Chapter 153: Out of the Circle! God-Tier Live Performance, Leaving the Top Idols Speechless

"Alright, alright... that was too stunning."

On stage, everything came to an end, and the host walked out, "calling back" Chi Ye and Shi Jinwei, who were about to leave.

With a smile on his face, he said: "The performance of these two singers seemed to instantly transport us into that world of clashing swords, filled with both heroism and tenderness."

"I’d like to ask, as the songwriter for this piece, Chi Ye, could you share with us how you captured the [emotion/theme] in the song while preparing for this performance?"

At nine o'clock, a brute with a student union badge on his cuff announced the start of the competition.

Yin Xianfeng... he? Why would he be reminiscing about his family at a time like this? Weren't his family members with him? Are they not currently hiding in the palace?

"Strange, what kind of wine is this that Li Feng speaks so highly of?" Cheng Chusi muttered to himself, preparing to open it and take a sip to find out.

However, no matter how much the fans approve of him, they will still express regret when such an opportunity is wasted; the way Chelsea fans express their emotions is through joking mockery, though it is not out of genuine malice.

Watching the three experts approach, Li Feng did not take off his clothes for them; he was only wearing this one piece, and it was impossible to expect him to stand there naked! Although he was a man, there were so many people here that he was truly embarrassed, and he was no exhibitionist.

"Wow! The stars are so beautiful. I wonder when I’ll be able to walk alone among the stars!" Gu Qingqing said with envy. There were not a few people who shared her thoughts; the young ladies looked at the starry sky and felt romantic and aesthetic, while the men felt a surge of heroic spirit, fantasizing about being able to control the stars with a wave of their hands.

[I suddenly feel... this world seems a bit interesting.] Guan Guan couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Guan Guan threw caution to the wind: let it be missed if it's missed. A hero has trouble passing the beauty's trial, and she is no exception to the rule.

Ling Feng remembered very clearly that he was only eight years old at the time; that year, his parents were in a car accident and fell into a bottomless abyss.

The appointment ceremony was assisted by Zhang Ke, the father of the palace, but according to normal procedures, Leng Zhi should have been the one to give the military briefing. However, after multiple discussions yielded no results, this appointment ceremony was dragged out for a whole week.

Thick and heroic brows, dark and brilliant eyes, a tall and handsome nose, and thin, soft lips, paired with that unruly, affectionate air—the person before him was undoubtedly Jiang Yuanmo.

"Do you think I'm embarrassing?" I sniffled, looking at him, thinking that if he dared to say "yes," I would immediately cut ties with him.

But it was precisely this casualness that pleased Chen Fangping. Yes, based on his understanding of Yixia, if it were a very important person or matter, she would certainly go all out; how could she be so indifferent at a moment like this?

Having said that, Xiao Hun took out his phone, found Duan Hongfei's number, and dialed it directly.

Zhang Ke had people handle the matter, then lay back on the sofa, holding Zhang Jiao's photo and scattering it directly over his own head.

Upon hearing what Yu Wan said, Leng Zhi's entire face displayed the dark clouds before a storm: "You really need to be properly educated." Then he reached out to pull Yu Wan, intending to drag her into the car first.

Shi Haodong thought for a moment and felt that after the last incident, the possibility of Lan Ying returning was almost zero, so he figured it was probably a new tenant, and then returned to the room with Jiang Yuyuan.

"Fang Mian, let's go find Bi'an first. That 'Everlasting Record' you mentioned can wait until next time," Ye Zisu patted her shoulder and said in a low voice.

Inside the pleasure boat, there was singing and dancing, and the young masters and young ladies were reciting poetry. It was quite elegant, and no one had time to look at the moon hanging high in the night sky like a jade plate.

Ping Ci had already transformed; he used his thick fur to protect his body and his hands to shield his eyes, taking responsibility for attracting the attacks of the beak-mouthed dragon.