Chapter 54 Chapter 54 The collapse starts with fans? …
The demon prince seemed to be unconcerned about the situation downstairs. He chuckled: "Is this also the dawn?"
Zuo Qiuyu replied leisurely: "The dawn before the dawn, as long as no one dares to watch Sang's performance at this Jiaotai Banquet, her reputation will collapse in an instant. Doesn't she care about her fans? I will let her collapse start with her fans."
Sang Ling always acts like she loves and cherishes her fans, making it seem like she and her fans are on a two-way street. Who would believe that?
But since she values her fans so much, if there are not many fans attending this banquet, let's see if she can still love the fans who have abandoned her.
Zuo Qiuyu looked down at the stage again and saw that the number of people in the queue had decreased a little.
The faces of those remaining fans became uglier and uglier amid the contemptuous voices of the monks who were watching the joke.
Zuo Qiuyu smiled and turned around, "How is it?"
The Demon Prince didn't say anything and didn't look over. Zuo Qiuyu's smile froze for a moment, realizing that the Demon Prince didn't take her little trick seriously. She continued to look downstairs, and when she saw that the number of people in line was decreasing, she smiled again.
What’s a little trick? As long as it works, it’s fine.
But when she looked downstairs again, the situation seemed to have changed. The number of people in the queue did not decrease, but increased instead.
The fans who were originally queuing up gradually couldn't stand the mocking voices around them, and one after another left. The number of people became fewer and fewer, and the fans became more and more anxious.
"Tsk, look at these guys, they are all deeply poisoned, they are simply stubborn and unyielding."
"We are just watching a joke. If they really buy tickets, I'm afraid they will lose their reputation in the demon world."
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The fans became even more anxious. At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the back of the team. Looking back, they saw that it was Prince Jiecheng who brought some people to the end of the team.
A person of the status of the Prince of Jiecheng doesn't need to queue up to buy tickets in person. He just tells his subordinates or buys the tickets directly at a high price. Who would have thought that in today's situation, he would come here in person.
The prince of Jiecheng stood at the back of the team, not looking away, and only said one sentence: "The evil palace is in charge of a lot."
He was the first to attack the Hall of Evil.
With his status, he is naturally not afraid of the Hall of Evil.
The rest of the fans in line also felt relieved. After several banquets, Prince Jiecheng gradually played a leading role among the fans. His arrival this time temporarily calmed the situation.
Zuo Qiuyu's face was a little confused, but he was not anxious.
Soon, the man who was cracking melon seeds and watching the fun laughed and said, "It seems that the prince of Jiecheng doesn't care about us, the Evil Palace."
Both the fans waiting in line and the monks watching the fun were shocked that the people from the Hall of Evil actually came in person.
The prince of Jiecheng glanced at the man and said calmly: "The evil ones in the demon world left their names behind, which led to the rapid rise of your evil hall. This is why you are used to criticizing everything. Money can't buy my pleasure, and it's your turn to evaluate me."
The man had a half-smile on his face: "Don't be angry, my lord. Today I acted on my own, not because of the evil palace. But my lord, your father, the Lord of Jie City, fell on a woman. If you also fell, it would be a joke."
Suddenly, the eyes of the Prince of Jiecheng turned red. If it weren't for the people next to him holding him back, the people from the Hall of Evil would have died in his hands by now.
His mother was the thing he and his father least dared to talk about.
But the people next to him held him tightly. The people in the Hall of Evil could not be killed. Those who could enter the Hall of Evil were the most evil people in the Demon World and were highly sought after by the monks in the Demon World. There were so many of them that killing one would cause countless troubles. The only one who surrendered to them was the Demon Lord Fu Ni.
The people in the Hall of Evil were indeed evil. They added, "Your father was a high-ranking official in the Hall of Evil, but he was expelled because of a woman. You are also under investigation now. I'm afraid..."
Not everyone can be called an evil person, and not everyone can enter the Hall of Evil. Anyone with a trace of tenderness will be expelled from the Hall of Evil.
Especially those who are bewitched by women will not only be expelled from the society, but also be ridiculed, even if they are the lord of a city.
The Prince of Jiecheng was panting and could not speak at the moment. He did not care about the Hall of Evil, but the attitude of the Hall of Evil. How had Sang ever hindered them, and how had their liking for Sang ever affected them? But a light criticism from the Hall of Evil could ruin their and Sang's reputation.
The eyes of the Prince of Jiecheng were getting redder and redder. When he came to his senses again, he had already pulled out the Divine Whip, and it was about to fall on the monk from the Hall of Evil. Although the monk from the Hall of Evil was domineering, his cultivation was far inferior to that of the Prince of Jiecheng. He would probably lose half his life if he got hit by this whip.
The fans in line opened their eyes wide and immediately tried to stop them. They said that the people from the Hall of Evil must not be hurt...
But the Prince of Jiecheng had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, and for a moment so many people couldn't stop him.
The man from the Hall of Evil was horrified: "I am from the Hall of Evil, how dare you!"
The prince of Jiecheng sneered, and the divine whip hung above the man's head, ready to strike him down immediately.
There was a light sigh, and then the Jiecheng Prince's divine whip was gently raised, and Jiecheng Prince Zhongran looked at it.
"mulberry……"
The person who stood in front of him and prevented the divine whip from falling was Sang Ling.
The Prince of Jiecheng also turned around at this moment and put away the divine whip. Only then did he realize how much trouble he would be in if he used this whip.
