The Max Level Boss is Too Cruel

Chapter 218 again?

 “Hoe? Harvest? Harvest?”

 Feng Ling used a method of casting a wide net.

After the two girls nodded, she directly said the correct answer, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year."

 Two girls: "..." Is this what it feels like to be taken flying?

Actually, their strokes are pretty good?

The reason why I felt that I was not playing well before was definitely because the other party was too rubbish!

 The "other" being connoted: Why can't you think that this person is too powerful?

　　Why are they rubbish! !

 They are not convinced!

Under Feng Ling’s cool flying mode, the three people guessed 15 questions correctly, which were all the questions prepared for the show.

The whole audience was in an uproar. This variety show is not that exciting! !

　　It’s simply awesome, okay! !

"eleven!"

"eleven!"

"eleven!"

 …

Everyone in the audience was shouting eleven. The Ning Luo thing in front of them had been forgotten by everyone for a long time. I still want them to remember it after playing like this. Just think about it.

Ning Luo's face was dark, and the two fans who looked at her had bad expressions. Fortunately, these two fans were also stunned by Feng Ling's flying mode and did not look at Ning Luo.

 But this made Ning Luo's expression even worse. Lemon gradually calmed down after reminding her about facial management through the earphones.

 But her nails were already deeply embedded into her flesh, "Eleven!! Just wait for me!!" She would definitely not let her go, definitely! !

 There is also a game at the end, which is a song-guessing game. Fans and authors form a group and compete in pairs.

 The group that guesses the most songs correctly wins.

Feng Ling glanced at the two starry-eyed girls next to her and pursed her lips, "Not this round. I don't have that many songs in my head."

She is quite picky when it comes to listening to music, and only supports singers she likes, so she only has songs from singers she likes in her mind, so in this game, she can only watch these two girls.

“Don’t worry, Eleven, I’m good at this round.” The girl with the ponytail patted her chest and smiled brightly, “I’ll lead this round!! Hey hey hey!”

“Then I’ll just lie down.” Feng Ling raised her eyebrows, and the three people gathered around and laughed as if no one was watching.

The host asked, "Is Eleven talking to his fans? Why are you so happy?"

Feng Ling raised her eyebrows, "She said she wanted to take me away, so I'm going to win this round."

 Everyone: “…”

 Can this be said so openly? ? ?

 Feng Ling:? ? ? Why not? They did say that they would take her away!

 Everyone: Just be happy!

The host twitched his mouth, then changed the topic and let everyone start.

At first, after hearing what Feng Ling said, everyone had given up hope for them, but who is Feng Ling? Is it the Eleven Great Gods?

 Can the fans of great gods be ordinary people?

 Obviously not possible!

So, Feng Ling really won all the way to the finals.

Feng Ling: "Look, you still don't believe me when I say she took her away. There are many people in this world that you can't compare with, and I'm not the only one."

 Everyone: "???" Master, is it really okay for you to be so heartbroken?

 Can't we give them ordinary people a way to survive? Ahhhh? ? ?

 Is this what a great **** should say? ? ? Is it is it? ? ?

 The finals are still between Feng Ling and Ning Luo.

Ning Luo really relies on herself. The two fans next to her really know nothing!

 All I know is that she is great!

 What's the use of saying she's great? If you have that time, you might as well give her more questions! !

Comparing it with Shiyi’s fans, her fans are as good as heaven and earth! !

Ning Luo gritted his teeth and looked at Feng Ling with a smile, "Eleven, I didn't expect that it would be the two of us competing again."

 “Again?” Feng Ling frowned and looked at the host.

 (End of this chapter)