Yun Jin's solemn voice rang out in Di Xiao's mind.
That heavenly calamity was so terrifying. Perhaps if I had taken action, Yun Jin would have died.
"Senior Emperor, you have to talk about him. You also have to pay attention to the layering of his performance. Every day, under that mood, he should not change. For example..." Yun Jin seemed to be really idle, and the muttering stopped.
Yunjin's voice continued to ring out.
The last moment, Yun Jin's voice rang in my mind again.
Yun Jin roared in grief and anger while sending a message to Di Xiao, muttering some nonsense.
How can we lure Lin Xiao out like this?
"Senior Emperor, keep performing. Pay attention to his expression. You've noticed that his expression is spot on! Seeing you spitting blood, he should show some excitement, but not too obviously, suppressing it. Do you understand? Oh, if I had known his acting was so poor, I should have found someone to train him later. It's not too late for training now, but Senior Emperor, you doubt that he's the best! He absolutely can't!"
Di Xiao gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Yun Jin.
I just want to know, there is no other way, bulls tell Yunjin to shut your mouth.
This couldn't be worse!
The magic weapons and talismans under Yunjin's body increased little by little, and your aura also became stronger little by little.
Di Xiao's fingers moved slightly, and it didn't seem like he was acting at all!
I swear.
"Come on, let the storm come even harder!"
"You, Yunjin, are afraid of him!"
A mouthful of blood gushed out of your mouth.
Judging from Yunjin's attitude, it might take even longer.
Another bolt of thunder struck.
The Yunjin performance lasted a whole day.
But now.
"Damn God, why are you so unfair! Is it possible for a human to survive Lin Xiao?"
She had made many preparations for this natural disaster.
He looked at Yun Jin who was being bombarded by lightning in disbelief.
Yunjin's voice was as effective as summoning spirits.
But when the heavenly calamity really struck, she had a strange feeling... like using a cannon to hit a mosquito.
But to think seriously about performance style?
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