"Is there anyone who has a better one?"
"I do! Yearning for thousands of miles, the moon is hanging alone!"
"Me too!"
In a short while, several people present recited the poem of Yearning.
"Does anyone else want to say anything?"
Yan Wan 'er smiled as she watched the people present speak one after another.
"Of course, there's also this king!"
At this moment, Red King saw that the noise below had finally ended, so he said loudly.
"Miss Wan 'er, listen to my poem."
"It's not a matter of heaven yet. It should be Chang'e who threw it to someone!"
When she heard this poem, Yan Wan 'er's expression froze.
How could she not understand the Red King?
However, she did not expect the Red King to be able to compose such a poem.
"Haha, Red King, your poem is really good!"
Yan Wan 'er was stunned for two seconds before she quickly praised.
"That poem is nothing. I have something better!"
At this moment, Qilin finally stood up.
