MTL - After Learning How to Read Minds, Mr. Huo Takes Me to Bed Every Night! - Chapter 300 After all, guard against day and night, house thieves are hard to guard against

At the end of the road, in the throes of despair and impending death, Le Yu shouted defiantly:“If you have the guts, then kill me.”The enemy sneered and said:“I've never heard such a strange request.”Le Yu died.Then Le Yu came back to life, living in the enemy's body.This is a story where being killed means possessing the killer.“Why are the ones who kill me always some enigmatic, cunning figures with complicated backstories and numerous impending quests?Why aren't there some honest, wealthy, lady-charmer winners in life coming to kill me!?”

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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