The third recording of "The King of Masked Singer" officially began.

  City civilians are still practicing the new song written to him by theking, and the more they practice, the more excited they become.

   "Crack—" The door of the lounge was pushed open, and the staff walked in.

   "Teacher, it's time for you to draw lots."

  The common people in the city took one casually, and there was a hint of tension in his eyes.

  What if I lose?

  What if senior theking enters the knockout round and he also loses?

……How to do?

  City civilians walked out of the room in a daze, looking at the figure wearing a white mask and greeted him leisurely, "It was me who met her in the first round of the draw."

   "Senior, or..." The common people in the market hesitated.

  The corners of the lips under theking mask evoked a wicked smile, "Why, are you afraid?"

  The commoner shook his head quickly, "No, no, I'm just worried..."

  "Trust me?" The man wearing a white mask stood in front of him. The voice processed by the voice changer was a bit strange, but these did not affect the man's oncoming domineering publicity in the slightest.

  City civilians stared blankly at the white figure walking away, and gradually calmed down.

  Many years later, when the common people of the city became the king of the singing world after Jiang Yi, the reporter asked: "Who is the most thankful person on this road you have traveled? Who has the most influence on you?"

  The common people in the city always thought of the figure standing in front of him that day, and couldn't help but curl their lips.

  "First of all, of course, I would like to thank my parents. Without them, there would be no me. Second, the person I am most grateful for is the person I have been looking up to and trying my best to chase after all my life. He is Shu Cheng."

  Of course, these are all things to follow.

  At this time, the civilians in the city are slowly walking towards the stage.

  The masked wind means that Lu Yiyi is bowing to the audience.

  A burst of applause broke out from the audience.

   "Lu Yiyi! Lu Yiyi! Lu Yiyi!"

   "Lu Yiyi, I like you so much!"

   "Come on, Yiyi, you are the best—the best—!"

   "Come on, Yiyi!"

   "I came to the scene of "The King of Masked Singer" because of Lu Yiyi! I really like her!"

   "The king of singer must be my Yiyi's! What is the name of that showman?"

  "Theking."

   "Yes, it's him. I don't know why people who only rely on lyrics for this kind of show have won first place."

  ……

  City civilians listened to the audience and couldn't help frowning. Looking around, a large group of people held up Lu Yiyi's sign.

  Is it really possible to win in this format?

  At this time, Lu Yiyi was standing on the stage, still wearing a mask, but it was no different from not wearing a mask.

  Li Junna pursed her lips. After all, facing the camera, she can't openly express her dissatisfaction.

  Deng Fuling listened to the shouts and screams in the audience, and she was silent and speechless. Lu Yiyi's performance in this show was not as good as the previous two shows. At least the first two shows were singing seriously, and in this show, she was just acting.

  Yes, the performance, the cool dance, made this show look really cool, really handsome.

  Singing was ignored by her.

  But, even so, she has countless fans who buy for her, but it is a pity that her opponent, Citizens, seems to be defeated.

  Jiang Yi sneered and bluntly said: “This is the worst one I have ever watched since I served as a guest on the "Masked Singer" program guessing group."

  Jiang Yi is the king of heaven. No one can help him at this point, so he can naturally say what he wants to say.

  The scene was in an uproar.