The man from the Hall of Evil opened his eyes, quickly took two steps back, and asked with a sneer, "Are you Sang? You know what's happening. We from the Hall of Evil criticize you as a gesture of respect. Do you know..."
Before he could finish his words, a flaming red sword pierced through his thigh.
A terrible wail sounded, "You, you dare to do this to the people of the Hall of Evil!"
Sang Ling held a long sword in his hand and looked at him with contempt: "A bunch of useless bastards who can only find trouble with women."
The man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that Sang Ling dared to comment on the Hall of Evil in this way.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Sang Ling chuckled and didn't care, "Don't you from the Hall of Evil know that the Demon Lord is my fan leader? Why haven't I seen you criticizing the Demon Lord?"
"How could Lord Demon be your fan leader..."
But thinking that Fu Wei had never denied it, the man swallowed his words again.
She held a long sword in her hand and looked around, one by one at the monks who were watching the fun. Those people immediately shrank back in fear, as they could not afford to offend the people from the Hall of Evil. After two seconds, they poked their heads out again to see how there could be such an ordinary female cultivator.
The Prince of Jiecheng stood there in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses. Looking at his idol protecting him, fireworks started to go off silently in his heart, but what followed was a deep panic.
I'm afraid that this time, Sang will completely confront the Hall of Evil.
Sang Ling didn't feel anything. It was Gou Qiu who told her about the Hall of Evil today. She knew from the beginning that something was waiting for her, but she didn't expect that they would direct public opinion towards her fans.
The impact of the whip swung by the Prince of Jiecheng on him could not be underestimated. Gou Qiu failed to hold her back and was rushed out by her.
Gou Qiu's voice came from the jade passage: "You are really reckless this time. The ticket will be issued soon. Why rush out?"
The next second, a voice came from Chunming Pavilion:
"Open the ticket!"
The window facing the street was opened, and standing in the middle was Gou Qiu.
When the man from the Hall of Evil saw the tickets being issued, he covered his thigh and sneered, "Why don't you buy them? You don't take the criticism from the Hall of Evil seriously."
The first fan in line hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to move.
No one dared to ignore the voice of the Hall of Evil.
The Prince of Jiecheng put away the divine whip and walked to the head of the team without saying a word. He threw a bag of spirit stones on the table.
"Please give me a ticket, and the price is up to you."
Gou Qiu handed him the ticket, and the prince of Jiecheng took it, turned around and said loudly: "Whether it is 300 spirit stones or 3,000 spirit stones, Sang is worth it. She is priceless. Everything is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with her."
The fan who was lining up behind the Prince of Jiecheng gritted his teeth and handed over a bag of spirit stones: "Give me a ticket."
Those still queuing were all fans, and they all had the same feelings for Sang Ling. The next second, they all surrounded her.
"Give me one."
"I need one, too."
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Only the man from the Hall of Evil showed a satisfied smile, as their behavior was exactly what he wanted. The criticism from the Hall of Evil was never just talk, after today, those who bought tickets would surely be despised by all the monks in the Demon World.
“Buy it, buy it. What you are buying is a ticket to your own tragedy.”
Sang Ling frowned tightly, but she was not looking at the man from the Hall of Evil, but Gou Qiu.
Gou Qiu received her gaze and finally stopped showing interest. She handed the spirit stone in front to the Prince of Jiecheng.
The prince of Jiecheng looked at the spirit stones which were not reduced at all with a puzzled look on his face.
Gou Qiu handed back the spirit stones one by one, "Everyone, this time the ticket price is zero spirit stones. Not only is the ticket free this time, but all future tickets will be free."
The fans who got their spirit stones back were all stunned. They held their tickets and for a moment they didn’t even understand what had happened.
It was the man from the Hall of Evil who reacted first. If the tickets were free, how could the Hall of Evil still maintain their position of criticizing Sang?
"You were just criticized by the Hall of Evil, and you made the tickets free because you saw that they couldn't sell. You guys at Chunming Pavilion are really smart."
Gou Qiu looked at him as if he was looking at a joke, "This performance is not a Jiaotai Banquet. In order to accommodate more fans, Chunming Pavilion built a new stage in the outer city for this performance."
"Nothing like that."
Gou Qiu smiled happily: "The stage was built half a month ago. At that time, the honorable Evil Palace probably didn't even know who Sang was."
The prince of Jiecheng was the first to come to his senses. "Half a month ago, it was exactly when the tickets for Sang Chengmingjiao's banquet were being hyped up."
Whether it was out of the idol's foresight or the idol's selfishness towards fans, Sang Ling knew that high ticket prices were definitely not a good thing. In order to solve this problem, she discussed it with Gou Qiu for a long time, but the measures in the modern world did not work in the demon world.
The simplest and most effective way is a free stage that can accommodate many people.
Let the scalper fry until there is nothing left to fry.
The man from the Hall of Evil opened his mouth but could not say anything. The source of the criticism from the Hall of Evil was no longer valid.
He stared at Sang Ling fiercely, said, "Wait!" and left quickly.
Sang Ling raised her eyebrows, not caring at all.
In Chunming Pavilion, Zuo Qiuyu's hands clenched tighter and tighter. She actually didn't know anything about the free stage.
I thought that no matter how this plan went, Sang would be affected, but I didn't expect this result.
She turned her head and found that the demon prince had come to the window without her noticing. He looked down with a smile on his lips. She followed his line of sight and saw Sang.
Zuo Qiuyu was panicked, "Your Highness, I have other plans, I'm sure it will work..."
The demon prince raised his eyebrows, looked at Sang Ling again, then turned back and interrupted her.
"No."
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