Chapter 503: I wrote about Yang Lian, what does it have to do with you Yang Chan?

"Brother Xu, I want to write a poem for my future wife, the Three Holy Mothers."

In one day, Liu Yanchang had become familiar with Xu Le, and now he is called Brother Xu directly.

"OK!"

Xu Le was very curious about what kind of poem would Liu Yanchang write?

Liu Yanchang took out his pen and ink, and wrote a poem on the white wall of the hall with dragons and phoenixes flying and phoenixes:

"I'm just suspected of traveling in a fairyland, and I feel extremely embarrassed when I look at the face of peach blossoms."

"Liu Lang's heart is broken, and she is only in her dream."

“Good writing.”

Xu Le praised the word.

He thought that Liu Yanchang wrote well, at least better than the poems written by Zhang Zongchang and Hu Shi in his memory.

"Haha, my poem is full of affection, and I am very satisfied with it myself."

Liu Yanchang said with a smile.

"I wonder how the Three Holy Mother would view this poem written by Liu Yanchang?"

Xu Le looked at the statue of the Three Holy Mother in the temple curiously.

With his current strength, he naturally knew that the statue was transformed by the Three Holy Mothers.

Will the Three Holy Mother be moved by this poem by Liu Yanchang and then become a marriage with him?

"snort!"

"lecher!"

The statue of the Three Holy Mother suddenly moved, raised her hand to Liu Yanchang and waved her hand, and Liu Yanchang's body was swept away by a strong wind.

"ah!"

"Help!"

Liu Yanchang was frightened by this sudden change.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had arrived at the foot of Mount Hua.

"The Three Holy Mothers who just started the battle?"

"Why did he attack me?"

"Where did I mess with her?"

Liu Yanchang was full of doubts.

Xu Le's soul kept following Liu Yanchang. Seeing that he was safe, he took back his soul.

He and Liu Yanchang are ordinary friends when they get along this day. If Liu Yanchang really encounters any danger, he will help.

"Are you Xu Le who wrote "The End of Life and the Water of Water to the East"?"

Yang Chan looked at Xu Le curiously.

Xu Le also looked at Yang Chan, and a trace of stunning glance appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Chan has changed from a sculpture back to a human being.

She was wearing a light-colored plain skirt, with her skin as white as snow, her waist as plain, and her cheeks covered by a thin gauze, and her clear eyes were flowing, and the world was overshadowed.

In addition, she also had a unique temperament of an indescribable sense of nobleness.

"Why did you want to bomb Brother Liu just now?"

Xu Le did not answer Yang Chan's question, but asked her back.

"Who told him to talk nonsense, saying that I am her Tianding husband? And he is still writing poems in my temple."

Yang Chan replied.

There is another reason Yang Chan didn't say that after reading "Life End of Sorrow", she hated Liu Yanchang, who was "involved in love with others" in this book.

She brought this annoying feeling to real life, so Liu Yanchang was in a tragedy.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Did you write Xu Le who wrote "The End of Life and the Water to the East"?"

Yang Chan looked at Xu Ledao with some dissatisfaction.

"Forehead……"

“I’m just a porter of words.”

Xu Le said a little embarrassedly.

"porter?"

“Didn’t this book be written by you?”

Yang Chan looked at Xu Le with a frown.

"I wrote "The End of Life and Suffering Waters to the East". Don't you like this book?"

Xu Letian shamelessly admitted.

How can copying in parallel worlds be considered copying? In this world, it is original.

"This book is so abusive!"

"The most important thing is, why is my image in the book so ungrateful?"

"Did you deliberately design it like this?"

Yang Chan questioned Xu Ledao.

In the book "Yang Jian - Life's Eternal Sorrow and Water to the East", Yang Lian is definitely not a likable character.

Yang Jian treated her like a pearl or a treasure, fearing that she would suffer any grievance. Since his father and brother died tragically and his mother was crushed to Taoshan, he had been enduring the pain and sadness in his heart, and did his best to give his sister a good life while wandering.

And what about Yang Lian? She was obsessed with the beautiful life created by Yang Jian for her, and turned a blind eye to what Yang Jian was carrying. Later, she even stabbed Yang Jian with a lotus lamp, which was so brainless.

"Is there you in the book?"

"Why don't I know?"

Xu Le looked at Yang Chan and said.

"Don't pretend to be confused, isn't Yang Lian the only one?"

Yang Chan said.

"I wrote about Yang Lian, what does it have to do with you Yang Chan?"

Xu Le asked back.

"Forehead……"

Yang Chan was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, what does it have to do with Yang Lian and me, Yang Chan?"

Yang Chan murmured.

"Hahaha."

Seeing Yang Chan's depressed expression, Xu Le couldn't help but smile.

Yang Chan caught a glimpse of Xu Le's smirk, and didn't know that she had fallen into Xu Le's language trap.

"Hmph, you're so bad."

"Then Yang Lian was clearly written based on me."

Yang Chan told Xu Le.

"Men are not bad, women don't love them."

Xu Le responded with a smile.

"Why are you so shameless?"

Yang Chan looked at Xu Le speechlessly.

He said he was bad, but he was not ashamed, but proud. How could there be such a shameless person in this world?

Just as Xu Le and Yang Chan were chatting, readers were attracted by the latest chapter of "Perfect World".

Boom!

Shi Hao directly suppressed the sword light with the first of the eight styles of the Salvation Buddha and shook it apart, because the so-called eight styles of the Salvation Buddha are dedicated to finding people's weaknesses, and the attack effect is excellent and terrifying.

Then, this move exerted its might and activated a terrible divine light, like Buddha light shining, illuminating the sky.

With a bang, Jin Zhan's body flew up, coughing up blood in his mouth, and his brilliant clothes shattered. He fell into a pool of blood and suffered severe damage.

Just one move suppressed Jin Zhan!
To be continued...