Ke'er stared at this man angrily, he was the one who made Ke'er oppressed among these people, and secretly thought in his heart, dare to rob Miss Ben of the baby, that Miss Ben will not forgive, the cold air around him appeared, and the people around him quickly moved away from Ke'er, and that kind of cold and resolute momentum on his body surrounded him.

The holy momentum exuded from the man's body made people unbearable to destroy, and they didn't want to stand with him, and a strange pattern was formed in an instant, and a large group of people in the middle, two of them, one left and one right, one cold and one hot, all made people unapproachable.

The two people below are very satisfied with the current situation, and the cold air emitted from their bodies has also decreased a lot, but no one dares to approach.

The old man, with a shake of his hand, on the left, the spokes floated down, and he wrote, "On the theme of this year's lantern festival, compose a poem."

"A cup of tea time, after writing it, hand it over to me." The old man sat on the Taishi's chair and said with a smile.

Seeing that everyone was on the desk, thinking, it was Kerr and the man in front of him.

I saw Ke'er, with the brush, on the rice paper, brushed a few words, threw the paper to the old man, the old man who took the paper looked at the words on the paper, and wrote crookedly, "I am the only one who wins this question." The old man nodded with satisfaction, with some doting eyes, looking at Ke'er who was lying on the table with his eyes closed.

Everyone looked at the old man and nodded, the pressure in their hearts was even greater, looking at the girl in front of them, leisurely, writing with a pen, everyone smacked their lips unconsciously, and sighed in their hearts, is that a person?

The few people below know Ke'er's ability, so there is no need to question it, but looking at Ke'er's table today, I don't feel a little grinning, fast!

The man in white, looking at Ke'er who closed his eyes and recuperated, a good-looking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks.

I felt that someone was staring at me, opening my big black jewel-like eyes, revealing an angular cold hand, dark and deep eyes, glowing with a charming color, looking at the man facing him, glaring at him angrily, as if to say, close your eyes and don't look at it, haha, this time you are going to lose, and then the eyes bloomed, and the charming smile made people lose their minds.

After the man finished writing, he handed it to the little guy in the back, picked up the teacup on the desk, and tasted it.

After reading it, the old man nodded with satisfaction, Ke'er looked at it and thought, yes, it seems that there is still a bit of ink, hum, and the ink is amazing! Miss Ben also squeezed you dry, and the cold breath kept emerging.

The next few people racked their brains and didn't write half a word, thought they had lost, and walked off the stage.

The old man stepped forward from behind the scenes, looked at the people who remained, and with a wave of his hand, the tail couplet on the right was opened, and it was written, with the theme of admiring the lover in his heart.

"A cup of tea. Begin! ”

Without the slightest assumption, he wrote two words, and flew into the old man's hand with the inside.

The old man looked at the words in his hand, 'Little ks' he knew, what were the two things in the back, and he wanted to ask this girl, but he was stunned by Ke'er, an idiot's eyes, no, he couldn't ask, wouldn't it be too embarrassing.

Everyone looked at Kerr, god-like eyes, and incomparable worship.

Some people look at Ke'er, looking at themselves, their hearts are very bottomless, they keep shaking their heads, and they are a little deflated in their hearts, the first is impossible.

The man in white, the second, handed it to the old man, who looked up at the god-like man in front of him with satisfaction.