In the next few days, Zhao Yi and Linglong have been writing "Romance of the Gods" in the prince's mansion.

Miaoyin real people came once in the middle, gave some paper, and then took people out.

The person who went out to look for new materials in Xuanzhenguan came back with the news that he had found a special gelatinous substance, which might be able to replace peach gum.

Miaoyin Zhenren was immediately overjoyed, said hello to Zhao Yi, and rushed over directly.

Zhao Yi was originally curious and wanted to follow over to take a look, but before he went out, he was stopped by a small poison.

The little poison has been leading people to teach winemaking during this time, and he is about to vomit when he talks about it over and over again.

After hearing from Miaoyin Zhenren that Zhao Yi was getting new broadcast materials, the little poison has been waiting for Zhao Yi to finish it as soon as possible.

As a result, he wanted to sneak away before the business was done, and she couldn't bear it.

"Master, can you take care of some business?"

The little poison stood in front of Zhao Yi, with a resentful face, like a little daughter-in-law who had been abandoned by a negative man.

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth twitched, and his expression was very helpless.

Why didn't he find out before that this little girl still has such a heavy dedication.

Looking at the appearance of the little poison, he really took the broadcast seriously.

However, Zhao Yi still has to leave today.

The little poison has been broadcast for a few days in a row and wants to vomit in winemaking, and Zhao Yi has also memorized "Romance of the Gods" for a few days, and he is about to vomit!

and Linglong, she was already recovering from a serious injury, and she wrote sleeplessly for several days, and her hand was about to break.

Even if Zhao Yi doesn't rest, she will have to rest.

Zhao Yi sighed, looked at the little poison and said, "Even if you don't take care of me, consider your Linglong sister." You go in and take a look, Linglong's hand is about to break. ”

The little poison was stunned for a moment, and then looked into the prince's mansion from next to Zhao Yi, and saw that Linglong was really pale and rubbed her hands, and couldn't help but hesitate.

She asked suspiciously, "Is writing so tiring?" ”

When Zhao Yi heard this, he immediately remembered the painful experience of being forced to write a textbook in his previous life by Miaoyin Zhenren, and his face suddenly showed a look of palpitation.

He said with a straight face: "If I had to choose, I would rather suffer another thunderstorm than write!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Yi's eyes rolled and said bewildermently: "Didn't you also learn to read, why don't you try to write?" ”

When the little poison heard this, he didn't know what he thought, he suddenly shuddered, and shook his head again and again: "I suddenly feel that what I have written now is enough, and the rest will not be too late to make up for it when Sister Linglong has put it away!" ”

"I still have something to do, let's go first!"

After the little poison finished speaking, it was like smearing oil on the soles of his feet, and he turned around and walked out.

Zhao Yi looked at the embarrassed back of the little poison, and while laughing secretly, he suddenly felt a sense of kin.

He was perfectly able to feel the pain of a small poison.

After coming to the new world, not only ordinary people have nothing to do, but people like Miaoyin are also idle and bored.

So, Miaoyin Zhenren proposed to teach the little poison to read.

All the talents of the little poison are basically on poison and eating, literacy is almost her dead end, and Miaoyin Zhenren is a stubborn and admitting death.

Then, the tribulation of the little poison began.

It's okay to be literate, the IQ and talent of the little poison are not bad, and rote memorization is to memorize all those words.

But writing could kill her.

The little poison knew for the first time that looking at the inconspicuous pen that broke when it was broken, it was even more terrifying than a 100-pound hammer.

A hundred and ten pounds of hammer and small poison can be easily manipulated, but she can't handle the pen that breaks when it breaks.

is as strong as Miaoyin Zhenren, after torturing the little poison for a month, he can only helplessly announce that the little poison really has no talent for writing.

After the little poison was tortured by Miaoyin Zhenren for a month, he directly had a psychological shadow.

Not to mention letting her write, she now trembles when she sees the pen.

After Zhao Yi scared away the little poison, he left Linglong to rest in the Prince's Mansion, and he went out to find Miaoyin Zhenren.

After coming to the new world, Zhao Yi hasn't been around yet, so he just took this opportunity to travel well.

Not to mention that Zhao Yi set off with the material collection team, just talking about the little poison, after she rushed back to the radio building in one go, she still couldn't help but be frightened.

It's dangerous!

Fortunately, she ran fast just now, otherwise the master would have caught her to write.

Thinking of writing, the little poison suddenly struck, and the whole person trembled directly.

It's horrible!

The scariest thing she ever encountered in her life was writing!

Seeing the little poison with a frightened look, the four female Taoists on the side surrounded him at the same time.

"What's wrong with you, little adult?"

"My lord, are you coming back from the Prince's Mansion?"

"Has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince finished writing?"

"Little adult, what are you sowing today, and are you still sowing winemaking?"

The little poison heard the words of the female Taoist priests under him, and slowly came back to his senses.

As if she remembered something, she hurriedly looked down at the draft in her arms, and was relieved to see that the manuscript was intact.

The little poison patted the manuscript and said with a smile: "I won't broadcast winemaking today, let's talk about something new." ”

When the women heard this, they looked at the manuscript in the arms of the little poisoner.

Someone reached out to get it, but the little poison hurriedly avoided it.

She warned: "This thing is very precious, you can't touch it casually, if you touch it, it's gone!" ”

Hearing this, the four female Taoist priests immediately looked at each other.

One of them couldn't help but say, "My lord, if you don't let us touch it, how should we broadcast it?" ”

The little poison had obviously thought about this question a long time ago, and said without hesitation: "You guys go and get a pen and paper in a while, and when I read it next to me, you can copy it next to you!" ”

When the female Taoist priests heard this, their faces suddenly became even more strange.

At the same time, they became more and more curious about the content of the manuscript.

What kind of content was on the manuscript made this little adult so nervous that he didn't even let them touch it.

Immediately, the four of them did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly went out to look for paper and pencils.

After they broadcast the script for two days, they were quite satisfied with the work and thought it was fun.

Now that there is something new, it is natural that he will not let it go.

Little Poison didn't pay attention to the people, sat down in front of the podium, and began to flip through the manuscript of the book written by Linglong.

The handwriting is excellent, and when the little poison is seen, a look of surprise suddenly appears on his face.

Then she began to flip through the contents of the manuscript.

As a result, I can't understand it.

"The Romance of the Gods" begins with a set poem.

The literacy level of the little poison is limited to literacy.

When these words are combined into a poem, she is directly numb.

"What are these things?"

The little poison's eyes widened, and his clear eyes were full of ignorance.

She knew each of these words, but when they were put together, she didn't know what they were!

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