Don't read this book, the author has run away.
Ding Taonian stepped into a eunuch's novel and bargained with the book spirit for an inn.
There is only one condition: only travelers will be accepted.
It hasn't opened in three years.
The day the door was pushed open, Bai Yueguang, who appeared in three chapters and died after appearing in three chapters, managed to survive eight hundred chapters without drinking poisonous wine.
Then there is the cannon fodder who broke off the engagement and had three bowls of noodles every time he came back with his face swollen.
Later there were more and more people.
Ye Zhiqiu sat in front of the counter, holding Ding Taonian's milk powder in his hands, milk stains staining the corners of his mouth. He stared at his short legs and suddenly slapped the table, "I want to drink!"
Song Zhiyi was wiping the counter, his dragon-shaped tail swishing around impatiently. You are an eight-year-old child now, what do you want to drink?
In my previous life, I was the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal! Ye Zhiqiu jumped on his feet and drank... Just drink milk!
He picked up the bottle and drank it hard, and the milk flowed down his chin and onto his clothes.
They were sentenced to death in the original story. But in this inn, Ding Taonian remembers how spicy everyone put their noodles. When someone is injured, someone uses a cold compress. When he gets lost, he can smell the chicken soup and find his way back.
Tea is free, and a story is exchanged for a meal. It doesn't matter if you can't tell it, just sit down while the food is cooking.
