Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The head of the fan is reasonable and reasonable...
Reverend Mad Dragon let down his guard. As a fanatical vassal of Lord Demon, he had a close personal relationship with the Prince of Jiecheng.
He laughed heartily and said, "Brother Jiecheng, I'm sure you've also heard the news. It's your good intention to come and help me."
As he spoke, he laughed and looked at Sang Ling. With two powerful men standing in front of her, she must have been frightened to death.
"Who the hell is your little brother?"
Reverend Mad Dragon turned his head in confusion, and confirmed with his eyes several times, finally confirming that it was the Prince of Jiecheng who spoke.
"What did you say?"
The prince of Jiecheng pulled out a dozen divine whips from his spine, pointed them at the Mad Dragon Master without hesitation, and repeated: "Who the hell is your little brother? Try to threaten Sang again!"
Reverend Mad Dragon only felt a flash before his eyes. Half a month ago, he and the Prince of Jiecheng had been drinking and chatting happily, telling each other how much they respected Lord Demon.
What is happening now?
Reverend Mad Dragon felt that the world had become magical. He asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"
The prince of Jiecheng sneered and asked him, "Why don't you believe Sang?"
Reverend Mad Dragon looked at his former friend, helpless and mad, "What can I trust her for!"
The Prince of Jiecheng glanced at Sang Ling again and suppressed his pounding heart.
"Isn't it certain that Master Demon is happy? What are you questioning?"
The sight before the eyes of Mad Dragon Venerable was even more illusory. "It's fine if the other cultivators don't understand, but don't you understand that the Demon Venerable is ruthless and loveless, how can you be happy!"
Reverend Mad Dragon thought that after saying this, Prince Jiecheng would come to his senses, but he did not come to his senses and instead said firmly:
"So what if I am heartless and loveless? Xinyuesang is our destiny. I think Lord Demon thinks so too."
Prince Jiecheng took the opportunity to express himself, his face immediately turned red, and he didn't dare to look at Sang Ling. It didn't matter if the person in front of him was Venerable Mad Dragon, even if it was Lord Demon, he would still stand in front of Sang, and he only hoped that Sang would realize his previous ignorance.
Gou Qiu opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say for a moment.
'What the hell is that! '
Reverend Mad Dragon finally confirmed that the Prince of Jiecheng, who was also a vassal of Lord Demon like him, had rebelled.
The burly man was a little sad at the moment. He roared and shouted, "I never thought that you are such a fool. Now that you have become Sang's vassal, do you think that Lord Demon has the same idea? He is Lord Demon!"
The Jiecheng Prince blushed again for a moment, "What vassal? I am Sang's fan. Sang rejected the Demon Lord in order to take all of us fans into consideration."
He was still somewhat happy after saying this, "It doesn't matter if Lord Mozun is the fan leader, Sang belongs to all of our fans. If you ask me, Lord Mozun, as the fan leader, wants to monopolize Sang, this behavior is indeed not right."
He actually wanted to denounce the Demon Lord's monopolistic behavior, but when he thought that it was the Demon Lord and that he was once a fanatical vassal of the Demon Lord, his words sounded much better.
Reverend Mad Dragon took a deep breath, "The question is whether Lord Demon wants to monopolize her? The problem is that Lord Demon will not like any female cultivator at all, let alone a mere courtier."
The Jiecheng Prince exploded: "Idol! Sang is an idol! Besides, look at Sang's face, look at her demeanor, who dares to say she doesn't like it?"
Reverend Mad Dragon suddenly lost his temper, but still firmly retorted: "Master Demon is naturally different from ordinary people."
The prince of Jiecheng smiled contemptuously.
"You've never seen Sang perform."
Reverend Mad Dragon frowned. He indeed had not seen it yet. But it was just a performance. What use could it be?
The Jiecheng prince's face was full of justification, "After you have seen Sang's performance, we can talk about other things."
