"My Sprite, my Pepsi, this thing is not infinite, don't eat it." Yang Yu looked at the bottle on the ground under the witch's feet with great pain. He felt extremely painful and regretted taking out so many.

"This wine won't make people drunk, but it tastes very strange. It's a very good thing." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch was very surprised. She was now very curious about Yang Yu's origin.

The real dragon meat can be used for grilling skewers and such unique wines. All Yang Yu's part is too mysterious. With almost unscrupulous methods of exercising and his perverted talent, the witch can't do it if she is not curious.

"Of course, I don't have much of this thing myself." Yang Yu's face turned dark and his face was filled with pain.

"No need to be sad like this. Good things must be shared with people who understand them, and with their friends. I think I am very consistent. When we meet by chance, we can sit in front of each other, eat meat and drink wine. Isn't this a friendship? Also, my witch is a person who eats all over the world. When you enter my stomach, you will naturally not become vulgar things. It will have unique meaning." The witch looked at Yang Yu and said with a smile, her face did not blush and her heart would not be beaten.

"Amitabha, the female donor's meaning is what she said, but I don't understand it. After absorbing the essence, I will enter the place of the five grains of reincarnation and then send it out from the exit of the reincarnation?" Yang Yu looked at the witch, his eyes rolling.

"Uh..." The witch was speechless and looked uncomfortable. The things Yang Yu pointed at were too disgusting.

"Amitabha, does the female donor have other ways to let him be discharged?" Yang Yu clasped his hands together, looked at the witch curiously, looking humbly asking for advice.

"Why are you so vulgar, you are so frivolous? You have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you are also a bad-hearted person." The witch stared at Yang Yu, quite unhappy.

"Amitabha, the female donor said that entering your abdomen would have special meaning. I am just curious." Yang Yu shook his head and said, suddenly, Yang Yu looked at the witch with a strange look, "You are drinking Sprite. If you come out of that place, it will indeed have special meaning."

"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu and didn't understand much.

"Amitabha, that place is a good place, and all men yearn for it, let alone the female donor is such a beautiful woman, so more men want it. Those Sprites have special meanings, and I understand." Yang Yu nodded.

The witch looked at Yang Yu and her face suddenly turned dark. She now understood what Yang Yu meant.

"Amitabha Buddha, the female donor is indeed a natural wonderful thing. Although I have never seen it, I have heard of it. It was because of a poem for this wonderful thing that the world called the Poetry Buddha." Yang Yu's eyes rolled around and looked at the witch.

"..." The witch didn't say anything, and sat there stiffly, unable to explain clearly what his expression was. Anyway, it was pitch black and his mood was not very good.

"I will show my ugly words to the female donor. Today I will write a poem to let the female donor know where the name of the poem Buddha came from." Yang Yu smiled, stood up directly, looked up at the sky, and put his hands together.

"This poem takes 77479 days for the poor monks, and they study and revise it every day. It can be said that every word is gem and has an extremely vivid image. I also ask the female donor to comment. This poem is:

The mysterious yellow of creation embodies the magical mechanism, and the beautiful girl hides famous tools between her legs.

The lotus petals condense the flower dew, and the peach blossom land enters the Yao Pond.

How to write about soft and soft paintings in the painting? When the color is difficult to dye the red color.

It was Cangjie's rogue, and his wonderful objects were pictographic and painted."

After a passionate recitation, Yang Yu recited this wonderful poem with great enthusiasm, turned to look at the witch, Yang Yu asked with a smile, "Female donor, I wonder if I can afford the title of Buddha in poetry?"

"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu with a dark face, not knowing what to say, but there was a blush on her face. I don't know if it was caused by drinking or because of a little shame and anger.

"Female donor?" Yang Yu looked at the witch with a smile and said.

"Monk, why are you so vulgar? Is it a flower monk? But how old are you, why do you write such a poem?" The witch said speechlessly, with a little angry face.

"Amitabha, I just accidentally heard Master talk about that wonderful thing, and Master's daily influence, so I came up with this poem." Yang Yu looked at the witch and said with a smile.

"..." The witch didn't say anything and looked at Yang Yu speechlessly.

He really doesn't know what kind of strength Yang Yu's master and Yang Yuwen are. He can write such poems, and there are so many people in this sect...

The witch shook her head, looking speechless.

"Female donor, can I afford to be the title of Poetry Buddha?" Yang Yu asked again.

"If you really only know such poetry, I think you should change your name to Monk Hua." The witch said speechlessly.

"What?" Yang Yu looked at the witch in shock, looking incredible.

"The facts I told," the witch nodded, looking at Yang Yu, with a strange expression.

"I am not convinced by Amitabha Buddha. I must prove myself today," Yang Yu said with an unhappy expression. "This female donor, I am in this situation and write a poem again, which will definitely shock the donor."

"Stop using such shameless poems, don't use me to write poems." The witch raised her two fingers and stared at Yang Yu and said in a bad tone.

"This..." Yang Yu hesitated with embarrassment.

"If you can't do it, stop talking. Practice and I'll take you to rob and compensate you." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch curled her lips speechlessly.

"Of course, I am a poet Buddha. Isn't it easy to write a poem improvisation?" Yang Yu smiled strangely, and then clasped his hands together again, looking up at the night sky.

"This poem is written based on this situation and this scene, with a magnificent content, and must be an unprecedented creation. This poem is:

There is a fish in Beiming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.

It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills, one is secret and the other is slightly spicy!”

Yang Yuwen looked very happy. This feeling and scene, and a poem that was still so grand, Yang Yu was in a very comfortable mood.

"Uh..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's face was extremely strange and the corners of her mouth kept beating.

"Amitabha, I am so talented. This poem will surely be remembered forever." Yang Yu looked at the darkness around him and said loudly.

"Where do you get the confidence?" The witch looked at Yang Yu with a very strange face. She was speechless at Yang Yu now.

ps: Stabilized updates in the future, and will be updated every morning. Everyone doesn’t have to wait for it or stay up late, hehe...
Chapter completed!