Although this is his thought space, the sand in his hands is like real, with a real texture, and Xia Fei can even feel the moisture.

"What big man did you kill? Will you be wanted by the whole universe?" Xia Fei gradually determined in his heart that this person's identity was a ghost. Ordinary people could not hide in time, so no one deducted the wanted order on himself.

"You still don't know about this." The ghost picked up a small stone and threw it into the sea.

"The sea! You are so big, the sky, you are so blue, the sky and the sea, you are always so quiet."

"Stop!" Xia Fei covered his ears with both hands, "What's this?"

"Is it ugly? This is a poem I have carefully written." The ghost said with blinking eyes.

"Bah! It's not just unpleasant, it's simply vulgar!" Xia Fei said without hesitation. Listening to this kind of thing is simply a kind of mental torture.

"I am a killer and a poet." The ghost said proudly.

Well.

Xia Fei was speechless, "Then I advise you to be a killer honestly."

The ghost was very dissatisfied, "My master often said that I am more talented than a killer as a poet."

"Your master is lying to you."

Suddenly, the world was shrouded in a powerful murderous aura, and penetrated into his bone marrow through Xia Fei's skin.

"My master never lies." The ghost said coldly. He seemed to have suddenly become a different person. The ghost who liked to laugh at himself and play just now disappeared, and was replaced by a beast ready to go.

Xia Feiqing couldn't help but tremble. He didn't expect that when he talked about the master's ghost, he would be so serious.

"I'll take back what I just said." Xia Fei said helplessly. He didn't want to anger this super wanted criminal in the universe because of a joke.

The murderous aura that filled the air suddenly dissipated and the ghost laughed, and the speed of the attitude changed was astonishing.

"You admit now that I was fucking the poem just now?"

Xia Fei blackened his face, "Fuck, very fucked."

"Listen to my song again." The ghost stood up excitedly, pointing one hand at the distant sea, and it was really like a literary youth.

"The sea, you have so many fish. Fish, you are so delicious."

After hearing this ancient and modern poem, Xia Fei suddenly felt goose bumps and wanted to pull his ears off.

"Fuck!" Xia Fei slapped, "That's so fucking."

"It's really fucking?" asked the ghost.

Xia Fei gave a thumbs up and said with bad intentions: "Absolutely, the number one fucking in the universe is yours."

The ghost was immediately energetic after Xia Fei's sank. He put his hands on his waist and faced the sunset. "I am very excited today and have many inspirations. I decided to write another poem."

"No!" Xia Fei said hurriedly: "The inspiration must be used with some care, and it will be gone after it is used up."

The ghost was puzzled, "Is that true?"

"For some people, yes." Xia Fei murmured in a low voice.

"Let's do it." Xia Fei's eyes rolled and said, "I'll read a poem for you."

The ghost nodded with interest and sat aside, looking humbly asking for advice.

Xia Fei lay on the beach and cleared his throat.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, and how much will it know about the past."

"The building was windy again last night, and my hometown was unbearable to look back at the moonlight."

"The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces are changed."

"I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

The ghost's eyes emitted a bright luster, "I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

After reciting it for more than ten times, I became a little confused.

"Oh, such a good killer, I have to learn from others to recite poems and essays. It's so pitiful." Xia Fei thought to himself.

"This poem is really. It's really." The ghost was so excited that he choked on the spot.

"That's all, this is the accumulation of five thousand years of culture." Xia Fei said lightly.

"Tell me, let's teach me another song?" The ghost said anxiously. It could be seen that this killer comrade really likes poetry and is simply obsessed with it.
Chapter completed!