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Song Shuhang gently coughed: “I'm sorry, I'm distracted. ”

Song Shuhang didn't feel right when he just said it... it was ambiguous.

“Don't be uncomfortable, Yoko Yu, be confident, you're proud of your long legs! With such long legs, the book sailed into obsession as a man. It was normal to be distracted.” The beans on one side make a sound.

Watching the heavens, Doudou, do you need such a timely explanation?

The corner of Song Shu's mouth twitched, he wanted to defend himself again, but as soon as the beans interjected, it was like yellow mud fell into the crotch, it was not shit, it was shit. Whatever he explains next, it gives a sense of cunning.

“We're not uncomfortable.” Yoshiko Yu hipped and laughed. She set her own little feet: “However, it was the first time Senior Song was staring at our legs. ”

“Because he used to have aesthetic problems.” Doudou Dao: “Book sailing used to think that a woman's legs had nothing to look like. He thought that a man had legs himself, but a woman's legs were whiter and longer, so he couldn't understand his roommate's leg control properties before. ”

Song Shuhang ate a whale: “Wow, how do you know that? ”

He never mentioned this to Beans, did he?

Beans read minds, too?

No, he never even thought about it before.

“Last time I made the movie, I heard your roommate chat about it. Oh, your roommate lacks enough vigilance for a lovely little kimba, and I squatted by them and heard it.” The beans are proud of the ocean lane.

“Senior Big Song ~ ~ Your old thoughts were very dangerous, I'm glad you didn't turn into a controlling man's leg.” Jiang Ziyan smiled softly and the purple light flashed in her eyes, making her look particularly bad.

Song Shuhang: “Sister Ziyang, not Senior Song, we are still good friends. ”

“If you don't call me Senior Big Song, do you want to read the first word twice with a trembling voice and call it out again?” Jiang Ziyang smiled badly.

“The words of the first Holy Name tremble twice? What is this?” Yoshiko Yu asked curiously.

Beans: “You didn't know about Yoko Yuba? The first word of the sacred name of Book Sailing trembles and reads out, it is Ba ~ Ba Song, which is particularly interesting. ”

Song Shuhang said seriously: “I don't have a son like you, Doudou. ”

Beans: "Huh? Shit... I fought with you, Song! ”

Beans fly up and bite on Song Shuhang's arm.

“Spit it out, damn it, spit it out, or I'll smash your teeth with Steel Hand. I'll count to five, or you won't be welcome!” Song Shuhang shouted, swinging his arm hard, but the beans bit his arm dead and didn't say a word. It waves with Song Shuhang's arms, swinging up and down...

“So that's the tune of ‘Dad’.” Yoshiko Yu closed her eyes and laughed.

She remembered a possibility.

If one day she has the chance to promote eight products, take a tune with the holy name ‘Mama’, such as [Hemp Fairy, Qian Zi], when others call her holy name, it is cheap.

No, no, no. This is too much. It's too much. This death still doesn't do well.

Yoshiko Yu occasionally does some interesting things and does some big news.

But before she gets into the big news, she'll think about the price she might have to pay if she gets through the big news.

It's a good habit for her to be able to restrain herself all the time and not make big fires.

On the other hand, Song Shuhang finally threw the beans off his arm.

Meanwhile, he took a look around the concert venue.

“The concert venue is full of people, and Senior Fortune is really going to sing at 4: 00 pm?” Song Shuhang spoke out.

During the conversation, he suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

He felt the Pope might make a big story.

Because a lot of people come to the concert with a pair of 'powerful earplugs'.

For example, Jiang Ziyang prepared earplugs that would have a 'pierced eardrum’ effect.

Wouldn't the Pope's concert be much less effective if he sang on time at 4: 00 p.m. and everyone touched his earplugs?

So, will the Pope of Culture make a surprise attack and suddenly sing in advance?

And when he thought about it… on the concert stage, all of a sudden, eight light columns lit up.

The lights were then turned off throughout the venue.

The venue was already in a sealed space, and after the lights went off, the scene was dark, leaving only eight light columns on the concert stage.

[Wang Tian, Senpai is really going to make a surprise attack!] Song Shu sailor hastily went to touch earplugs.

At the same time, he read his mind and summoned the 'Great Turtle' from the core world.

Senior Turtle said to listen to the concert, I just remembered talking to Yoko Yu and forgot to bring him out for a while.

But just in time, the concert begins, and Senior Turtle will not miss this grand concert.

“Yo, I thought you were gonna forget me.” The Great Turtle Lane.

Song Shuhang: “Haha, Senior Turtle, the concert is about to start, just in time. ”

when ~ ~

Heavy metal handover sounds.

