Jiang Zhu, a white-haired fisherman, is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and a pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other. Everything is a joke.

After a poem is sung, the three people feel more and more wonderful when they sing it repeatedly in their hearts. "Well, how many things are paid in ancient and modern times?" Yi Li was very excited when he applauded. Li Bailian’s eyes are also shining. Compared with those poems sung by scholars before, Li…

"Body sword unity? Wang Ji is crazy! Aren’t you afraid of destroying the whole Jinjia Square? " Danyang pupil reflected several virtual shadows of light, and his mouth twitched and cursed violently, and he kept flying out of the distance directly.

The crowd also spread to watch the square become more and more huge, and the heart could not help jumping up. A heavy and depressing pressure is like a huge mountain pressing on Hu Tianxin’s mind. The wind roared around him, and the black-haired teenager’s body was like a javelin firmly nailed in the middle….