The masterpiece of this!! For a moment, the banquet was completely silent.

Several of the family members of God held their heads and cried bitterly, and could hear people's sobs and people's crying... At some point, God Wuming sat next to the threshold with a wine gourd, gurgling his head and drinking wine. His vicissitudes of eyes were already red.

A line of clear tears slid from the corners of my eyes.

The atmosphere of the banquet became sad and miserable as this poem came out.

The festive banquet seemed to have become a mourning service in an instant.

Zhangu and others lowered their heads and said nothing.

Maybe they have some disagreements, but they seem to be unworthy of saying it.

After all, it was not them who spent these twenty years on this battlefield.

"Master Qin Street, would you like to give a poem?"

Perhaps he felt that the atmosphere was too solemn, so the magician wiped the tears from his eyes and asked at Qin Mo with a smile.

The people from the Luoshen family around them also started to cheer with a smile.

"Mr. Qin, come one!"

"Yes! Street Master Qin, your "Hero Sigh" is still my favorite poem."

"Master Qin, come quickly!"

Qin Mo looked at Shen Yize, who was sitting in the main seat, lowered his head and silently, and then looked at everyone pretending to be laughing.

He wanted to refuse.

But at this moment, he seemed to have to say something again.

Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly walked out and came to the center of the banquet hall.

Shen Ying, Chen Wan and others put down the chopsticks in their hands and looked at him seriously. All their eyes gathered on Qin Mo at this time.

Qin Mo pondered for a moment and slowly raised his head.

"The ancient camps of more than ten miles have been singed together with horns of eight hundred miles!"

"The broken branch battle flag rises with the wind, and the souls of the troops fall!"

As Qin Mo's poem rose, the members of the Shen family couldn't help but look at each other, and stood there in a daze.

The wine gourd that Shen Wuming had just raised stopped at his mouth. His careless eyes turned to Qin Mo in the hall and stared at his back.

Qin Mo walked to the table, raised the wine pot, drank the wine in the pot, and wiped his mouth happily.

"Forget all sentient beings here suffer, and return to the great heroes of the nine provinces!"

"Take our God's clothes and protect our... Chinese man!"

When Qin Mo's last sentence fell heavily, he drank all the wine in the pot and was bold and unrestrained.

The banquet hall was silent.

People looked at the young man, the sad people just now couldn't help but smile.

Shen Yize raised his head and stared at Qin Mo in a daze.

Many people have not yet come back to their senses from this poem.

Everyone was stunned and a little stunned. They were completely shocked by the majesty in this poem.

There were more than ten miles of ancient camps, and horns were roaring together with eight hundred miles! The broken branches and flags were swelling with the wind, and the souls of thousands of soldiers were falling! I forgot that all living beings were suffering, and I returned the great heroes of the nine provinces! Take our clothes from the gods and protect our Chinese man! "Take my gods and protect our Chinese man..." Shen Wuming looked at the stars in the distance and couldn't help but murmur.

He suddenly looked at the hall and couldn't help asking, "What's this poem called?"

"The General."

As he said that, Qin Mo slowly rushes to everyone present and bows.
Chapter completed!