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He is the enemy of the world!

Even if he becomes the champion!

The host, An Hong, could only comfort everyone with a wry smile: "Teacher Lanling Wang is changing clothes, and will reveal his face in front of everyone soon..."

suddenly!

There is an elevator going up ahead.

A slender figure stepped out of the elevator.

This person is wearing the familiar mask of King Lanling, but he has put on a relatively simple attire. Judging from his figure, it seems...

very young?

Live, in front of the screen!

Everyone is staring at this man!

Some people's eyes almost burn with flames!

at last……

He took off the mask.

Gently, took off the mask.

Numerous shots, dazzling lights, restless scene!

Everything atmosphere.

Lin Yuan was at a loss as to what to do.

When he just took off the mask, he even subconsciously blocked his face, and his heart couldn't help beating slightly faster.

Still a little uncomfortable.

but……

It seems that I have to show my face.

This is not only the rules of the game, but also the agreement Lin Yuan made with himself from the bottom of his heart.

He lowered his hand little by little, trying to accept everything he had resisted...

"Fuck!"

"Who is it!"

"Who is it?"

The audience stared straight at the stage.

In the eyes of some people in front of the screen, sparks have begun to burst!

Everyone just hopes that that hand can be taken away quickly!

Preferably within [-] second!

The fact is that this process lasted for four or five seconds, and Lin Yuan's face was finally exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

Uncovered, exposed to the world.

Long slanted eyebrows, bright eyes, sharp edges and corners, pursed lips...

young.

Handsome.

and,

strangeness.

At this moment, the first reaction of many people is not to exclaim, nor to discuss, but a kind of almost collective...

Dazed!

Is this The Masked Singer?

Is this the first championship?

He looks really good-looking, like a person who came out of a comic, astonishing as if there is a light behind him, but why don't we know this person at all?

do not know!

Who are you handsome?

The barrage is already crazy, the program crew shot at this handsome face, but in terms of appearance, there is a kind of soul-stirring impact——

"It's revealed, it's revealed!"

"and many more!"

"Who is he?"

"Who the hell is he!"

"This is not the Lanling King I imagined at all, but..."

"So handsome!!!"

"Really so handsome!!!"

"Drafters, don't be fooled by beauty!"

"He is the enemy!"

"He is the King of Lanling!"

"His mouth is more vicious than anyone else!"

"He is a femme fatale!"

"You think you can do whatever you want because you're good-looking!"

"No one can save him today!"

Yes!

Prince Lanling looks so good-looking!

It's so good to see that it almost makes many people lose their minds for a moment!

But at the same time……

King Lanling is too strange!

Is this game a mistake?

This game certainly can't go wrong, and never can.

Because under everyone's gaze, amidst all kinds of complicated moods, and amidst countless people's bewilderment and bewilderment——

Sun Yaohuo suddenly roared like crazy!

Along with this roar, it was Jiang Kui's high-decibel scream!

Zhao Yingchrome was also infected, she burst into tears and screamed unconsciously!

"what!!!"

And here at the judges' seat.

Yang Zhongming almost looked up to the sky and laughed wildly!

He waited for this moment for too long, many times, he could hardly bear to say it——

Many times, he couldn't help but want to point the nose at the audience and scold!

No eyeballs!

But he couldn't help it, so he laughed, laughed wildly!

Beside Yang Zhongming.

Yin Dong stared blankly at Yang Zhongming.

Ye Zhiqiu also stared blankly at Yang Zhongming.

And to Zheng Jing...

Zheng Jing actually stood up!

She still...

She actually hammered Yang Zhongming's arm hard!

However, Yang Zhongming was still laughing, he didn't feel any pain at all, he just thought this scene was extremely funny!

"Tell me earlier that I will die!?"

Zheng Jing scolded Yang Zhongming viciously, and then rushed onto the stage without hesitation. Everyone was stunned, and made a gesture of please, with an expression that seemed——

Shocked?

This is Zheng Jing?

This is Father Qu!

Want to give King Lanling such high-standard treatment?

What was even more shocking was that Yang Zhongming also stood up and went straight to An Hong.

An Hong took two steps back in fright.

Yang Zhongming grabbed his microphone and turned to look at Lin Yuan: "Let me ask you again, did you have a good time?"

"happy."

Lin Yuan smiled like a child.

For the first time, he discovered that the camera is nothing to be afraid of.

"who are you?"

Yang Zhongming looked at the audience, as if looking at countless bewildered faces in front of the screen, and finally looked at King Lanling: "Tell them who you are."

"Hello everyone."

Lin Yuan thought about many kinds of self-introductions, but he didn't seem to know what to say when the words came to his lips. There were only four simple and boring words left:

"I'm Xianyu."

What surprised Lin Yuan was that when he finished introducing himself, the scene suddenly became quiet.

This is the scene of thousands of people!

but……

At the scene of thousands of people, but at this moment, a needle can be heard, the extreme silence, as if everyone has lost the ability to speak!

"Xianyu!"

"Xianyu!"

Sun Yaohuo and the others suddenly broke the silence, reminding everyone in this way that you heard correctly——

he!yes!envy!fish!

Rumbling, like a nuclear bomb baptism!

Following Yang Zhongming's words, all the audience stood up suddenly, as if they had experienced countless rehearsals beforehand!

And in front of the screen.

Everyone's faces were in a wordless shock, and they even wondered if there was something wrong with their ears——

Who is he?

He is Xianyu?

He is Xianyu...

He is Xianyu! ! ! ! !

At this moment, in front of countless screens, after a moment of dead silence, horrific screams uttered, just like the boiling scene at the scene, as if the pressure of the pressure cooker was pressed to a certain critical point——

next moment!