Niu Fei Zai Xia

Don't! You throw the talent card back, am I not burnt white? Wu Hao was shocked and quickly rushed to get the brand.

"Why is this bitter?" Another old man who has been asked to take the piano has already reached out and picked up the talented woman who was thrown. He took the initiative and handed the sign to Wu Hao: "Xiao girl, a young age can be so determined and courageous for her companions." Heart, just for your injury, you can't abandon this brand."

Wu Hao took the talented woman's card with her left hand and paid tribute to the old man of Fuqin: "Thank you for your predecessors."

The old man smiled and said: "Do not thank, this is what you earned with flesh."

Are you earning with flesh? ! Wu Hao’s heart was not happy.

However, Wu Hao also understands that the other party said that there is no problem, perhaps the lord's own heart is too evil?

"Ah... I don't mean this..." Jin Yunjiao saw Wu Hao rushing over and suddenly felt that her behavior was wrong.

However, when I saw the copper stove over there, I also had the flesh that was smashed by Wu Hao. The fire was still gone, and the roaring patrol made Li Daoming.

The offended Li Daoming inspector still did not say anything, just sitting quietly.

This guy is cool to be a good hand, Wu Hao belly. It is impossible to say that he is not angry with him. Whose hand is injured so that he is not angry? Even if the painful nerves have been reduced to a very low level, the burning sensation still makes Wu Hao feel painful to the nerves.

Wu Hao re-launched the brand. Jin Yunjiao saw Wu Hao, who was still in the hands of the drug, and quickly came over to help, and then re-opened the sign on the knife of the sickle door.

Another female doctor who is still in the process of medicine, hehe smiled and played round the field: "Hey girl, this topic is indeed painful. But it is really more than your team is concerned. This Xiao girl can be in the blink of an eye I am earning honor for you, and as the leader of the team, I have failed to bear her courage."

These words are so embarrassing that Yunjiao is very embarrassed, and quickly sue a slap and pull Wu Hao's clothes corner back to the seat.

Mu Qingya and other women quickly took care of Wu Hao as a serious illness.

"I just can't help it, I don't mean that..." Jin Yunjiao whispered apologize to Wu Hao.

"I am grateful to you, you dare to reprimand the inspection, because you care too much about me." Wu Hao actually sighed in his heart.

If it is not a woman now, I am afraid that this Yun Yunjiao may have any guilty conscience, can’t wait for the emotions of the body to report?

Of course, this is the otaku's wild vision.

The audience is still talking about it.

Some people think that the black box of the first game is too fierce, and it is not appropriate for the talented woman to try.

Some people think that the talented woman of Zongmen should be like this. The **** and hurricane on the rivers and lakes is really a bad thing. If there is no such snack, there is no such thing as a talented woman.

But at least, everyone has a standard of measure in mind: the Sword Gate won the first game... well deserved!

On the side of Lin Jianmen, the Xuanwu girl and the Mo Dacai woman both snorted, and they were not convinced that the sickle door was unleashed.

With the rounds of the two issuers, the atmosphere of the slight turmoil of the scene was finally suppressed because the first game was too strict.

Host the old man to stand up again, high-pitched: "The end of the first game, the winner of the knife door! Please ask the person to the second game!"

Among the three applicants, the inspection did not make a noise, and he completed the task.

"The second game, with Wen Yuwu." The old man named Fu Shouting stood up and went to Taibian Road: "The old man is a long-lived student. He likes to play the string in his later years. For the test, but need to match the temperament with the music score. Considering the presence of Mo talent, for the sake of fairness, to prevent the old work, the old man will define a subject..."

Hong Shouting’s words paused here, and his eyes drifted to Lin Jianmen.

"The old general is not to laugh at the little girl." Lin Jianmen's foreign aid, the talented woman Mo Xi got up and got a blessing.

"Oh, mainly your reputation. If it is an ordinary text, I am afraid that it is being said to be unfair." The old general Hong Shouting laughed and laughed at himself: "The old man thinks that you, the little girl, will make a poem on the weekdays. What is the flower and willow? Oh, no wonder the old man will not put your usual songs in his eyes."

