My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

In this regard, Song Zixuan looked unrestrained and unrestrained on the surface, but inwardly his teeth were itching with anger.

I think it's all the flattery of that brain-entangled beauty host that made his generation of love song princes lose!

Song Zixuan squeezed out of the crowd and sat down beside Lu Zijia.

Seeing him like this, Lu Zijia couldn't be more gloating, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't be sad, there are always people who can sing worse than you."

Song Zixuan, who did not feel comforted at all, "..."

"I've made such a big sacrifice, yet you still mock me, what about your little conscience?"

Song Zixuan looked at her resentfully, like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied.

Lu Zijia, who felt that his appearance was a bit hot, silently looked away: she was really comforting people.

Seeing her look away, Song Zixuan's resentment deepened.

So thinking that it is better to sacrifice alone than everyone else, Song Zixuan shoved the microphone still in his hand to Lu Zijia.

"Wait a minute I'll pour him alcohol, and you can sing to attract his attention, so that I can find a chance to pour out the wine!"

He has sacrificed the title of the Prince of Love Songs just now, but he can no longer sacrifice his image because of drunkenness.

Lu Zijia, "..."

"you sure?"

Lu Zijia suddenly looked at him with a smile but not a smile.

Song Zixuan was a little nervous when she saw this, but he nodded resolutely, "Yes, we are working together as a division of labor, you can't refuse."

Since he is a friend, he can't always sacrifice alone, right?

"All right."

Lu Zijia didn't resist, so she agreed.

Song Zixuan's eyelids jumped: the ominous premonition in his heart became more obvious, what's the matter?

"Come on, let's make it, let's make it, my friend is in a good mood today, so I'll give you a song.

I can tell you that my friend sings so well, I guarantee you will become a brain-crazy fan after listening to it. "

Song Zixuan quickly cleared the venue, leaving the middle seat to Lu Zijia, and at the same time he greeted the others to sit back on the sofa and continue to get drunk and enjoy Lu Zijia's singing.

"Young Master Bai, let's sit here. How about we drink? If I don't believe it, I won't be able to win against you."

Song Zixuan pulled Bai Xiao to a position where the live broadcast could be photographed without a trace, and said with a look of resignation.

And his unyielding appearance greatly pleased Bai Xiao, "Okay, this young master will convince you of your defeat today. If you lose this time, you will have to call me brother in the future!"

Brother, you have eighteen generations of ancestors!

Song Zixuan complained in his heart, but he readily agreed.

"Why the stronger the wind, the more my heart is swaying~~"

"puff--"

Song Zixuan, who had just had a drink with Bai Xiao, spit out the wine before he could drink it.

Of course, there are many people who spray like him.

Just because Lu Zijia's singing was so wonderful, it was like killing a pig, so that their originally drunken heads instantly sobered up.

"Blow and blow, my pride indulges.

Blow and blow will not destroy my pure garden.

Let the wind blow, let it be chaotic..."

Everyone present, "!!!"

Everyone watching the live broadcast through their mobile phones, "!!!"

After listening to it, he instantly turned into a brain powder?

Going out of the outer planet just like this, it's even better than the singing of killing pigs. It's good to not throw rotten eggs.

Lu Zijia, who was immersed in her own singing, was still in the midst of 'Blowing, blowing, my pride and indulgence'. She had no idea how many people wanted to throw rotten eggs at her...

ps: The lyrics are in "Wild Son".