"Throw it down?"

"uh-huh!"

Xiao Zhengtai took the first couplet and threw it down first.

"Look, something seems to be rolling down from the hot air balloon!"

The banners rolled down, and a large Chinese character with flying dragons and phoenixes unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

"Crush the grass and make pulp, and the clouds will rise from the mat!"

"here we go again!"

"Cut the sheets into volumes, and the books will be passed down through the ages!"

"Good connection!"

"Good words!"

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Chapter completed!