"To lose to me, isn't that doomed? Do you think it will change? " Qin Mo's face showed a strange color.

After hearing this, Mei GUI became more angry: "ye Liangchen, I will see how good your poems are today. Now, let's start with you."

"Well, in that case, I'm not polite." Qin Mo said lightly.

"If you read one, I'll drink a pot of wine!" Meigui said immediately.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains in succession, and the pedestrians on the road want to die. If you ask where there is a restaurant, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village Qin Mo has already started. He takes a step forward.

Mei GUI immediately drinks a pot of wine.

After Qin Mo saw it, he continued to walk a step, and said: "wine luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink pipa, immediately urge.". Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought back in ancient times

Mei GUI listens and drinks a pot of wine.

But without waiting for him to continue drinking, Qin Mo took another step: "smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night visit Qinhuai near restaurant. The women of the Shang Dynasty did not know the hatred of their country's subjugation, and they still sang "flowers in the back yard" across the river

Next, Qin Mo does not wait for Mei GUI to drink. Every step he takes, he reads a poem.

"It's not true that one step becomes a poem and one lies in a trough?"

"It's so wonderful. This kind of poetic talent is indeed an outstanding talent!"

"I only heard seven steps into a poem before, but I didn't expect to see Mr. Ye become a poem one step at a time!"

“....”

After hearing this, they couldn't believe it was true. Qin Mo didn't mean to stop. He read a poem every step he took.

Yin Ling couldn't help sighing. Fortunately, he didn't fight Qin Mo's poems. Otherwise, wouldn't he look for abuse himself?

Mrs. yuan only felt that the yuan force in her body was constantly improving. She knew that she was about to break through. Qin Mo helped her a lot!

Of course, the most embarrassing person on the scene now is Mei GUI. He feels that he is here to drink. Qin Mo has read 99 poems. NIMA, in the end, doesn't stop?

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns Hu'er will exchange wine with you for eternal sorrow. " Qin Mo finished reading it again. This is the 100th poem. One poem at a time, one hundred in a row. If it hadn't been seen by his own eyes, how could people believe it was true? This is not the man!

"I wanted to read a few more songs, but in this way, there will be no chance for you to show kidney deficiency. OK, let you read a few songs first, and I'll read them again. I'm a bit dry, so I'll have a few drinks first!" After Qin Mo Nian finished drinking, he said.

“....” After hearing Qin Mo's words, the corners of their mouth twitch at the same time. He hasn't finished reading it yet? We'll continue later? Do you want to be so tough?

One hundred poems in a row can still be read. Can't he copy them?

But none of the poems Qin Mo read just now is what they have heard before. How could it be copied?

Mei GUI's eyes are a little complicated at this time. He had already prepared 20 or 30 poems. He wanted to compare with Qin Mo, but now he is still a fart? Who can read a hundred poems step by step like Qin Mo?

"I..." Meigui's lips moved. It was too difficult for him to admit that he had lost.

"What are you? Read the poem Qin Mo holds up a wine cup way.

People present can feel how embarrassed Mei GUI is. Is this a hundred poems that ordinary people can read out? It can't be good at all!