Reverend Mad Dragon sneered twice: "Okay, I want to see what kind of mesmerizing performance made you so stupid!"
Gou Qiu came out to smooth things over, "Since you want to watch our Sang's performance, then everyone should calm down and watch it carefully before talking about other things."
Reverend Mad Dragon had a very sour look on his face, and snorted coldly: "I will give you Chunming Pavilion this face."
The prince of Jiecheng glared at him, then he subsided and looked at Sang Ling obediently, saying softly: "Don't worry about your performance, no one will disturb you."
After saying this, he stood beside Sang Ling, holding the divine whip, and looked down at all the cultivators present.
Sang Ling chuckled and nodded at him, "Thank you for your help."
The Jiecheng Prince's face immediately turned red, "No...no problem."
Sang Ling floated back onto the stage. She was the only one left on the round stage. She clapped her palms lightly, and two rows of bells were wrapped around her white wrists, tinkling.
Kuang Yan's fingers moved lightly, and the sound of the piano rose up.
The bell rang again, and the feathered robe with fluttering sleeves fell to her face, her beautiful eyes were eager to look, and her light movements were also moving. She raised her hand, her fair face was blocked, and then fell again, making her look even more like an immortal.
The red sleeves turn around as the dance turns and the singing begins, as if gently brushing my mind. I have no thoughts about trivial matters and only what is in front of me.
Time seems to pass in a flash, yet it seems to be eternal.
Then, the sound stopped and the dance stopped.
The audience, who had been a little restless before, seemed to be frozen in place. Only the fans who had seen Sang Ling's performance last time had improved their tolerance and were the first to come to their senses.
Earth-shaking cheers.
"The goddess is unparalleled in the world!"
"San! San! San!"
Finally all the monks came to their senses amid the cheers, and the cheers became even louder, as if they were going to break the sky.
Prince Jiecheng's face turned even redder, but now he could not cheer with everyone. He was busy using the magic whip to knock down the monks who were trying to climb up the platform.
Originally he was trying to protect someone from hurting Sang, but unexpectedly, he is now trying to stop a fanatical fan from climbing onto the stage.
As he knocked the fanatical fan off the stage, he looked up at the Mad Dragon Reverend with pride on his face.
"Reverend Mad Dragon, do you understand now?"
Before Reverend Mad Dragon could speak, the monks who were originally vassals of Demon Lord Fu Ying answered first.
"Private contacts are prohibited!"
"Protect our idol!"
"Even Lord Demon cannot do that!"
Sang's performance or her existence itself makes it impossible to imagine that anyone could not be pleased with her, and Lord Demon is no exception.
Then, what Sang said must be true.
Mo Zun was the leader of her fans, so he wanted to take the opportunity of the meeting to contact Sang privately, but Sang bravely refused based on her sincere love for them, her fans.
They were actually dissatisfied just now. Sang is such a good idol, how could they be dissatisfied!
Reverend Mad Dragon held on to his last bit of stubbornness and wanted to refute Prince Jiecheng.
Now, looking at the chaotic scene in the audience, I am speechless.
Because even he only had one thought in his mind, that the Demon Lord should be happy with Sang...
By the time Sang Ling looked up, Venerable Mad Dragon had disappeared.
The Jiaotai Banquet was over. So many things happened in such a small Jiaotai Banquet, but when it was over, the only thing left on the monks’ minds was Sang Ling.
What about refusing to meet and insulting the Demon Lord? That's Sang's cultivation as an idol!
The cheers lasted for a long time, as if they were going to overturn the world. The Prince of Jiecheng was so excited that his face turned red. He took out a spiritual weapon and threw it at the round platform.
"I used up all my spiritual stones last time, and my old man won't give me any more. This is the city lord seal of my robbery city."
His behavior immediately caused cheers in another sense.
"Sang! Sang! I still have 20,000 spirit stones!"
"I'll donate 30,000 spirit stones!"
