Need for a Guard

Zeng Tong and Meng Chen were completely stupid!

Their super strong self-confidence collapsed in an instant, and their haughty and invincible hearts were completely crushed to pieces. .

Meng Chen once thought that he was 100% sure of winning, not only because Zeng Tong's wine poems are wonderful, they are not classics handed down from generation to generation, and it is difficult to surpass them!

He also has darker tricks in ambush - because he has hundreds of powerful 'water troops' who have been bribed, hiding among thousands of talents.

No matter how good Shi Yue's wine poems are, as long as these trolls are mobilized to slander, sarcasm, and guide public opinion, Shi Yue's poems, no matter how outstanding they are, may become a piece of shit.

Even if Shi Yue's wine poems faintly surpass Zeng Tong's artistic conception, it is difficult to keep pace with Zeng Tong under the repulsion of the "water army".

Therefore, Zeng Tong's strength combined with Meng Chen's cunning methods are enough to make Shi Yue willing to bow down.

However, the future is always full of too many surprises, and the current situation is completely different from the imagination.

Meng Chen never expected that Shi Yue would write such a wonderful poem that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods. It is so wonderful that even the "naval troops" he bought are immersed in the majestic and sad poems, no matter how Meng Chen winks at them , the sailors were indifferent.

Hunting geese all day long, and finally being pecked by geese and blinded!

If you don't leave now, when will you stay? 36 It's the best way to plan, taking advantage of everyone's immersion in the artistic conception, this is a good opportunity for him to escape.

Meng Chen bowed and was about to escape when the charming woman hanging above the escalator on the third floor flicked her hand lightly, and a stone shot out quickly.

Just hit the bend of Meng Chen's leg!

"Oh...it hurts..."

Meng Chen felt weak and fell on his back, just in time to see the seductive woman hanging under the escalator with only one pale finger. .

Meng Chen was so itchy to watch, his eyes were unblinking, radiating obscene light, and he forgot to get up and run away for a moment.

That woman had a beautiful smile like a flower at first, but when she saw Meng Chen greedily looking over, her peach-like face turned cold in an instant.

His eyes were as cold as knives and as sharp as a sword. He 'stabbed' Meng Chen's fat and oily face, and suddenly he hooked his small hand, like a butterfly gracefully disappearing from sight.

Meng Chen was 'stabbed' by those sharp eyes, and trembled all over, only when he came back to his senses did he realize the danger.

Just as he was about to escape again, the door was already blocked by the furious Bai Mochou!

"Where to run? Do you want to escape if you lose?"

Bai Mochou was like a god, looking down at Meng Chen who staggered to the ground, and laughed wildly, "Did you go crazy, did you hit the iron plate this time? My prospective son-in-law, you, a rotten egg, can knock him out too?"

Shi Yue drank a pot of wine, drunk with tenderness, thinking that the farewell comrades in arms would see each other forever, Weikong sighed with regret, the man's tears wet the front of his clothes.

Standing on the high platform, Li Xianyu was infected by Jiu Poetry, and wanted to rush into Shi Yue's arms to feel his tragic ups and downs.

But thinking that he was still the star-studded flower waiting for Xiao Shitou to pick the unowned flower, he had no choice but to stand obediently on the high platform, staring at Xiao Shitou's muscular back in a daze.

Red Apricot, Baisu, and Youlan don't have so many worries.

They surrounded Shi Yue from three sides, Hong Xing and You Lan each held Shi Yue's arms, leaning gently on his broad shoulders.

From behind, Bai Su hugged Shi Yue's muscular waist as if no one else was there, his soft and plump body leaned against Shi Yue tightly, smelling the fresh and slightly alcoholic man's breath in his nose, weeping with joy in his heart, and murmured softly: "Brother Shisan, you are a good man in Susu's mind of 'Wenzhiwugong', Susu... Susu loves you to death..."

Bai Mochou hurriedly covered her face when she saw it: This girl is ignorant, she is so popular, why did she get into someone's arms?What a shame!

But I was very proud in my heart: Look at my son-in-law, who has never been seen before, who will never come after, hehe... It is still my precious daughter who has good eyesight and is blessed, and she picked up the treasure right away.

Shi Yue finally regained his soul from the disappointment, only then did he realize that he was intimately surrounded by three beauties.

"What are you doing? Why are you looking at greedy little stars?"

Shi Yue moved, but was still hugged tightly by the intoxicated Bai Su, helplessly pinched Bai Su's pale fingers, and hurriedly said: "Susu, let go quickly, do you want to embarrass your father?"

Susu's finger hurts, and she finally came back from the fascination, only to realize that her actions just now were a bit indecent, a layer of pink appeared on her pretty face, she still bit her pink lip, and said shamefully: "What are you throwing away? Who is it?" Didn't know you were my husband? I didn't hold anyone else..."

Shi Yue touched Bai Su's greasy little face, and said teasingly: "Except for me, which man would dare to let you hug him? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore."

Bai Su pointed at Bai Mochou playfully, and asked narrowly, "Where is my father hugging me?"

Shi Yue Khan: "4023￥..."

After teasing a few words with Bai Su, Shi Yue finally woke up from the sadness and confusion, looked at the high platform from afar, and gave Li Xianyu a smug look.

She waved her hand to Little Lolita again, and Little Lolita touched the switch, and the window was closed, blocking the bright and quiet moonlight outside.

Without the lingering of the romantic moonlight, the talents finally returned to reality from the shock.

Shi Yue walked to the front, with a super confident face, he said to Zeng Tongdao, "Mr. Zeng, how about my poem? Compared with your poem, which one is better?"

Shi Yue's sharp questioning, like a knife like a sword, pierced Zeng Tong's internal organs, Zeng Tong's face was flushed, his expression was dull, and he couldn't answer a word.

Shi Yue shook his head, and said to Zeng Shan: "A knowledgeable son is like a father, since the young master does not answer, I should ask Mr. Zeng to answer for you. How does my poem compare to the young master?"

Zeng Shan cherishes his feathers, how dare he treat a deer as a horse in front of all the talented people - even if he wants to, he probably won't be able to.

"Shi Baihu's great talent is admirable!" Zeng Shan had to sigh heavily - just this answer shows that he has no choice but to admit the reality.

Shi Yue cheered up and yelled at the drunken and red-faced talents: "Gentlemen, the decision is in your hands. Now I ask everyone, is it me, the son of the moon, Shi San, who won, or the champion Lang Zeng?" Tong won?"

Thousands of talents didn't even think about it, and said in unison: "Shi San! Shi San! Shi San! Shi San..." The expressions were excited, and the voice was like thunder, almost collapsing the ceiling.

The deafening yelling lasted for a long time, and it was only after Shi Yue's repeated gestures that he calmed down.

At this time, Meng Chen had been driven back to the hall by Bai Mochou, and he was obsessively hiding behind Zeng Shan, wanting to seek shelter.

With an indifferent smile on his face, Shi Yue walked up to Meng Chen with the document in his hand, looked into his helpless eyes, and said with a smile: "Young Master Meng, in black and white, I am willing to admit defeat! Now, please fulfill your promise, Mr. Meng." 2c presents a wonderful feast for all talents!"