Don't Listen to Him

They were at the foot of the mountain, looking at the hundred-meter-tall tree in the distance. They were shocked.

Compared to the surrounding mountains, the willow tree was even bigger.

A willow tree as tall as a mountain was definitely not ordinary.

Ling Yun's face was filled with shock. "Ah, this tree is really tall. I want to recite a poem."

When Ling Feng heard these words, he quickly patted his head and laughed, "If you want to sing, sing in your live broadcast room."

"Alright then, it's a pity for such a talented poet like me," Ling Yun replied unhappily.

Ling Feng's face twitched when he heard what he said.

It was clearly not!

You obviously copied it!

'Even I admire your talent for being able to write a poem.'

'Even I don't know how to write poems, what do you know?' Ling Feng snorted in his heart.

Bai Xiaosa opened his eyes, which were full of twinkling stars.