Chapter 1216 What Is the Relationship Between Me and Heixinwa!

"What?" Yang Yu looked at the witch in shock, with an incredulous expression on her face.

"I'm telling the truth," the witch nodded, looking at Yang Yu with a strange expression.

"The poor monk Amitabha is dissatisfied, and he has to prove himself today," Yang Yu said with an unhappy face, "This female benefactor, the poor monk wrote another poem based on this situation, which will definitely shock the benefactor."

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

"This..." Yang Yu hesitated in embarrassment.

"If you can't do it, don't talk, and practice a little bit, I will take you to rob and make up for you."

Looking at Yang Yu, the witch curled her lips in a very speechless manner.

"Naturally, the poor monk is a Buddha of poetry. Isn't it easy to improvise a poem?" Yang Yu smiled strangely, put his hands together again, and looked up at the night sky.

"This poem is based on this situation and the scene. The content is majestic and magnificent. It must be an unprecedented creation. This poem is:

There is a fish in Dark North, its name is Kun, and Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.

It turns into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng is so big, it needs two grills, one is secret and the other is slightly spicy! "

Yang Yu's face was full of joy. In this situation, reciting a poem, which is still such a vigorous poem, Yang Yu's mood is extremely comfortable.

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

"Amitabha, the poor monk is so talented, this poem will surely be famous forever." Yang Yu looked at the darkness around him and said loudly.

"Where did you get your confidence?"

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 said to be unprecedented and never to be seen in the future? Do you think there is someone in this world who can compose a poem that is more wonderful than the poor monk's poem?"

Yang Yu looked at the witch in front of him with a very strange expression.

"Your poem is just the two of us here. I think if Kunpeng is here, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death!"

The witch looked at Yang Yu speechlessly, with a strange expression on her face.

"Amitabha, the poor monk naturally understands, so Kunpeng is no longer here, not to mention that the poor monk only expresses his feelings. Could it be that what the poor monk said is wrong?" Yang Yu looked at the witch, quite unhappy.

"Hehe, do you know where this is?" the witch said with a speechless smile,

"Amitabha, this place is in the dojo of Beihai Kunpeng." Yang Yu clasped his hands together.

"Then you still dare to say such a thing?" Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's expression was very strange.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is surprised by these words. It is precisely because the poor monk is here that he can express his feelings and write such poems."

Yang Yu sat down and looked at the witch, very speechless.

"..." The witch had nothing to say. Now that he knew why everyone in Baiduan Mountain called Yang Yu an unscrupulous monk, he had nothing to say.

Yang Yu stood up and stood alone at the bow of the boat, clasped his hands together, raised his head at 90 degrees and looked up at the sky, with one head... dressed in white clothes facing the wind, extremely elegant.

"There is a fish in Darkness of the North, its name is Kun, and the Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot.

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

Good poem, good poem! "

Yang Yu recited it again, liking this poem even more.

"boom!"

However, before Yang Yu pretended to be aggressive for half a minute, a terrifying black thunder suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the sky, directly blasting towards Yang Yu.

"Eh..." Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, the lightning was so fast that Yang Yu could almost dodge it, and was immediately overwhelmed by the black thunder.

"..." The witch sat there quietly, looking at Yang Yu speechlessly at first, but now she suddenly saw the black thunder court appearing out of thin air, killing Yang Yu, her expression became even weirder.

"My mother..."

Yang Yu yelled, and countless black thunders gushed out from his right hand, directly annihilating the thunders on his body.

However, Yang Yu, who just came out of the black thunder, had a very ugly face, extremely dark.

It wasn't because of the lightning strike, because the thunder did not cause the slightest harm to Yang Yu at all, it was entirely because of his dark face and extremely bad mood.

"You..." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch's eyelashes fluttered and her body trembled slightly, with a look of uncontrollable laughter.

"Fuck, pretend to be struck by lightning, pretend to be struck by lightning."

Yang Yu's face was dark, and he walked back to the table in a very speechless manner, and lowered his head in an extremely bad mood,

"puff……"

After listening to Yang Yu's words, the witch, who was able to hold back her smile, couldn't hold back immediately, and burst out laughing directly. The silver bell-like laughter made the corners of Yang Yu's mouth twitch continuously.

"Crack!" A minute later, before the laughter stopped, Yang Yu, whose face was dark, raised his hand and slammed it on the table.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, you little monk is too funny, ouch..." The witch held her belly, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

"Stop laughing, or don't blame me for being rude. It's dark and windy this month, and there's no one around. Be careful that the poor monk will force you!" Yang Yu's mouth twitched, and his face turned darker.

"Er..." The witch's laughter stopped suddenly, and she looked at Yang Yu in disbelief.

"It's good to stop." Yang Yu curled his lips and said very unhappily.

"You just said you were going to rape me?" The witch looked at Yang Yu, her beautiful eyes flickering.

"The poor monk doesn't want to talk to you." Yang Yu turned his head away, very upset.

"Hehehe... It's the first time I've heard someone dare to tell me that they want to force me. You are the first one, little monk." The witch didn't get angry, but smiled at Yang Yu, very angry.

"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 take it as a joke. My sister doesn't care about you."

The witch was happy enough, waved her hand and said,

"..." Yang Yu pouted, very disdainful,

"Hey, if you are a black hearted child, maybe I can still consider it. The little brother has a lot of background. He is also the husband of that girl Yuechan. I am more interested in him." The witch sat there, her eyes flickering. Said.

"How do you know what happened in the ancient holy courtyard?" Yang Yu froze 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, can be explained in one sentence. He is me, and I am him. This guy told me about this a long time ago."

Yang Yu pursed his lips and said confidently.