"Ooh..." Xiang Yun's tone was not small, it really made Lin Feng and all the people present be taken aback.
But immediately, this kind of surprise changed flavor, Lin Feng only felt that this little Princely Heir in front of him was really making a death wish, all to this point even dared to pretend to pretend to be profound!
Don't look at him to be able to make a poem in one third of an incense burner, this is what he has accumulated for decades as one day, and Xiang Yun counts for nothing, an uneducated generation, also want to compare with himself, I'm afraid that even if you give him to burn ten columns of incense, he can't put a fart!
"Hmph, brat, just procrastinate, when this pillar of incense is burned out, I'll see what you still have to pretend with."
It wasn't just Lin Feng,
