.

The opposite is fast.

Soon.

A big hole appeared in the neatly formatted newspaper.

Then someone shouted.

"A picture of the six-winged centipede is worth ten gold, please ask for one."

When Lao Li heard this, he immediately chased after him, grabbed his former friend by the neck, and strangled him vigorously.

"You fucking lied to me, you're tired of living!"

"Ten gold, this is more profitable than going to work. Give it back to me, give it back to me."

I saw that the old friend of the past was tightly holding the money and refused to let go.

The strength in Old Li's hand involuntarily increased a bit.

After a moment.

There was no movement.

Old Li grabbed the photo back.

He ran over to the person who was about to buy the photo just now.

No one cared about the man lying on the ground.

He just wanted to go home and show his children Mr. Zhang's six-winged centipede.

"Hahaha, ten golds are here!"

In the other half, a group of old people sat on stone benches.

"々` See, this is a good thing."

"Is it possible that there are really dragons in this world? Do you think the dragon horns look like dragons from our Dragon Kingdom?"

"It does look quite similar, but this body is the body of a centipede. It looks so strange."

"What do you know! Mr. Zhang's dragon is different. The dragon has nine sons, each of which is different! This must be the hybrid of the dragon and the centipede."

"Mr. Zhang's ability to get this bastard is already very good. I don't think there are any real dragons."

"Then who said pigs, maybe Mr. Zhang said this and said this."

......

at the same time.

A palace in the capital.

Lord Belle sat quietly on a chair basking in the sun, while the maid at the side was reading what happened at the Crescent Hotel.

"What's the news about that little beggar now?"

"No."

A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Master Baylor's face.

"The capital hasn't released the news yet? It seems that the position of the chief executive should be changed."

At this time.

The manager at the side hurriedly knelt down.

"My lord, it's not my fault. That, that, the beggar was killed just as soon as he made a sound."

"Now, there are people from the Crescent Hotel inside and outside the capital, and we are helpless."

"What people from Crescent Hotel?"

"How bold, my people dare to kill!"

The general manager (money) on the side was trembling with fright.

Although there is still some money to be made in this old palace, this is not the time to give away his life.

You can't put your life on the line for that little money.

"My lord, I'm going to find another person right now, and that Zhang Chen will definitely be ruined."

At this moment, a servant brought up a newspaper.

"My lord, the Crescent Hotel is dead."

Lord Belle hurriedly picked up the newspaper in his hand.

"Six-winged centipede! This six-winged centipede is so cruel!"

He thought of it all at once, the last visit.

He had also seen the six-winged centipede before, and he almost peed out of fear.

Thinking about it now, it's pretty scary.

He couldn't help feeling a little hesitation in his heart.

"Do you think this is still going to be done?"

He is also a little thankful that the child is dead now, otherwise he would not have faced a little bloody storm when he was traced to him.

That's a big head-scratcher.

Subsequently.

A smile appeared on Lord Belle's face.

"If this news spreads, the capital will be in chaos. Mr. Zhang, why not call him Bedbug Zhang, hahaha!"

at this time.

A few tiny strands of hair shot out silently in the air.

Chapter 180 Four Lord Baylor is dead!

In the garden of the palace.

Lord Baylor and your subordinates didn't notice it at all.

Just a moment.

Lord Belle, who was still in deep thought just now, suddenly thought of something.

Want to speak.

I opened my mouth, but found that I couldn't open my mouth no matter what.

How is this going?

He seemed to move his fingers, but found that his limbs had lost feeling.

He's starting to panic now.

But he knew in his heart that only his consciousness was normal now, and the rest could no longer move.