Chapter 733: Bai Lu: Morax, I want, I want it

"Alright."

Seeing Xiao Cong say this, Jing Zhai sighed and said: "Then recite it."

Hearing Jing Zhai agree, Xiao Cong, the artisan from the Artisanship Commission, was pleasantly surprised and hurriedly said: "I give you all the insight that can be contained in my philosophy, as well as the creativity and frankness I can have in my life."

"I give you the sparks of emotion that a Vidyadhara has never possessed in a lifetime. I give you all the love I have managed to preserve."

"Jing Zhai, I like you!"

Jing Zhai: "......"

Hearing the words of Xiao Cong, the artisan from the Artisanship Commission, Jing Zhai was silent.

Under the expectant gaze of Xiao Cong, the artisan from the Artisanship Commission, Jing Zhai slowly spoke: "This is much better than the doggerel you wrote before. But I don't see your feelings; this isn't a poem you wrote yourself, is it?"

"I created the poet-immortal mechanism, the poems it writes are my poems."

Hearing Jing Zhai's words, Xiao Cong, the artisan from the Artisanship Commission, hurriedly said: "And do you know? There are as many such poems as you want; if you like them, I can keep writing them."

"It's over!"

Hearing this, Bai Lu, who had been watching all this, said with schadenfreude: "I just realized now that this guy doesn't have a bit of emotional intelligence in his brain."

"Hi."

Even Su Shang, who was thick-headed, shook her head with a sigh at this moment.

It's finished.

Clearly, Jing Zhai didn't hate this person too much, but this person's way of speaking was indeed problematic.

Thinking of this, Su Shang felt it was a pity.

Such a pity.

Sure enough.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jing Zhai was calm and said slowly: "Thank you, but I'm sorry, I don't accept it, please go back."

"I, I."

Hearing Jing Zhai's words, Xiao Cong, the artisan from the Artisanship Commission, who had been looking forward to it, turned pale.

Jing Zhai had rejected him.

"That's it."

Jing Zhai didn't even look at Xiao Cong and turned to leave; Xiao Cong was left dejected.

"I, I failed again."

Watching Jing Zhai leave, Xiao Cong looked at the Yin Qing San beside him with a pale face: "Mushroom, I failed again, do you have any better poems?"

"Miss Jing Zhai doesn't like poets, please recognize reality now."

The Yin Qing San broke Xiao Cong's fantasy with an expressionless face, making Xiao Cong's face even more miserable.

"There was no need for the poet-immortal mechanism from the beginning."

Qing Que walked over, spread her hands, and said: "Even with the best poems, it's of no use."

"Indeed."

The Yin Qing San said: "We put in so much effort, but not a single thing was related to Miss Jing Zhai."

"The Master gave the highest-cost, lowest-utility solution to the question of 'how to make Miss Jing Zhai fall in love with oneself': write love poems, but love poems cannot replace true care and communication."

"Well said."

Hearing the Yin Qing San's words, Qing Que looked at the Yin Qing San with approval.

Then she looked at Xiao Cong and said: "Have you truly understood Jing Zhai? Are you just writing poems up to now?"

"I, I thought that as long as I wrote the best poems, she would like me."

Hearing Qing Que's words, Xiao Cong's face was pale: "But, but I didn't expect." ===== CHAPTER 734 =====