Sir White Violet sat in the audience and held a glass of mellow drink. Sir Bai Jinghua and other nobles called this bitter drink a 'sweet bean juice'.

Qiao Xiu likes to use ‘coffee’ to call this drink, so Sir Bai Jinghua also decided to call it coffee.

At present, in Nolan, Qiao Xiu has created one trend after another. This situation has changed to Foulsi. It is estimated that there will be many young playwrights and operaists following the footsteps of Joe Xiu in the whole Falosi. Works with Devil and "This Devil is Not Cold".

The white brocade jazz must of course follow the pace of Joe.

It is not easy to complete the task entrusted by the Chaos Demon. Sir Bai Jinghua took a cup of coffee and looked at the contestants in the hand. He really experienced the meaning of 'physical and exhausted'.

After the stunning performance of the performance of the nun named Liya and the black wood fairy Lucita, the performance of the contestants began to turn more and more.

So that Sir Bai Jinghua enjoyed the performances that can be seen in several Acrobatic Troupes in this singing contest!

"Let's stop here today, let them stop accepting registration."

Sir Bai Jinghua gestured to let the outsiders stop signing up. Now that time is approaching late at night, even if there is coffee refreshing, Sir Bai Jinghua's biological clock can not allow him to stay up late.

The attendant accepted the order and immediately went down. Sir Bai Jinghua flipped through the form again.

Unconsciously, he has reviewed a total of 232 entrants, and today there are still seven entrants left unaudited.

"Silver White Flower, how many players are selected today?"

The voice of Qiao Xiu suddenly sounded behind the white jingle.

He turned his head back, and Joshua and Hili had already sat on his side.

"Twenty-three... Mr. Qiao Xiu." Sir Bai Jinghua was asked by Qiao Xiu about this problem, and could not help but sigh.

"Although you give all the civilians of Nolan a chance to get on the stage, but there are no professionally trained civilians performing on the stage... No, it can't be called a performance at all. There are many of these twenty-three players. It was I who let go of my insistence on art and let them pass."

"The situation... is it really so bad?" Qiao Xiu looked at the white jazz jazz, as if he was over ten years old.

I can imagine how much his ears have been devastated throughout the day.

"I think the people of Nolan should have no artistic cells. Maybe... Joe Xiu can hold a game of mantra."

Hilary whispered in the ear of Qiao Xiu, and gave Joe a new suggestion.

"Oh... this kind of game can be done by the Greys." Qiao Xiu’s eyes looked at the player who was performing on the stage.

The player is the 232th. From the appearance of the dress, it seems to be... a cook? His dress is very professional in the kitchen, and the singing is completely at the level of noise.

Qiao Xiu felt that he dared to go to the street to show his voice in the morning. Soon after, there will be a bunch of people from all directions to squat him.

"I really don't... what a very powerful civilian player?"

Qiao Xiu held a trace of luck and asked the Sir Bai Jinghua next to him.

"Of course." Sir Bai Jinghua flipped the list of the contestants and handed one of them to Qiao Xiu. "At the beginning of the election, there was a contestant named Liya, her singing... Mr. Qiao Xiu. Swear, that is absolutely the level that a master-level operaist can achieve!"

"Liya."

Qiao Xiu looked at the name and remembered some news that the Dark Elves had revealed to her.

Among them is the nun who is about Liya.

The country of the Holy Father sent a nun to participate in the singing competition held by the devil? And the nun’s level is comparable to that of a master opera? !

Qiao Xiu found that there are too many plots to make up for it, but one can really stand on the stage, and will not let the players of the audience appear, no matter where he comes from, it is good for Qiao Xiu.

After all, Qiao Xiu held this "world singer", the goal is to try to get the ratings as much as possible in Nolan.

During the conversation, the contestant was eventually eliminated by the white wattle.

The 233rd contestants were on the stage.

When the contestant stepped onto the stage, the white bleu's brow was slightly unrecognizable.

The dress on his body is too...worn, completely out of the civilian sphere, a bit like the inhabitants of the squirrel street.

But his race is a human being...

"Hom?" Sir Whitetail screamed his name tentatively. He nodded slightly and didn't seem to fit the lights on the stage.

"Please show your voice."

Sir Bai Jinghua did not expect anything from this contestant.

After standing silent on the stage for a while, he finally started his performance...

As the white jasmine jazz expected, a person who can't even maintain his life has plenty of room to practice singing.

His performance doesn't sound like a song at all, but simply tells something from the mouth that sounds like it's unbearable.

It’s just that there is some fixed rhythm between these words.

Sir Bai Jinghua had several times to stop the performance of the 233rd contestant, but in the end he resisted the patience.

In just one and a half minutes, the player named Home finally sang his song.

"Yes, next."

After listening to so many amateur performances, this was the only thing that made the white jazz jazz feel angry. He gestured to let the attendant take the player named Homm to the stage.

The two attendants walked off the stage, and the pace was fast. If there were people watching behind the scenes, maybe they would choose to throw the dirty cockroach out of the Nolan National Theatre.

"Wait."

Joe repaired the two servants' rude behavior, and then waved his hand to let the two attendants go to the side.

"You know that few people here will appreciate your performance..." Joe repaired and stood up and looked at him.

"Big... adults, sorry... I just can't call it a singer." Homem had already expected this moment, and the underground prison sings would not be accepted by the residents of Nolan on the ground.

Not to mention the big men who enjoyed the baptism of opera all day long.

"No, I am one of those people on the scene, but I am curious... are you doing this kind of performance from there?"

At the beginning, Qiao Xiu was a little worried when he heard Hom’s performance. He even once suspected that he was not in the magic revolution, but came to the earth in the seventies.

This feeling is no less than when you admire Beethoven's musical, and the result becomes Eminem's concert.

However, Qiao Xiu does not mind setting up a new music genre in this world through the world's singers.