Chapter 1838 Billionaire Rich Woman (31)

Game setting Gong Yehuai likes wine and lust but does not deny his talent, so he appreciates talented people and will help He Boyi this time.

When Gong Yehuai ordered people to get the silver coins, He Boyi saw the poems on the table beside him.

The player Fat Uncle, who had just written a poem, had no reaction when he saw He Boyi appear. But when He Boyi walked to the table, his eyelids jumped.

He quickly remembered that this poem was not He Boyi's, so he should be fine and felt relieved.

After reading the poem, He Boyi's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Brother Gongye, do you also like Mr. Mei Song's poems? So you two are here to appreciate Mr. Mei Song's poems?"

The player's fat uncle's face changed drastically. Only two words sounded in his mind: finished.

He remembered that He Boyi must have known about Mei Song a hundred years later than Mei Song.

He Boyi, He Boyi, you can come anytime, why did you come at this time?

Gong Yehuai stared at the player Fat Uncle and asked about He Boyi's poems. Only then did He Boyi know what was going on and just dealt with the player Fat Uncle.

The fat uncle of the player, who scolded fiercely but without using any curse words, retorted even a word. He thought of another thing.

He Boyi was a reckless man among scholars. He would scold everyone, even when facing the emperor.

A history teacher once said that if the emperor had been a wise king, He Boyi would not have ended up watching the decline of the dynasty, powerless and depressed.

After He Boyi cursed him loudly, the fat uncle of the player was already ashamed.

Grandma's game has been officially restored. Who can withstand being scolded by He Boyi? The person who wrote He Boyi's lines must have thoroughly studied all of He Boyi's works, including various manuscripts.

I scolded him for ten minutes without even using the same words. When he went out, I had to go to the forum to share. I couldn't let him be scolded alone.

Gong Yehuai's character naturally couldn't stand people who plagiarized other people's works. He immediately drew his sword and cut the player's fat uncle in half: "It's better to throw such waste into the peach forest and make fertilizer."

"A good cut, a good cut." Although He Boyi is a scholar, he has seen the world and only thinks that Gong Yehuai's sword relieves his anger.

They didn't know that the player Fat Uncle started complaining about his experience in the game after he went out, causing many players to come here specifically to "enjoy" He Boyi's insults.

Qian Yan stared at the direction He Boyi left for a long time without looking back.

"What's wrong?" Gong Yehuai asked.

"He Boyi was a little different when he came and when he left. I saw a small soul fragment attached to him."

"So it's possible for him to wake up?"

Qian Yan is not sure about this. At present, she can only guess that it has something to do with Gong Yehuai.

Gong Yehuai was even more confused when he learned that he was related to him. How could this be related to him?

"I am a swordsman. It is true that during the Southern Dynasties, no one was my opponent, but I am not an immortal and I don't have the ability to gather the soul fragments of the dead."

If he had the ability, something like this wouldn't have happened. He might have become an immortal long ago.

There may be no reason why Qian Yan is silent. The special setting of this world is that Gong Yehuai is destined to provide the existence of golden fingers.

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The discussion on the Gongye Huai Tomb continues to be hot on the Internet.

In addition, the player Fat Uncle revealed that he was scolded by an NPC in the game for ten minutes without saying anything similar.

(End of chapter)