Wendu, although it is only a small city, but the literati and scholars all gather here, not only because it is located in the plain, the climate is also like spring all year round, there are flowers all year round, although every season, there are flowers will wither, but there are also different beautiful flowers blooming! The most important reason is that the literati and artists will be respected accordingly, because the city lord loves qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and will hold a poetry party in the city every New Year's holiday!

In the eyes of the warriors, the dance is really not a good move, but no one underestimates the city lord because of this, there was once a peak martial artist of the aura realm, self-recognition of hegemony in such a small place, just when the city lord held a poetry meeting, directly in the way of smashing the field, directly to the center of the square, the place was a mess, but fortunately this person is not a bloodthirsty person, so no one was injured. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the person sitting on the throne only glanced at the visitor and said, "Seeing that you have not injured a single person along the way, if you retreat like this, I can treat this incident as if it never happened." ”

However, the comer just smiled disdainfully, directly slapped the first person in the main seat away, and sat on it with Erlang's legs crossed, as if there was no one around, humming a small tune comfortably.

The people who participated in this poetry meeting were basically literati, and they could only dare to be angry in the face of this person.

"Today is the day when the contemptible people hold a poetry meeting, it is not appropriate to do it, brother Tai has Yaxing to participate in the contemptible poetry meeting, then please listen to the song created by the first contemptible people. The lord of the city clasped his fists at the person sitting at the bottom of the city.

I saw that on the table, there was no wine and food, only a piano, the body of the piano was slender, but there was a phoenix surrounding it, and it looked like a phoenix inhabited here from a distance. It's a pity... The carving was broken from it, but there were still some places in the crack that were still stubbornly joined together, and it seemed that with a little force, the instrument would cease to exist......

The lord of the city looked at the harp with affection, and his hand touched the crack in it with some trembling hands. It looks like he is treating his own wife.

After a long time, he sighed softly and stroked the strings with his hand. He turned around and took the piano away, and everyone present looked at the back of the city lord leaving in confusion, because they didn't hear any sound of the piano...

Suddenly, there was a strange scream, and those present woke up from their contemplation and looked at the place where the sound had come from. They didn't speak, some of their hands kept shaking and pointing forward, and some of them were pale as if they were scared silly, although the movements were not the same, but their expressions were the same, as if they had seen a ghost......

I saw everyone, the person I was looking for, I didn't realize that I had become the focus of everyone, and I was still talking to myself, crying for a while, laughing for a while, just like performing cross talk, but there was no joy, because this person's seven orifices had bled out, and people were panicked... The people present only felt that the chill in their hearts was getting deeper and deeper, because this person was none other than the person who caused trouble.