Chapter 1288

Two dogs on the head of the city heard the poem and was thundered on the spot. He almost didn't roll down from the stone chair.

"I'm your son of a bitch!"

He said indignantly: "this son of a bitch is also called a poem?"

"What the hell?"

"What the hell!"

"It's insulting poetry!"

"Damn it, it's too angry to be Wang!"

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er Gouzi was so angry that he almost rushed down the city to beat the gang.

Or big green son stopped him, and then said with a lively smile: "Oh, brother Wang, don't worry, I've been forgotten that the old cat is playing with rats! Ha ha ha

"Play, play with his ancestors!"

Er Gouzi said angrily: "such an irritating mouse, Ben Wang is not in the mood to play!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Big Qingzi couldn't laugh, and said, "don't worry, brother Wang, be calm and calm. Do you forget that you should keep your manners?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Er Gouzi shrunk back and said, "calm down, don't be angry, don't be angry. If you want to be polite, your heart is the most important thing."

He seemed to be chanting scriptures, still closed his eyes, breathing steadily and depressing his restless heart.

One side of the big green son is really happy!

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outside the city.

Qian Daoyou, who was wearing a light blue robe, suddenly "ah ah" and his eyes were shining, just like inspiration.

Several other swordsmen saw his inspiration, so they all quieted down and focused their eyes on him.

"Is Qian Daoyou's poem ready?"

"Ha ha ha ha, look at Qian Daoyou's appearance. Of course, it's a good poem to write!"

"Qian Daoyou, please read it so that we can enjoy it."

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while editing, Qian Daoyou said with an air of modesty and complacency: "Dear Taoist friends, I have finished my poem. I will read it out to you. Please give me more advice and advice!"

The group of companions listened to him, and then they flattered him and asked him to read the poem.

Naturally, Qian Daoyou enjoyed these rainbow farts very much, so he read the poem he had just written: "in the West and the west, soil is forbidden; there are ancient cities deep in the forbidden soil. The nine of us are on the road to success here!"

A poem to read, momentum high!

The group of immoral companions listened and applauded warmly on the spot. Rainbow fart blew up!

"Good, good!"

"Qian Daoyou is a talented person!"

"Good poetry! Good poetry

"Qian Daoyou's poem is really very suitable for the occasion."

"Qian Daoyou's poem is unprecedented, and no one will come after it!"

"Our respect for Qian Daoyou is like the flood of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, which is out of control."

"Qian Daoyou's talent is even more like the avalanche and debris flow of high mountains, which is earth shaking and unstoppable!"

"So terrible! Such terror

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this wave of rainbow fart blowing, there is really no bottom line!

At the head of the city, er Gouzi couldn't help but spit out mutton.

"I will go to your horse!"

"Is this also called poetry?"

"Why do you treat Ben Wang as naive?!!"

"What a shame! What a shame

"Wow ~"

"grass you horse!"

"I'm sick of listening to me!"

"Return the Yellow River to flood, I bah!"

"Do you still have a bottom line

"Pooh, Pooh! If Ben Wang doesn't cut you into eight sections, I'm sorry for the poem

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er Gouzi is really angry and liver ache!