Ling Ping'an listened to the girl in front of him humming.
He was stunned.
What the f * ck...
What kind of immortal singing skill was this?
He was dumbfounded.
A microphone tyrant had met a genius singer?
He blinked his eyes and felt that this girl's singing skills were very good.
She could go and release a record!
The Empire's music industry needed her!
Look...
How much had the music industry been destroyed by traffic?
It was simply unsightly!
It was not until the other party finished singing that Ling Ping'an clapped his hands.
"You sang so well!" He said from the bottom of his heart.
"I know someone who can also sing very well!" He thought of the Soul Tavern on the top of the hill in his hometown's park.
The lady boss of the tavern was also someone who could sing very well.
But what he didn't know was that he thought his words were very sincere.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, it was not like that at all.
Clap clap clap!
Young Master Ling slowly clapped his hands.
"You sang so well!" He sneered.
It seemed to be a compliment, but in fact, it was a condescending comment. Moreover, there was a hint of nitpicking in the comment.
"I know someone who can also sing very well!"
When Lu Fei'er heard this, she thought of her teacher.
She recalled that even if it was her teacher, such a figure, in front of this young master, he could only bow his head in submission.
Therefore, she quickly pinched her skirt and bowed, "Young master, you flatter me!"
In front of such a person, Lu Fei'er knew her position.
Whether it was praise or reprimand.
It was what she should bear.
Thunder and rain were all the kindness of the king. That was all.
As for the other onlookers, they all smiled knowingly.
"Sister Fei'er is indeed Sister Fei'er!" Many of Lu Fei'er's fans couldn't help but give her a thumbs up and praise her in their hearts, "To treat a musician so courteously, she is indeed worthy of being the Empire's singer who wholeheartedly pursues art!"
In their eyes, everything in front of them was the most traditional scene.
It had been a tradition since the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period.
For talents, especially key talents.
Being courteous to the wise and paying three visits to the thatched cottage had long been a common script in people's eyes.
In the art world, it was even more so!
Because artists were always arrogant, always aloof, and always had this or that quirk.
But people would never criticize them.
Because this was their normal style.
If an artist was not wild, arrogant, and deviant, then his artistic achievements would definitely not be high!
Art came from life.
Your life isn't wild enough, crazy enough, or crazy enough.
How was it possible for him to create a work that made people's eyes light up and immerse themselves in it?
Therefore, all artists.
Most of them were unrestrained and arrogant freaks in the eyes of ordinary people.
Back in the days, the distinguished men of Wei and Jin Dynasties would wander around the forest barefooted and disheveled in the winter.
When the Master of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, was young, he would bare his chest and lie on the east bed when someone came for a blind date.
Legend has it that he was digging his toes.
In the end, his father-in-law took a liking to him at first sight.
She firmly believed that 'this person is not someone who is ordinary', so she married her beloved daughter to him.
This was the origin of the idiom, 'the son-in-law of the eastern bed'.
Now, the genius musician only had a bad temper and a bad face.
He was already a normal artist!
It was totally acceptable!
In the eyes of these people, Lu Fei 'er's cautiousness and deliberate flattery were greatly praised.
The relationship between a singer and a musician had always been like this.
They had something to ask of each other.
Moreover, it was also in line with traditional values.
Singers and artists …
Monarchs and talents …
Entrepreneurs and scientists …
Their relationship had always been like this.
No one would find it strange.
… …
Ling Ping 'an looked at the woman in front of him who looked like an obedient baby.
He finally got serious.
"Miss... you said we've met before?" He asked.
Lu Fei 'er nodded. She was about to say,' Young master, I just saw you yesterday '.
But the words were at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them.
It seemed that...
Someone didn't let her say it.
She also wisely chose to hide this part.
Ling Ping 'an looked at the other party's genuine expression. He thought about it seriously, but he still couldn't remember when he had seen her?
However, this kind of thing was too normal for him.
He had face blindness.
If he wasn't careful, he wouldn't even be able to recognize his own appearance.
It was normal not to remember others!
"That's because my memory is too bad!" Ling Ping 'an smiled and said, "I'm really sorry! I hope you don't blame me! "
As a gentleman, he would admit his mistakes and encourage himself if he didn't.
However, he still wouldn't know.
How did his words, tone, and expression feel in the eyes and ears of Lu Fei 'er, who was opposite him?
She was high and mighty, as if she didn't eat the food of the mortal world.
In addition, the faint arrogance at the corner of her mouth.
Normal pleasantries had completely changed their flavor.
Lu Fei 'er hurriedly bowed again, "I don't dare... I don't dare..."
Ling Ping 'an chuckled and waved his hand, "You're too polite! Sit down and talk! "
He thought that he was cordial, but in the eyes of Lu Fei 'er and the others, it became a high and mighty order.
He used a polite tone to say an order that couldn't be doubted and refused.
People couldn't help but swallow their saliva, "This is a little too much! Young man! "
This was already out of the script.
If Liu Xuande, who had visited the thatched cottage three times, saw such a strange Kong Ming, he would probably be so angry that he would directly flick his sleeves and leave. He wouldn't even bother to listen to Long Zhong, right?
However, Lu Fei 'er smiled obediently.
Under everyone's gaze, she carefully and cautiously sat down.
She was like a good student in front of a teacher.
When people saw this, they praised, "Sister Fei 'er, you have the demeanor of a general. No wonder you can achieve such achievements!"
The script returned to the normal routine.
… …
Nana woke up from his coma.
He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
He looked around.
This place seemed to be an empty and strange square.
The square was misty, and he couldn't see the surroundings clearly.
He looked up at the top of his head. The dark red flesh was squirming on the top of his head.
There seemed to be something growing in the flesh.
Thump!
Thump!
The sound of his heartbeat.
This made him feel that he was in the body of a strange creature that he had never seen before.
But...
What kind of creature could have such a square shrouded in fog in its body?
He swallowed his saliva.
However, his body accidentally bumped into something behind him.
"Ouch!" A cry of pain rang out.
He turned his head and saw Amon, who had a crow's head and his lower body was tightly wrapped in countless mud-like things.
"Amon?" He shouted in a low voice.
His memories were also reconnected.
The lost secret realm, the Ouroboros City named Zion, and the tentacles that fell from the sky.
Were he and Amon captured by those tentacles?
He thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember what happened after that.
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