After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 182 The Most Failed Story

After hearing this story, everyone present couldn't regain their senses for a long time.

Ye Zhaoling knocked on the crab's head: "Baby crab, what do you think?"

"?" Hexie stared at Paozi vigilantly, "I'm flustered by your yelling! You are such a dictator and still ask my opinion? Don't think that I'm just a river crab, and I don't know the twists and turns of you humans. Detours around, nothing to show courteousness, either adultery or robbery!"

Huh, baby crab?Smelly shameless, who do you call? !I don't know if people like to listen to it? !Hurry up and call a few more times!

"Okay." Ye Zhaoling smiled, "Say it or not."

The river crab choked, Ye Zhaoling is really a rascal!

"?" He Xie put a question mark, "Pour me a cappuccino, and I'll tell you what I think right away!"

"I still say that, I like to say it or not."

"How can you do this?! Ah! How can you do this! How can you hurt a handsome, unrestrained and kind-hearted river crab like this?! Who did I provoke? Your hair was cut, and you didn’t jump around and bend your body! I’m so obedient and cute! Why do I have to be bullied by you all the time? Is there any right to this? Is there any reason? Ah! Do you really treat me like a sandbag? One left heavy kick, one right whip leg! Shushu greeted me on the forehead, you are really good! You damn woman!"

"Anxious."

"I'm in a hurry? I'm in a hurry? If I was really in a hurry, I'd dare to shave your hair off right now! People say that I'm in a hurry, it seems that I'm really angry, and I seem to be seen through hiding on your shoulders. I feel very uncomfortable, just a few short words, all the strength and strong smile I pretended to collapse, and I became a clown, I don’t want to pretend to be strong anymore, I have nothing left to lose because of my mentality..."

"I have to hide here. Are you going to say it or not?" Ye Zhaoling interrupted the casting.

The river crab let himself go and started talking nonsense: "Cut. I was the boss of a listed company, but I was killed by a scheming traitor! My subordinates abandoned me! Shareholders expelled me! I even emptied my shares! I want to start my life again, and I just want to get back My company! Today Kentex is crazy Thursday, give me ten silver coins to listen to my revenge plan."

"Don't even think about ten silver coins," Ye Zhaoling squeezed his fingers, "but you can have everything you want with your favorite big mouth."

The river crab immediately became honest. It looked at Ye Zhaoling's hand on his chin, and was afraid that it would break off its crab head in the next second: "...Uh, I think, I'm sorry for this story. People who eat melons."

"How to say?"

"No one in the villagers would like this story." He Xie waved his pincers and reprimanded Fang Qiu as a matter of course, "In the eyes of you humans, this story must be very good, with very ancient occupations, very old people and things, and the description is vivid , bringing people back to the ancient past to silently watch the fantastic journey of an old man."

"The old man has faith, and he will never turn back for his dream. He has a pure heart."

"It's a good story indeed, but we can't see ourselves in it."

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After his subordinate Wan Wan finished telling the story, Yu Xian opened his eyes with a half-smile. This time he woke up automatically without being reminded.

"Singing is very good." He boasted with a smile on his face, but before people could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard him say——

"But I'm disappointed, the story sucks."

"Zero." Yu Xian didn't even look at Wan Wan, and closed his eyes again, as if he had just blown away a speck of dust.

As Yu Xian's slave, he couldn't get points from him, how bad it is, maybe no one else needs to remind Wan Wan to come.

Qu Youyou has shown a sarcastic smile at this moment.

Originally, Qu Youyou was shocked, but Wanlai could tell such a story? !
Now she is laughing, what good is the story?Doesn't it depend on whether the villagers like it or not?
It's a pity, Wanlai didn't even figure out the taste of his boss, and he didn't want to give him a cent!
The strange thing is that Qu Youyou carefully looked at Wanlai several times, but he couldn't see any look of frustration on the other party's face. It seemed that the good start had no effect on him.

"Oh! Pretending! This guy has always been good at pretending!" Qu Youyou thought sullenly.

The knife butcher patted the table and expressed his dissatisfaction in a rough voice: "I just want to ask you, do you never eat? Are you gods or monsters? Don't you need to get energy from food? "

"I really can't figure it out! Three meals a day are the most basic conditions for human survival! Why do you omit such a basic and important thing?!"

"Zero points!" said the knife butcher angrily, "I want to see who doesn't care about eating next time!"

Jin Dafu coughed and his mustache trembled: "Originally, this story is quite to my liking. After all, the protagonist is a miner who digs rare treasures. Gold! Silver! Diamonds! Gemstones! Pearls! It's all me." Favorite! But—”

"Why do you want to portray him as a guy who regards interests as dung?"

"It might make sense in ancient times if you do this, but don't forget that the stories you tell are for us! We are the ones who appreciate the charm and charm of stories! We live in the present , Without money, we have no way out."

"Oh, zero points."

Li Du sneered sinisterly: "Most of the people who live under the brilliance of idealism have had everything. Those things that the world longs for all their lives, such as success, money, wealth, and status, they have already had it since they were born, so He can face them so ideally."

"What else can I rate but zero points?"

"I hate your protagonist, even to the point of loathing."

Wu Meili shook her head and echoed, "I'm drowsy after listening to it, there's nothing I like about it. Bad review."

"Zero."

The last one, Carpenter Zhen, slowly picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and muttered:
"I give it a zero. My boy."

"People like something or people hate something for a reason, they don't like or hate something out of thin air; what they like is always excellent, cute, and disgusting, and they are often unreasonable and unpopular."

"Do you think you've told an excellent story? Otherwise, you won't tell it in public, and you can even sing the ballad in it with great joy."

"But, I want to tell you a cruel fact—"

"It's an epic failure story."

(End of this chapter)