Subsequently, eight small aircraft appeared directly above the light column, which should have been a manipulator refined by the Pope.

“Huh? The concert hasn't started yet, has it? Didn't you say it didn't start until 4: 00? ”

“Maybe it's a rehearsal? It's not even 4: 00 yet, and there are a lot of people on their way, and the concert can't start so early. ”

“I heard that the big concerts still need to adjust the lights and so on. The recent mixing of Kazuku Daoyou in the music industry is also a feng shui. Although this is an extra small concert for us, adjusting the lights and so on must be small. ”

“There are all kinds of audio equipment and electronics that need to be done in advance, and the concert is not that simple. ”

A consoling voice rang out.

When people hear these comforting voices, it makes sense.

The concert doesn't start until 4: 00. It's normal to adjust the lights, adjust the audio equipment, etc., before it starts.

By this time, Song Shuhang had quickly plugged his earplugs into his ear.

The moment he put it on his earbuds, he felt his world quiet.

I can't hear anything.

“Hu ~” Song Shuhang relieved.

Next, the king's song to him was‘ He made him strong, the breeze swept the hill ', and he couldn't sing any more. Ha-ha-ha.

Knock, knock, knock.

With a string of noises, the light columns on the stage of the concert became brighter and brighter.

In the light column, eight shadows appear.

The figure in the four columns on the left, in the position of Terminator, squatted half to the ground.

The figure in the four light columns on the right holds the parchment in a contemplative position.

Each shadow has a naked upper body, and their muscles bulge up and are filled with rigid beauty.

“Wait, am I mistaken, the eight make-believers?” Song Shuhang's eyes widened.

Eight shadows in the light column, all of them made seniors!

Split? Puppet art? Mirror?

Whatever the technique, a cultivating pope can already send people to heaven, eight cultivating popes... enough to perish?

However, after the emergence of the eight cultivating popes, they did not sing, they merely maintained the posture.

A moment later, the columns of light dimmed and the eight make-up princes disappeared.

[Looks like it's really debugging the lights?] Some Daoists who have removed the earplugs and placed them in their ears ready, darkly relieved their breath, and also let go of their hands holding the earplugs.

But what happened to the eight gods?

Others are somewhat worried about pinching their earplugs - a set of earplugs in the district. Can you resist the power of the Pope X 8 song?

There was some discomfort in their hearts.

“It's a technology, right? It's a 3D image or something? I've seen similar technology before, but it's not perfect. The 3D projection technology used by the Cultivator King has been perfected, and the eight Cultivators look alive.” A friend made a sound.

“If it's a tech projection, that's fine. I'm afraid the King of Culture has gathered eight identities and summoned the Dragon.” There's a friendly way.

“Eight identities is not easy unless they are puppet identities. But the words of the puppet are not the main body, even if it sings, the song of the main body is not lethal, don't worry.” There's a friend.

In the talking room, another light column lit up on the stage.

This time the light column is thicker and bigger than before.

In the light column, countless photoparticles appear.

The light particles dispersed and then appeared in a small white suit with long hair to create the Pope.

He didn't say anything, just half closed his eyes and lifted his hands.

All the Daoists in the venue were attracted to the past and could not help but stare at the Builder.

“The photoparticle that makes Daoyou appear is a simple spell that attracts people's attention and belongs to the fascinating system.” An incoming sound appeared in Song Shuhang's mind.

It is the voice of the ancient Lake Guan Zhenjun.

Song Shuhang looked around quietly.

With the exception of Yoshiko Yu and Kenichi Liu, several other 'Jiuzhou Group I' Daoists have earplugs.

We are all our own people, and we all guessed the mind of the Creator Pope.

Yoshiko Yu is not wearing earplugs because she is on the same channel as the Kaiju Pope to enjoy music. She feels sincerely that the Kaiju Pope's song is beautiful and beautiful.

As for Brother Liu Jianyi, perhaps a lazy earplug? Or maybe it's because of Sooko Yu's face?

At this point, the Pope struck a thumb.

The next moment, a joyful instrument accompanied the sound.

The Pope of Creation stepped forward and the lights gathered on him.

As he walked, his clothes changed.

A ray of light converged and dissipated.

Afterwards, only a Leather Pant was worn by the Pope, who appeared before the crowd. In his hand, there was an extra silver microphone.

With the wind blowing, the long hair of the Cultivator King flies with the wind.

“ready_go!” The Creator waved hard.

Behind him, eight light columns lit up again.

Eight previously vanished cultivators reappeared. They also have an extra silver microphone...