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"The south wind does not use the palm fan, the gauze hat sleeps leisurely against the water gulls."

"From Li Jiayou's "The Bamboo House to Send the King and His Family", leisurely and comfortable."

...

"Tulle kitchen, light feather fan. Pillow is cold and the mat is cool in the deep courtyard. The mood is at this time. Nothing happens to the little fairy."

"From "Crane Soars to the Sky" by Zhou Bangyan."

With all this going back and forth, the netizens in the live broadcast room were simply stunned.

"Young lady is so awesome, I decided to pay attention."

"What kind of reaction speed is Wu Bai's?! His cultural reserve has no upper limit, right?"

"Is this how lonely it feels to be invincible?"

"It's like watching two masters fighting each other."

Just when the live broadcast room was filled with barrage, more and more netizens had followed the Internet cable to pay attention to Xiaomai's live broadcast room.

But at this moment, a netizen suddenly brushed the frequency infinitely.

"What age is it? What's the use of ancient poetry?!"

"What age is it? What's the use of ancient poetry?!"

"What age is it? What's the use of ancient poetry?!"

...

Wu Bai's brows were visible and slightly twisted.


Chapter completed!