Qingyu didn't have a taste in her heart, and even regretted it a little.

However, with his character, he doesn't like to do things halfway.

What's more, after thinking about it, it seems very normal for a Jindan stage monk to be nervous and afraid when he falls into the hands of a great demon king like himself.

If the other party really doesn't care at all, then it's really weird to the extreme.

Thinking of this, Qing Yu's face softened a little, and he felt that the fat man in front of him was no longer so hateful.

But such thoughts only passed through my mind.

There was no other reason, because soon, he found out that this dead fat man actually wiped his nose with the corner of his clothes!

Qin Yan's pupils shrank, for him who always liked to be clean and tidy, he wanted to slap this hateful fat man to death at that time.

But after all, the other party rescued him by himself, and in the blink of an eye, he killed him again, what is the matter?

Thinking of this, Qingyu took a deep breath and told herself to be calm, to be calm.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill, I saw being bullied by those immortal cultivators and misunderstood by them, so I saved it. ”

Qingyu sighed: "It's the same end of the world." ”

"The same end of the world?"

The fat man was stunned, didn't think much about it, and replied almost instinctively: "Why do you have to know each other when you meet." ”

"What?" Qingyu's pupils shrank, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and suddenly turned around, with an excited look on his face: "What did you say?"

"What did I say?"

The fat man was confused, his expression was surprised and afraid, and he was very puzzled in his heart, he just answered, why did he have to know each other, why did the other party be so excited?

Could it be that there is something wrong with this sentence that makes the demon cultivator in front of him angry?

He was puzzled, but in the face of Qin Yan's aggressive gaze, he still replied honestly: "I just said, why should I know each other when I say that we have met." ”

"The same is the end of the world, why should we have known each other. ”

Qingyu couldn't help muttering to herself.

Different from those rude demon cultivators, the demon king in front of him is a civil and military talent, in addition to his strength, he also likes human poetry and songs.

In an accident, he read a remnant poem in a classical book, and he was also a fallen person at the end of the world.

Qingyu likes this poem very much, it is definitely a quatrain for the ages.

However, there is obviously a sentence missing from the back.

He searched through the classics, but could not find any clues.

Restraining the demonic spirit, Qingyu visited many famous poets in the human world, and no one could make up for this sentence.

Even if I barely make up for it, I always feel that the heat still seems to be a little lacking.

I have always regretted it in my heart.

At this moment, he felt something in his heart, and read it out casually, but he didn't expect to get such a surprise answer from the fat man's mouth.

is the same person who has fallen to the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet.

Qingyu muttered to himself, reciting it several times in a row, and then his eyes burst out with a very bright brilliance.

His expression became very ecstatic for a moment.

Suddenly turned around, his eyes burned, and he looked at the fat man: "Do you still know poetry?"

The fat man was stunned, the style of painting changed too abruptly, and he hadn't figured out what was going on, so he nodded stunnedly: "I understand some." ”

"Okay, then give me a poem. ”

"A poem?"

The fat man's face was full of astonishment, and he felt that things were starting to develop towards a more and more strange situation.

I obviously came to hunt for treasure, but I got lost and was caught by the demon cultivator, and the demon cultivator didn't kill or fight, but let myself write a poem, oh my God, I didn't dream!

The fat man was puzzled in his heart, and when he saw him in a daze, Qing Yu's expression became fierce: "Are you lying to me? I read the poem just now, but I don't really know poetry and songs?"

"No, I understand!"

Although until this moment, the fat man was confused and didn't quite understand what the other party was talking about just now, but he vaguely felt that if he didn't understand poetry, he was afraid that a catastrophe would happen next.

And at this moment, the fat man didn't dare to provoke this guy, so he followed the other party's words and became the only choice to please him.

Qingyu's face turned slightly: "Since you know poetry, then give a poem, I want to see, what level of poetry can I write?"

Can you write a fart poem yourself?

The fat man was speechless in his heart, although he also studied college in his previous life, he studied science, how could he know such an elegant thing as composing poetry.

What's more, even if you are a liberal arts student, you may not have such ability.

I don't know if limerick counts.

But complaining and complaining, he was not panicked.

Although he doesn't know poetry, he has memorized a lot in his previous life.

And at this moment, seeing that the other party was in a hurry, the fat man didn't have time to think, so he immediately came to a song.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

I remember that in the first grade of elementary school, the first poem I learned was this.

It's simple, but it's catchy.

To be able to be selected for the textbook, of course, that level is extremely high.

Qing Yu really had a shocked look on his face, he had never heard this poem.

A few simple sentences presented a clear picture in his eyes, and it is indeed a good poem, which can be called a quatrain for the ages.

Shocked for a long time, he felt that the feeling of this poem was simply a long aftertaste, and then he gave a deep salute to the fat man.

"Daoyou is really talented, I don't know if I can write another poem?"

This time, his attitude was obviously much better, even with a somewhat respectful look.

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

Without thinking, the fat man immediately brought out another Tang poem, which has been widely circulated and is also very familiar to him.

Qingyu was even more shocked.

Such a good poem, but I have never heard it, it is obviously the original of the fat man in front of him, otherwise such an eternal quatrain must have a very wide process, and everyone in the world has heard of it.

Suddenly, his opinion of the fat man changed dramatically.

Originally, the other party had a handful of tears and snot, and he still felt disgusted, but at the moment he only felt that this person was his true temperament.

"Daoyou is a great talent!"

He bowed deeply to the fat man, and the expression on his face actually carried a bit of reverence.

And the fat man was stunned.

In fact, he didn't understand what was going on, and he would do it if the other party asked him to do poetry, because of the huge difference in strength between them, he didn't dare to disobey the demon clan in front of him at all, and he still understood the truth that a hero didn't suffer a loss in front of him.

But what's the matter with the other party's adoring expression?

Where am I?

What did I just do?

The fat man felt dizzy all over.

Even suspected of dreaming.

In this way, it took a cup of tea.

Gradually, the fat man finally figured out the cause and effect, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, he actually met a demon clan who liked poetry and songs very much.