The vast universe is filled with the water of the River Styx.

In the river, there are huge waves from time to time, and occasionally all kinds of strange creatures jump out of it.

"This is really beautiful."

Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I remembered a poem from our hometown."

"Poetry? You can write poetry? Are you a poet? But poets have no status on the mainland, and no one takes them seriously."

Qingluo smiled curiously.

In the prehistoric continent, people don’t pay much attention to art. What matters most is cultivation.

The stronger you are, the higher your status is, and the more respected you are.

Only those who are born unable to practice cultivation, or those who have extremely low talent for cultivation, will be able to "recite" poems and compose couplets. However, no matter how earth-shattering your poetic sentiment is, in the eyes of others, you are garbage.

Tang Xiaobao blinked and said, "How about I read it to you?"

"Okay, even though I don't like poetry, I'd love it if it was written by you."

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed.

How crazy must this be.

Well, he started reciting poetry.

"O sea! You are all water!"

"Horse, you have four legs!"

"Beautiful lady, you are so beautiful!"

"There's a mouth under the nose!"

Qingluo was laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten her back.

The branches and flowers are shaking!

She had never expected that Tang Xiaobao had such a funny and humorous side.

Seeing her smiling so happily, Tang Xiaobao also smiled.

The reason why he wanted to recite poetry was actually to make Qingluo smile.

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