Brother Emperor Jiu, in order to do all this, you even spent more effort to pinch out a clay statue of yours, and used fire-based spells to burn it out for most of the hour.

Destroy the statues again and let them return to their original mud appearance.

Then it has to be newly pinched, and then re-fired.

Brother Di Jiu, you have spent so much energy and time just to complete such a sentence, just to be able to give me such a gift.

I was really impressed. Very impressed.

I believe that if I miss you in this life, no matter which life I have, it will be impossible to meet someone like you who loves me so wholeheartedly and sincerely!

"You've got me, I've got you. Brother Dijiu, thank you for this priceless and precious gift. ”

Baili Tianchang said to Nalan Dijiu with great sincerity.

"Little fairy, for this king, in fact, the most precious gift is that the sky has sent you to this king."

Nalan Dijiu's arms wrapped around Baili Tianchang, whispering in her ear.

"Brother Dijiu, I once heard a poem. Why don't I read it to you? ”

Born as a woman, who has not remembered an unforgettable love poem or good poem?

And Baili Tian Changsheng is a female mercenary, but she has more momentum than ordinary women who dare to love and hate.

So her love and hate are naturally different from other women.

So the poems she likes are also different from other women.

Life should be the same coffin, death should be the same coffin! Love is like a fire, eternal life!

"Okay, it turns out that the little fairy of this king can also read poems, read them to this king."

Nalan Dijiu couldn't wait to urge her.

"You and I are very affectionate; There are many places, hot as fire; Take a piece of clay, twist one of you, shape one of me, break the two of us together, and mix it with water; Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud; I was born with you and died in the same coffin. ”

Baili Tianchang began to recite this love poem.

This is the 21st century in which she lived in her last life, and the poet Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty wrote "My Nong Ci".

I believe that in this place in the Star Dream Continent, no one has heard this poem!

But Nalan Dijiu's good intentions and deep affection for him could not be more appropriate than this poem!

"Good poetry, really good poetry. Isn't this poem written exactly what this king wants? ”

As soon as Nalan Dijiu heard it, he was full of praise for this "My Nong Ci".

"Yes, Brother Dijiu, this poem was originally written for you."

Baili Tianchang couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, it was just a poem, and presumably the person who wrote the poem never did it.

But Nalan Dijiu, who didn't know the existence of this poem, took the trouble to do it and spent a lot of energy and time!

"Little fairy, teach this king to memorize this poem. This king must be kept in mind. In the future, you can often read it to the little fairy. ”

Nalan Dijiu said to Baili Tianchang.

"Okay. Brother Emperor Jiu. ”

A hundred miles of heaven should be long, and then began to read to him again.

"You and I are very affectionate; There are many places, hot as fire; Take a piece of clay, twist one of you, shape one of me, break the two of us together, and mix it with water; Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud; I was born with you and died in the same coffin. ”

Baili Tianchang read aloud again.