"This is not singing, this is clearly inviting God!"
Above the mourning hall, candlelight was dim. The people sitting under the stage were not living people, but thirty-six paper-cut people with blushed faces and weird smiles.
The real person in the coffin is grinding his teeth, waiting for Chen Xuan to sing even one wrong word before he breaks out of the coffin and feasts.
At the moment of life and death, Chen Xuan could only open the opera box called "Taixu" and tremblingly put a piece of gold and red facial makeup on his face.
The next moment, his back straightened, and his shrinking eyes instantly ignited two balls of violent golden fire!
The mourning stick in his hand turned into the shadow of the Dinghai Divine Needle, and smashed the cannibal coffin board with one stick!
"Monster! Open your dog eyes and see who I am, Old Sun?!"
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This year, the Daqian Dynasty was in turmoil. Gods and Buddhas all over the sky ate human beings and regarded all living beings as actors.
This year, Chen Xuan traveled through time and became a short-lived class leader. In order to survive, he had to play the role of all the gods and demons in a mortal body.
