God Emperor Descends: I Have Hundreds Of Millions Of Attribute Points

Chapter 091

Yi Qingtian opened his mouth and came.

"Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away from darkness."

"Once the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world."

Finished with two sentences.

All the people around quickly fell silent.

Lin Yun froze, his lips trembling slightly, and repeated Yi Qingtian's poem. He couldn't understand it, but he could feel the power in the poem.

fiber cloud.

flying star.

Yinhan... what kind of imagination are these?

In the sedan chair.

Huang Yaoyao sang softly, "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world... Young Master, is this written for me?"

Just when everyone was in a daze.

Yi Qingtian threw out another two sentences, "Tenderness is like water, and the wedding is like a dream. Bear with the magpie bridge and return!"

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

The voice fell.

All the people around stared at Yi Qingtian.

Among them, the boys and girls who had a tryst secretly had their eyes straightened, and the last sentence made them look at each other, feeling deeply in love.

Huang Yaoyao's tears flowed down directly, "Young Master, I'll wait for as long as I want."

She was completely moved.

Not only Huang Yaoyao, many people were substituted by this poem.

and.

Whether it is artistic conception or poetic, it will deeply touch the lover.

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening.

a long time.

A heavy voice came out from the crowd, "Okay!"

The man burst into tears.

Looking at Yi Qingtian's eyes full of gratitude, he bowed deeply to Yi Qingtian, "Thank you."

Followed.

There was applause all around.

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"This poem is absolutely amazing."

"If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night, isn't it me?" Fatty, a woman weighing more than 300 pounds, was crying.

Then he hugged the skinny man beside him tightly.

The man also burst into tears, not knowing whether it was emotion or pain.

Many people around were crying silently.

Love hurts the most.

And the most embarrassing.

Who can hold on?

Who can be reluctant?

Distance, parting, time dilutes everything.

Who can really wait and live?

Lin Yun's face became ugly, he was completely overwhelmed by this love poem in his heart, but he refused to accept it, and said fiercely: "This is not your poem, it must be sold to you by Li Qinghe, you are a piece of trash..."

Don't wait for him to finish.

All eyes were fixed on him fiercely.

One by one wanted to eat him.

Some people even said angrily: "Li Qinghe can't write such a good poem."

"that is!"

"If you dare to say one more thing, I will be the first to dispose of you." Fatty, a three-hundred-jin girl, stared at her as if Li Kui was still alive.

Lin Yun's face was livid.

At this moment, the woman in the sedan chair behind him cried softly, "Young Master Lin, let's make way."

Lin Yun was taken aback for a moment, not daring to say any more, and said, "Yes."

Just then.

The door curtain of Jiaozi was suddenly lifted by Zong's jade hand, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, she looked at Yi Qingtian with tears in her eyes, and asked, "What is the name of this poem?"

Yi Qingtian: "Magpie Bridge Immortal."

The woman said silently and kept it in her heart, "Thank you."

Yi Qingtian was slightly taken aback.

turn.

The crowd shouted, Wendou, Baihualou wins!

Also at this time.

More people poured into the sedan chairs of Baihualou, everyone was talking about this poem, and countless young girls cast ambiguous glances at Yi Qingtian.

Is this the power of poetry?

Do not!

This is the power of love.

Yi Qingtian scratched his head, blushed slightly, and felt a little ashamed in his heart, "Is this okay?"

...

"Magpie Bridge Immortal" began to spread wildly, and it spread to Luo Cheng for half a day in just a quarter of an hour.

Baihualou.

Shishi cried in a mess, "Young Master, you are too hurtful."

"Woooo..."

Sister Hong looked at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured in her heart, "Damn ghost, are you okay in the Ten Thousand Worlds Battlefield? I'll wait for your return!"

"How long, wait!"

Instead, his eyes turned red.

"Sister Hong, isn't this Li Qinghe's poem?"

Sister Hong withdrew her gaze, and then said harshly: "Li Qinghe's poems are nothing, even if his ancestors got up from the mud for eight generations, they would not be able to write such good poems."

When everyone heard this, they became even more delighted.

Because this is a poem written by Young Master.

"Young Master is awesome."

dark place.

Ziqin held a purple cat in her arms, stroked it gently, her eyes were also infinitely sad, and she murmured, "Little Brother, you really surprised me!"

...

Tianluo Plaza, Yuanyang Restaurant.

Inside the private box.

Li Youwei's lips moved slightly, she read "Magpie Bridge Immortal" softly, her expressionless face, she has no sweetheart, she has only one goal, the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

so.

The poem was only good for her, too.

That's all.

As for the content of the poem, she didn't care.

but.

Her heart was still slightly touched, not because of poetry, but because of Yi Qingtian's talent.

Dongfang Xin smiled slightly, "I didn't expect this trash to have a bit of literary attainment. This can be regarded as a window opened for him by heaven."

With a smile on his face, he was very annoyed.

From the moment he saw Li Youwei for the first time, he was sure that he must get this woman!

Yi Qingtian who has a marriage contract with her must die or break the engagement, otherwise she will never let her go!

Li Youwei didn't answer.

His face was still cold.

Dongfangxin continued to laugh, saying: "Unfortunately, the Martial Dao that this world relies on, even if you talk about it, it can't match a finger of mine."

Li Youwei's face was still neither happy nor angry, but her eyes were a little colder.

...

"God big brother, woo woo woo..."

Yue Dingding burst into tears.

why cry?

she does not know.

Just want to cry.

Yue Wanqing had nothing to do with her directly, this granddaughter gave him a headache, and the royal family was very displeased with his recent behavior.

Yue Wanqing scolded angrily, "Ding Ding, don't cry."

Yue Dingding rubbed his eyes, "Grandpa, I, I just can't control it."

"God big brother..."

"Woo woo woo..."

Immediately, he burst into tears again.

Yue Wanqing's blood pressure soared immediately, and he had a severe headache.

...

Dongfang Ping was full of disdain, "I don't know where I copied the poems, but you can still write poems? It's almost like writing a woolen ghost."

"Uncle Feng, how is Cai Jin's preparation?"

Dongfang Feng smiled slightly, "It's ready."

Dongfang Ping Tsundere, "Boy, I want you to look good today!"

"Still writing poetry?"