The night allures the city with a cold sneer.

"You..." Senior Brother Xu was furious.

Ye Qingcheng raised his chin slightly, his eyes were thin and cold, and he looked at the four senior brothers and sisters sarcastically: "I have traveled in the heavenly realm, walked through Zhonglin Mountain, sat on a boat in the Apocalypse Sea, and smelled the fragrance of flowers in the divine realm.

I've heard of opera.

I didn't know that a Lingxu master craftsman in Zhonglin Mountain had a status comparable to King Zhonglin.

My empress is on an equal footing with King Zhong Lin. What does it mean for you to question me with such ferocious faces and harsh words?

Is it Master Lingxu who has the intention of overtaking the servants and occupying the magpie's nest, or are you and the others guilty of being arrogant and arrogant in front of the Eastern Emperor?"

"What are you talking about? We masters and disciples respect King Zhong Lin. King Zhong Lin is our belief in our hearts and is the god of Zhong Lin. How dare you blaspheme?"

A senior brother said.

Senior Sister Mu sneered: "There is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon next to the empress. This must be Ye Qingcheng, a disciple of the Qin Sect. I didn't expect that actors these days are also masters of sophistry. I admire them very much."

Actors... In this era, all those who play the piano and sing songs are actors.
Chapter completed!