Do you know that the old cat plays with the mouse?

Ergouzi looked at Daqingzi.

Da Qingzi looked impatient, and said, I don't know! The old cat knows how to eat mice, and he ate them in one bite!

You are impulsive, don't play and enjoy!

Er Gouzi smiled wisely and said: The old cat will definitely eat the mouse eventually, but before eating the mouse, he must play the mouse to death before eating, so that he will be happy and his stomach will be full!

Da Qingzi frowned and said, Then you still eat it? What's the difference?

He said incomprehensibly: Eat it as soon as you eat it, and you have to do it so hard, I really don't understand you!

Hey, calm down, calm down!

Er Gouzi put on a smiling face like an expert born in the world, and said: I said Qingzi, didn't Brother Hao tell you before he left, you need to cultivate your mind more~ hehe~

Huh~

Only then did Da Qingzi let out a long breath, and said: Cheng Chengcheng, the old cat is playing with the mouse, and the old cat is playing with the mouse, then play with these grandchildren with you!

Hey~

Er Gouzi grinned: This is pretty~

After finishing speaking, the two quietly watched the group of hypocrites at the gate of the city.

I saw one of the group of hypocrites standing at the front of the team, wearing a light blue robe, with a sword behind his back, pacing back and forth at the gate of the city, tsk-tsk, looking at the city wall, and at the desolate environment behind him, brewing poetry.

This person is exactly the Qian Daoyou who just said that he would write a poem.

He babbled, skipping one poetic word after another in his head, and then he had to find the most suitable words among these words and put them together to make a poem!

The few sword-carrying monks who were with him were just waiting for his poems, discussing in a low voice, talking and laughing.

Look at Fellow Daoist Qian, haha, once his poetry is offended, it's really unstoppable!

Don't tell me, the poem written by Fellow Daoist Qian is really good!

That's right, fellow Daoist Qian's poems are my favorite!

 …

A monk in a black robe stood up and said, Hey, everyone, I was lucky enough to have a poem from Fellow Daoist Qian!

This poem is really well written!

As he spoke, he looked triumphant and put on a show.

As the saying goes, Things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups, are these nine sword-carrying monks a typical example of this saying? They are all arrogant and show-off people.

Therefore, they were very happy to hear the black-robed monk talk about the poem that Fellow Daoist Qian gave him.

Zhang Daoyou, since Qian Daoyou gave you a poem, you have to share it with us!

They urged Zhang Daoyou, waiting for the other party to say the poem.

That fellow daoist showed a smile and said: Since all fellow daoists are so kind, let me read it!

As he spoke, he cleared his throat, and then read aloud: Black clothes, black robes and black swords, the sky, the earth, and the earth; wherever Lao Zhang goes, there will be thousands of thunder!

When he read the last sentence, he raised his hands and shouted, with high spirits!

His companions applauded enthusiastically after hearing this, and immediately blew rainbow farts.

Okay!

Good poetry, good poetry! Good poetry!

This poem is full of majestic atmosphere, and it is really a perfect match with Zhang Daoyou!

Fellow Daoist Qian is very observant and talented. This poem is really well written!

Shi and Daoist Zhang are the best of both worlds!

Hahaha!!!

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This wave of rainbow farts is really... Malan blossoms, no matter what happens!

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