Chapter 1216: What is the relationship between me and Black Heart Baby!

"What?" Yang Yu looked at the witch in shock with an incredible expression.
"The truth I told you," the witch nodded, looking at Yang Yu with a strange face.
"The poor monk of Amitabha is dissatisfied, and I must prove myself today," Yang Yu said with a grimace. "This female donor, the poor monk wrote a poem again in light of this situation. It will definitely shock the donor."
"Don't be such shameless poems, don't use me to compose poems." The witch raised and stared at Yang Yu and said, speaking in a bad tone.
"This..." Yang Yu hesitated somewhat embarrassed.
"If you can't do it, stop talking, practice some, I will take you to robbery and make up for you."
Looking at Yang Yu, the witch curled her lips speechlessly.
"Naturally, the poor monk is a poetry buddha. Isn't it easy to compose an impromptu poem?" Yang Yu smiled strangely, clasped his hands together again, and looked up at the night sky.
"This poem is based on this situation and scene. The content is magnificent and must be an unprecedented creation. The poem is:
There is a fish in Beiming. Its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it can’t be stewed in a pot.
Transformed into a bird, its name is Peng, Pengzhida, it needs two barbecue grills, one secret, and one slightly spicy! "
Yang Yu has a cheerful face, in this situation, chanting a poem, or such a poem, Yang Yu feels extremely comfortable.
"Um..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's face was very strange, and the corners of her mouth were beating constantly.
"Amitabha, the poor monk is so talented, this poem will surely endure forever." Yang Yu looked at the darkness around him and said loudly.
"Where are you confident?"
The witch looked at Yang Yu. Her face was very strange, she was very speechless to Yang Yu now.
"Amitabha, can't this poem by the poor monk be called unprecedented, and there will be no one to come after? Do you think that in this world, there can be someone who can make a more wonderful poem than the poor monk?"
Yang Yu looked at the witch in front of him with a very strange expression.
"Your poem is the only two of us here. I guess if Kun Peng is here, I'm afraid I will kill you!"
The witch looked at Yang Yu speechlessly with a strange face.
"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk naturally understands, so Kunpeng is no longer there now. What's more, the poor monk only expresses feelings. Isn't the poor monk right?" Yang Yu looked at the witch, rather unhappy.
"Hehe, do you know where this is?" The witch smiled silently.
"Amitabha, this place is in the dojo of Beihai Kunpeng." Yang Yu folded his hands together.
"Then you dare to say such a thing?" Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's face was very strange.
"Amitabha Buddha, the donor is surprised at what he said. It is precisely because the poor monk is here that he can express his feelings and write such a poem."
Yang Yu sat down and looked at the witch, very speechless.
"..." The witch has nothing to say. He now knows why the people in Baiduanshan all call Yang Yu an unscrupulous monk, and there is simply no communication.
Yang Yu stood up and stood alone at the bow of the ship, with his hands folded, his head up ninety degrees and he looked up at the sky, one end... a white robe facing the wind cave, extremely elegant.
"There is a fish in Beiming. Its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.
Transformed into a bird, its name is Peng, Pengzhida, it needs two barbecue grills, one secret, and one slightly spicy!
Good poem, good poem! "
Yang Yu recited the poem again, and liked the poem even more.
"boom!"
However, Yang Yu hadn't acted for half a minute, and a terrifying black thunder suddenly appeared out of thin air in the sky, directly blasting towards Yang Yu.
"Uh..." Yang Yu was stunned. The lightning speed was so fast that Yang Yu almost dodged well, and was immediately overwhelmed by the black thunder.
"..." The witch sat there quietly, looking at Yang Yu speechlessly, but now suddenly seeing the black Lei Ting appear out of thin air, killing Yang Yu, her face is even more weird.
"My Nima..."
Yang Yu yelled, and countless black thunders poured out from his right hand, directly annihilating the thunder on his body.
However, Yang Yu, who had just emerged from the Black Thunder, had a very ugly face, extremely dark.
It wasn't because of the thunder, because the thunder did not cause Yang Yu any harm at all, it was all because of his dark face and extremely bad mood.
"You..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's eyelashes kept beating, and her body trembled slightly, looking like she couldn't help but laugh.
"Fuck, pretending to be struck by lightning, pretending to be struck by lightning."
Yang Yu's face was dark, and he walked back to the table very speechlessly, lowered his head in an extremely bad mood.
"puff……"
After listening to Yang Yu's words, the witch could still hold her smile, she couldn't help it, she laughed out loud, and the silver bell-like laughter made Yang Yu's mouth twitch constantly.
"Pop!" After a minute, the laughter had not stopped, Yang Yu, with a dark complexion, directly raised his hand and slammed it on the table. He raised his head and stared at the witch, and everyone could see his unhappy face.
"No way, no way, you little monk is too funny, hey..." The witch clutched her abdomen and laughed so hard that she could not straighten herself.
"Don't laugh, or don't blame me for being polite, this month is black and windy, and there is no one around, be careful that the poor monk forced you to do it!" Yang Yu twitched, his face darkened.
"Um..." The witch's laughter suddenly stopped, and she looked at Yang Yu incredulously.
"Just stop." Yang Yu curled his lips and said very upset.
"You just said you want to force me?" The witch looked at Yang Yu, her beautiful eyes twinkling.
"Poor monk doesn't want to talk to you." Yang Yu started with an uncomfortable expression.
"Chuck...it's the first time I heard someone dared to tell me to force me. You are the first monk." The witch didn't get angry, but she smiled at Yang Yu, very kind.
"Don't talk, the poor monk refuses to communicate with you." Yang Yu glared at the witch and said angrily.
"Forget it, I don't know who you are as an unscrupulous monk, just treat it as a joke, my sister doesn't care about you."
The witch was happy enough and waved and said,
"..." Yang Yu curled his lips, disdainfully.
"Hey, if you are a black-hearted baby, maybe I can still think about it. That little brother has a lot of origin. He is still Yuechan's husband. I am more interested in him." The witch sat there, her eyes blinking. Said.
"How do you know what happened in the ancient holy courtyard?" Yang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the witch very strangely.
"How do you know?" The witch looked at Yang Yu and smiled.
"What you said, what is the relationship between Yang Yu and me, one sentence can explain that he is me, I am him, this guy has already told me about this."
Yang Yu curled his lips and said confidently.
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