C436 (1/2)
”Good! Good! Good! I'm not as good as you
The elder wiped the tears on his face and looked melancholy.
People around them also wake up from this sad thought. They are shocked to hear the words of respecting the elderly, but they have nothing to say.
They have experienced the situation of Ying just now, so even if they are dissatisfied again, they have to admit it. There is a truth in what the elder said.
However, it is still not qualified to respect the elderly.
”All right, everybody. Brother Lu's literary talent is really unprecedented and has never come before. Everybody, applaud for our literary giant
With that, a small round of applause came from the hall.
It's not that they don't want to clap, but that the person who is speaking is Gu Youran, who doesn't look good.
”Good!”
But the loudest applause is respect for the elderly.
”Now that brother Lu has answered the first pair, I think brother Lu already has the answer for the next two pairs?”
Gu leisurely aware of his gaffe, but also slow down for a while, re hung a smile.
Looking at Gu leisurely, Lu Beiyou sighs, and his thoughts are even better.
It is impossible for such people to stand on their own side.
Lu Beiyou laughed, ”of course! ”
as he said this, Lu Beiyou gently snapped his fingers.
”But your highness is wrong. It's not a match. It's a killing weapon!”
Lu Beiyou's voice has just dropped, and a wave of Xiao Sha's intention is to spread in the hall.
Deep and piercing, Lu Beiyou's voice has just dropped.
All of them shivered involuntarily, and a chill rushed from their feet to their brains.
The word has not yet started, everyone has been a cold sweat.
”Well, what's going on?”
”Yes! Someone is going to kill me
In the crowd if ban, a face of panic curled up together, the bottom of my heart suddenly a heroic burst out from the body!
Impassioned!
In the void, a few silver hook characters hang high in the void.
”Why don't you take Wu Gou and collect 50 states from Guanshan?”
At the same time, a picture scroll slowly spread out in front of the public.
It was a desert, an ancient city.
In front of the city, there are thousands of soldiers, the leader, a silver robe, a face that looks not big, full of perseverance.
Yellow sand rolled up, the other end of the desert, vaguely visible, those talking and laughing wind, rampant, killing bandits.
In their native land, the unbridled vent!
The boy bit his finger and smeared blood on his eyelids.
The firmness in his eyes was stronger, and he raised his arm.
Thousands of soldiers, without speaking, mounted their horses one after another.