"The old general learned that the poems and songs of our daughter's family are still talking about the little things of flowers, birds and fish." Mo Dacai's daughter was secretly high, but she did not dare to make it in front of the old generals of Qi. The humility of the mouth is very: "I don't know what the generals are going to do at this time?"

"The subject matter is limited to telling the hero's feelings about war. When the old brothers of the old husband are dying, they pay a tribute to the poems." The old generals doubled their fists and pulled out the posture of a Jin Ge iron horse: "Please ask each other The poetry is based on this, with the music. The old man is here to sing the piano and make a song!

I heard that the second person who was the subject was a martial artist, and many people were slightly relieved. Like the cloud and other people, I am really afraid that he will also make a test to hurt the girl.

"When the poems are made, and then sung with the temperament?" Lin Zhaoying suddenly smiled.

Most of the poems can be sung with the temperament, but it is the preference of many yas.

Xuanwu female Wei Ling also laughed: "Hehehe, this is our specialty."

"The two sisters praised." Mo Dacai, a woman, said that she began to frown and swear.

Lin Jianmen under the stage began to appreciate. The failure of the first game raised their newly depressed mood.

"Good! This is the content of the talented woman!"

"There is a great talented woman sitting in the town, Lin Jianmen will win!"

The old general suddenly remembered and smiled: "Look at my memory, it is time to set the time limit. It is limited to a fragrant incense."

A sword sent a incense burner.

The old general burned incense, his eyes were like water, and he looked through the years, and he really missed his comrades.

"Fast, let's think about it." Yan Yunjiao took Mu Qingya to find a way. Her girlfriends also quickly took paper and pencil.

Mu Qingya whispered Liu Mei, and occasionally wrote some intermittent sentences on the paper.

Wu Hao’s idea is: “There is not much time, don’t overdo it.” It’s good to praise the poetry of the warlord’s poetry, but to push the other side.

She did not intend to help copy the poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties. From the perspective of Mu Qingya, the literary rumors are not low. When it's time to shine, don't be too tempted to cross the crowd.

To put it bluntly, it is only an easy task to make a poem and a song in the public.

This is not a small building, you can feel the atmosphere of poetry. Many people in the university know that it is difficult to make poems in front of everyone. When people are free, they can be inspired.

Or it is a lot of people who need to modify poetry for a long time is a good hand, but let them pick up the pen in a short time, it is not very neat.

Half of the incense burned, Mu Qingya’s poems have been roughly eye-catching, but Lin Jianmen suddenly called Lin Zhaoying: “We are here!”

So fast! Jin Yunjiao and others were shocked.

The old general Hong Shouting said: "I don't want to be a Mo Cai female ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Come and see me."

He had already prepared the piano for the piano, and now he read the poems of the accompanying music that Lin Chaoying had brought up, and he couldn’t help but move.

The old general's rough fingers stroking the strings, the sound of the piano gradually rising, and the voice of the rough old man slowly sang:

"骠 奔 奔 血 血 血 血 血 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 奔 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎Ten mountain views, Wanma smashed Baichuan ice. A cavity of blood is not enough, the future is still willing to be a star..."

Although this section is not neat, but half-column can be produced in time, supplemented by music, the talent of Mo Xi is really outstanding.

After listening to the poetry songs made by the other party, Mu Qingya’s eyes were stunned, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing Wu Hao seeing her, Mu Qingya sullenly stroked her hand: "I don't want to be a Mo talent... my poetry...but..."

Jin Yunjiao and other women also turned white.

Wu Hao saw Mu Qingya so, can not help but swear.

Will you not let this singer become a literary thief? That's a cliché...

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Proverb: Discussing the story with the readers in the penguin group, it took a full two hours to talk about the private chat before and after, not counting the code time. This poem of the talented woman is a short time to write, and there are quite a lot of opinions. Simply move it straight up. The level of 咩 is also to this extent...

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