He finally realized that other than the little girl who had some mistakes in her understanding of Li Bai, the other poets were not bad.
At the very least, she had answered Su Shi and Du Fu correctly.
Su Ye:"..."Hehe.
Su Shi and Du Fu laughed from the depths of hell.
As for Li Bai, he probably wanted to climb out of his coffin and tell ye sang whether he was a poet or an assassin.
Su Ye also did not know where this child's weird conclusion came from.
He pressed his temples slightly, feeling that if this went on, this child would be brainwashed by the game.
The man dragged his last syllable lazily and could not help but laugh. "Little Ye sang, can you think of something good all the time?"
"Li Bai is a good poet, but you forcibly misinterpreted him as an assassin."
If this F * cking Li Bai knew, he would die with a grievance.
The Little Guy raised his childish little face and said crisply, "But..."
