"What?" Yang Yu looked at the witch in shock, looking incredible.

"The facts I told," the witch nodded, looking at Yang Yu, with a strange expression.

"I am not convinced by Amitabha Buddha. I must prove myself today," Yang Yu said with an unhappy expression. "This female donor, I am in this situation and write a poem again, which will definitely shock the donor."

"Stop such shameless poems, don't use me to write poems." The witch raised her two fingers, stared at Yang Yu and said in a bad tone.

"This..." Yang Yu hesitated with embarrassment.

"If you can't do it, stop talking. Practice and I'll take you to rob and compensate you."

Looking at Yang Yu, the witch curled her lips speechlessly.

"Of course, I am a poet Buddha. Isn't it easy to write a poem improvisation?" Yang Yu smiled strangely, and then clasped his hands together again, looking up at the night sky.

"This poem is written based on this situation and this scene, with a magnificent content, and must be an unprecedented creation. This poem is:

There is a fish in Beiming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.

It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills, one is secret and the other is slightly spicy!”

Yang Yu looked very happy. This feeling and scene, and a poem was still so grand that Yang Yu was in a very comfortable mood.

"Uh..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's face was extremely strange and the corners of her mouth kept beating.

"Amitabha, I am so talented. This poem will surely be remembered forever." Yang Yu looked at the darkness around him and said loudly.

"Where do you get the confidence?"

The witch looked at Yang Yu with a very strange face. She was speechless to Yang Yu now.

"Amitabha, can't I call this poem "unprecedented and unparalleled"? Do you think that someone in this world can make something more exciting than this poem "I'm not"?"

Yang Yu looked at the witch in front of him with a very strange expression.

"There are only two of us here in your poem. I guess if Kunpeng is here, I will probably kill you!"

The witch looked at Yang Yu speechlessly, with a strange expression.

"Amitabha, I naturally understand, so Kunpeng is no longer here now, let alone I only feel it. Is what I say wrong?" Yang Yu looked at the witch and felt quite unhappy.

"Haha, do you know where this place is?" the witch smiled speechlessly.

"Amitabha, this place is in the temple of Kunpeng in the North Sea." Yang Yu clasped his hands together and said.

"Then you dare to say such things?" Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's face looked very strange.

"Amitabha, the donor was surprised by this. It was because I was here that I could express my feelings and write such poems."

Yang Yu sat down and looked at the witch, speechless.

"..." The witch had nothing to say. He now knew why all the people in Baiduanshan were called Yang Yuwei and had no words to communicate.

Yang Yu stood up, stood alone at the bow of the boat, folded his hands together, looked up at the sky ninety degrees, one end... a white dress in the wind facing the wind, extremely elegant.

"There is a fish in Beiming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.

It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills, one is secret and the other is slightly spicy!

Good poems, good poems!”

Yang Yu recited it again and loved this poem more and more.

"boom!"

However, before Yang Yu could show off for half a minute, a terrifying black thunder suddenly appeared out of thin air in the sky, directly storming Yang Yu.

"Uh..." Yang Yu was stunned. The thunder and lightning speed was too fast. Yang Yu almost dodged well and was directly overwhelmed by the black thunder.

"..." The witch sat there quietly, looking at Yang Yu speechlessly, but now she suddenly saw the black thunder court appearing out of thin air and killing Yang Yu, her face even more strange.

"I'm damn..."

Yang Yu shouted, and countless black thunders surged out from his right hand, directly annihilated the thunder on his body.

However, Yang Yu, who had just emerged from the black thunder, looked very ugly and extremely dark.

It was not because of lightning, because the thunder did not cause any harm to Yang Yu at all, it was because of his dark face and a very bad mood.

"You..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's eyelashes were beating continuously, and her body trembled slightly, looking like she couldn't help laughing.

"Damn it, you're struck by lightning, you're struck by lightning."

Yang Yu's face was pitch black, and he walked back to the table speechlessly, lowered his head in an extremely bad mood.

"puff……"

The witch could not help but smile after hearing Yang Yu's words, and she burst out laughing. The silver bell-like laughter made Yang Yu's lips twitch.

"Bang!" After a minute, the laughter had not stopped. Yang Yu, who had a dark face, raised his hand and slapped the table suddenly, stared at the witch, looking up at the face of dissatisfaction, could anyone tell.

"No, no, you little monk is too funny, oh hey..." The witch covered her lower abdomen and couldn't stand up.

"Don't laugh anymore, otherwise don't blame me for being polite. The moon is dark and the wind is high, and there is no one around. Be careful that I will force you!" Yang Yu pulled the corners of his mouth, and his face became even darker.

"Uh..." The witch's laughter stopped and looked at Yang Yu incredibly.

"Just stop." Yang Yu curled his lips and said unhappily.

"You just said you were going to force me?" The witch looked at Yang Yu, her beautiful eyes flashing.

"I don't want to talk to you." Yang Yu left his head and was very upset.

"Hehehe... This is the first time I heard someone dare to tell me that I would force myself to do it. You are the first one." The witch did not get angry, but smiled at Yang Yu, very angry.

"Don't talk, I refuse to communicate with you." Yang Yu glared at the witch and said unhappily.

"Forget it, I don't know what your unscrupulous monk is. I just pretended to be a joke. My sister won't bother you."

The witch music has enough, waved her hand and said,

"..." Yang Yu curled his lips, very disdainful.

"Oh, if you are a black-hearted guy, maybe I can consider it. That little brother has a good origin, and it is Yue Chan's husband. I am more interested in him." The witch sat there, his eyes flashing.

"How do you know what's happening in the Ancient Holy Academy?" Yang Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at the witch very strangely.

"How do you know?" The witch looked at Yang Yu and smiled.
Chapter completed!