MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused-Chapter 182

next second.

The newspaper boss is complimenting me?

I wipe, this is really what I have seen in a long time.

This subordinate immediately climbed up the pole.

"Yes, this is worthy of the identity of Mr. Zhang, that's right, how can the others be worthy of the identity of Mr. Zhang'"?"

"Look at this dragon's horn. It is said that Mr. Zhang was standing on the head of the six-winged centipede just now.

"Like, like the ghost from the whisper! No no no, ghosts and gods."

"..."

The newspaper boss was stunned when he heard it.

But the message on the face did not diminish.

"Go, write all these thoughts of yours, don't think it's not big enough, by the way, add one more thing, everyone in the nine sects worship."

"Well, there is the black-hearted Boss Yin. He also wrote him, and said, Boss Yin knelt down and begged Mr. Zhang to take over the Crescent Hotel and Miss Yin."

The subordinates on the side were stunned and a little panicked.

"Boss, writing this way, are you sure you won't be retaliated by these forces?"

The newspaper boss crossed Erlang's legs and said with his feet.

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

"By the way, let's add a sentence in front of it, that is, I heard it from the Chengxi Newspaper."

black enough!

Just now I said that being beaten is no big deal, but now I'm arrogant.

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

I want to make money but I don't want to be beaten.

"The boss, do we want to give this centipede portrait a copyright?"

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

"Copyright, talk about it."

"This copyright is what our family can use, if not, we will go up and beat him."

Simple violence.

"Okay, let's do it!"

......

in every corner of the capital.

The streets were crowded with dense crowds.

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

"Work, what are you doing at work?"

The man replied.

"Work and earn money!"

"What do you make money for?"

"Make money to live."

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

"Then I'm not just living my life now."

Everyone who was in a hurry to go to work stopped.

Think about it carefully.

"It's so **** reasonable, these black-hearted bosses, go and work on your own."

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

"Wow! I'll wipe, the four or five-meter-long centipede dragon also has wings. This is bragging."

"It's coded, Lao Li, just look at it, you have been deducted from this picture."

The man said again.

"Deduct what?"

"It doesn't matter, isn't this just a picture, you haven't invited me to drink tea for a long time, this tea is free, and this picture is left to me."

mouth talking.

The speed of the hands did not slow down at all.

The opposite is very fast.

Soon.

A big hole appeared in the neatly formatted newspaper.

Then someone called.

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

When Old Li heard this, he immediately chased after him, grabbed the neck of his former friend, and pinched it hard.

"You **** lie to me, you are tired of living!"

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

I saw that the old friend of the past was earning tightly in his hand and refused to let go.

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

After a moment.

There was no movement.

Old Li Tou took the photo back.

The man who was just about to buy a photo ran over.

No one cared about the man lying on the ground.

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

"Hahaha, ten gold is in hand!"

On the other half, a group of old people sat on the stone bench.

"々' See, this is a good thing."

"Is it true that there are dragons in this world? Do you look at the dragon's horns like the dragons of our dragon country?"

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

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

"It's good that Mr. Zhang can get this bastard, and there are no real dragons."

"Then who said the pig, maybe Mr. Zhang said that and that's it."

......

at the same time.

A palace in the capital.

Lord Baylor sat quietly in the chair to bask in the sun, while the maid by the side was reading what happened at the Crescent Hotel.

"What news does the little beggar have now?"

"No."

A look of dissatisfaction appeared on Lord Belle's face.

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

At this time.

The manager beside him hurriedly knelt down.

"My lord, it's not surprising that it's small, then, that, just as the beggar made a sound, he was killed by someone."

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

"What Crescent Hotel people?"

"How bold, my people dare to kill!"

The chief (money's) tube on the side was so frightened that his body trembled.

Although there is still a little oil and water in this old palace, but this is not the time to send his life out.

But you can't put your life in for that little money.

"My lord, I'm going to find someone again, and that Zhang Chen will definitely be ruined."

Just then, a servant brought up a newspaper.

"My lord, the Crescent Hotel is dead."

Lord Baylor hurriedly picked up the newspaper in his hand.

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

He suddenly thought of the last visit.

He had also seen the six-winged centipede, and was almost scared to pee.

Now that I think about it, it's terrible.

There was a hint of hesitation in his heart.

"Do you want to do this or not?"

He is also a little fortunate that the child is dead now, otherwise it will not be a little bit of blood and blood to trace him.

That's a big thing to blow your head off.

Subsequently.

A smile appeared on Lord Belle's face.

"If this news spreads, the capital will be in chaos, Mr. Zhang, why don't you just call it Zhang Bedbug, hahaha!"

at this time.

A few tiny strands of hair were quietly lasing in the air.

Chapter 184 Lord Belle is dead!

In the garden of the palace.

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

Just a moment.

Lord Baylor, who was still thinking just now, suddenly thought of something.

want to speak.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

How is this going?

He seemed to move his fingers, only to find that his limbs had lost consciousness.

He's starting to panic now.

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