…
The cheers were endless and the Chaolou also became lively.
"The owner of Hengsheng Tower will reward you with 100,000 spirit stones!"
"The leader of Lietou Peak will reward you with 50,000 spirit stones!"
…
The sounds of rewards piled up and repeated, and it was impossible to hear clearly, and the Prince of Jiecheng listened to the sounds of rewards with tears in his eyes.
At the last Jiaotai Banquet, he gave out 200,000 spirit stones as rewards, and gave away all his savings. Now, the most valuable thing on his body is the City Lord's Seal.
I don’t know if Sang will like it.
His city lord seal lay there alone, and was then picked up by a bare hand, with the bell ringing on the white wrist.
Sang Ling picked up the city lord's seal and looked at it, not knowing what it was. Gou Qiu recognized it, so she immediately took the seal and wiped it carefully, fearing that it would be damaged. She looked left and right, and still couldn't believe that the seal thrown up by the prince of the city was the city lord's seal.
The city lord leads the way! With one seal, half of the city's soldiers can be mobilized. I think this is given by the Lord of Robbery City to the Prince of Robbery City for self-defense, and it is also a symbol of the next Lord of the City.
Just throwing it up now?
Sang Ling didn't know the importance of the city lord's seal. She took it from Gou Qiu's palm, and then threw it gently into the arms of the prince of Jiecheng.
Gou Qiu was so frightened by what he saw, damn it, that was the city lord Yin!
Sang Ling squatted down, looked at the Jiecheng Prince with a gentle smile, and said, "Keep it."
The Prince of Jiecheng held the City Lord's seal that had been touched by Sang Ling, and listened to Sang Ling's concerned words, feeling dizzy.
Sang Ling stood up and said not only to the Prince of Jiecheng, but also to all the fans:
"Everyone should not be too obsessed and waste spirit stones recklessly."
My goodness, who wouldn’t be addicted to you?
As the night grew darker, the Jiaotai Banquet officially came to an end, and the frenzied atmosphere was brought under control as time went on.
No matter how reluctant you are, this banquet has come to an end.
Sang Ling stepped off the stage and watched all the fans leave reluctantly.
Prince Jiecheng walked a hundred steps and looked back to see Sang Ling still standing in the distance gazing at his fans. He felt warm in his heart. Although it was a temporary separation, he felt warm in his heart.
Seeing him come out, the servants of the Prince of Jiecheng immediately came forward to greet him, "Prince, the City Lord knows that you rewarded him with the City Lord Seal, and now he is furious, and has rushed to Chaocheng to beat you personally."
The Jiecheng Prince finally came out of his excitement. He touched his nose and said, "Forget it, I won't go home. I'm hungry after being called for so long."
Beside him were other fans of Sang Ling. As they were also fans, they felt strangely close to the Prince of Jiecheng and were no longer afraid. The fan said with a smile, "The monk has already fasted. The Prince is probably afraid of the City Lord and doesn't dare to go home."
The prince of Jiecheng showed false anger: "Who said that you can't be hungry if you are fasting? Sang performed so well, I cheered so hard that it's okay to be hungry. Is anyone else hungry?"
As soon as he said this, many fans actually responded:
"Me! I'm hungry too!"
Just by shouting like this, the Prince of Jiecheng actually gathered a group of people to go to the restaurant to eat and drink.
There is a busy street at the corner of Chunming Pavilion, which has many tall restaurants and some snack shops.
The prince of Jiecheng naturally had to go to the restaurant. The group had a clear purpose, which was to go to the most prosperous restaurant on this street.
The group of people went forward in a mighty procession and soon arrived at a restaurant, which was called Wangyue Tower and was one of the largest restaurants in Chao City.
Due to the huge size of Wangyue Tower, there is no restaurant nearby. There is only one small restaurant next to it, which is shabby and small compared to Wangyue Tower, and its business is extremely poor.
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