MTL - The Concubine of the Phoenix Conquers the World - Chapter 892 The leave book is fake!

Zhang Chen traveled to the world of tomb raiders and bound the storyteller system. As long as someone listened to the book, he could gain popularity.

So Zhang Chen started his life as a storyteller at the Crescent Hotel.

What he never expected was that Boss Yin was actually interested in him!

He thought she was the boss, and she actually wanted to marry him!

The bigwigs of the Nine Sects and Four Factions originally just listened at random, but they didn’t expect that the more they listened, the more they felt that something was wrong.

The Lu Palace in the Warring States Period, the Tomb of the Queen of Jingjue, the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, and the Jiuzhong Yaolou, all of them are told of bizarre stories.

At first, everyone didn’t find any problems, but with the discovery of ancient tombs.

The expressions of everyone also changed.

This is storytelling! This is clearly an introduction to the experience of tomb raiding!

Where is this upside-down boss coming from, he must be brought in! .

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A moment of vulnerability results in Ye Beibei being manipulated into marrying Young Master Gu, a wheelchair-bound man.

Having imagined an idle and prosperous life within an aristocratic family—who knew that she would instead be enslaved into becoming a young nanny every single day?

Ye Beibei smacks the table. “Liar, I want a divorce!”

Young Master Gu pushes a cute baby in front of him. “You want a divorce even when we already have a child? Dear Wife, wake up!”

“…” Ye Beibei stares in confusion at the adorable baby who looks exactly like her.

Can anyone tell her when she gave birth to a child?!

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…