Chapter 159 Master from the Provincial City

The whole city of Noxus is boiling. It turns out that Xia Hua sings songs in the language of God, and they can't understand the meaning.

More importantly, Xia Hua's songs are actually related to their own attributes, that is, holiness.

Now the sacred attributes of the saint herself make the saint super vulgar, and the song sung by the saint this time is a serious world language.

Everyone can understand it, which makes it easier for people to be moved by the saint's song until the final crazy worship.

The saint looked at the crazy people under the stage. After a song, the saint smiled and nodded to the people below and said in a yellow warbler-like voice, "May the glory of the sun shine on you forever."

"Hilous be the saint, I don't know if I can get a kiss from the saint on behalf of all the divine servants." At this time, a handsome, slender young man in gorgeous clothes jumped to the stage, half knelt on the ground, and said passionately.

However, the action is very gentlemanly, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Who is this boy?" Ziyun frowned and asked a man beside him.

"I don't know either." The man said with a smile.

It seems that these people are not angry about what the young man did, but very excited.

It's like they are standing on the table at this time, receiving a kiss from the saint.

Ziyun curled her lips and said, but the saint hadn't moved yet. How dare you move.

Seeing that the saint's expression has changed a little, although she is a little angry with this sudden young man, now so many people are looking at themselves with excitement.

It seems that they all regard this young man as themselves.

I want to get my own pleasure from young people.

frowned, and the saint looked down the stage at a loss, looking for the figure of the bad guy.

But what makes the saint feel sad is that the man with bad water is now gone.

"Where did he go at this time?" The saint couldn't help feeling some loss in her heart.

Archbishop Clays saw the saint's face change under the stage and was secretly worried.

Now that the saint's song is over, all the people are in a state of excitement. If the saint does it right, it can increase the prestige of the saint, and if it is wrong, it will be troublesome.

It's not only against people's hearts, but more importantly, because of the excitement just now, this unwillingness will be stronger.

It becomes a bigger counterattack.

"What did the boy do? What is he doing at this time?" Chrysler also glanced around the crowd and did not see the figure of Ziyun.

Now it's not right for the saint to kiss or not to kiss. It's really embarrassing.

Just when the saint wanted to kick the man who knelt down in her deep.

A figure fell from the sky and sat on the handsome man.

"The saint is on top, and your singing is like the sound of nature. I, I, fell from the tree inadhesively." The figure said with an embarrassed face.

There was a burst of laughter below, as if I had seen a clown.

A complainant smile rises in everyone's heart.

"Get out of here." The handsome man sitting underneath shouted, climbed out and pointed to the man and roared.

"Presumptuous, you dare to say such stinky words in front of the saint. Aren't you insulting the saint? Aren't you insulting the fans of us saints?" Ziyun immediately jumped up and shouted at the young man.

"What are fans?"

"Maybe it means the saint's supporter."

"But this fan is still quite fun."

"Well, I feel the same way."

"How dare you sit on my head." The man shouted, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?"

Ziyun sneered. Ziyun still disdained this kind of person who moved him out if he had something to do.

This kind of person is no different from garbage in the eyes of Ziyun. Can he be called a human being lost by Ziyun?

"All the servants, fans of all the saints, this person is actually here. On this stage, beside the saint we respect and worship, he dares to be so presumptuous and dares to get the blessing of the saint's kiss without washing his face. This is simply insulting the sun god and insulting our saint." Ziyun spit and stared randomly, pointing to the man and said.

"I'm the eldest son of the consul in the provincial capital, Morey. Who dares to touch me? I'm still a master of the five elements. Which of you dares to touch me? Morey roared and pointed to the people under the stage.

Those who were originally instigated by Ziyun, who were a little ready to move, immediately calmed down.

The eldest son of the consul of the provincial capital is not something that these poor people can do.

Ziyun didn't expect that this boy was the son of the consul of the provincial capital. Seeing that the people under the stage were not talking, he knew that he could not clean up Morley now.

"This is the saint's festival. Please go down." Ziyun said faintly.

Morey looked at the saint's indifferent expression and was secretly annoyed. He knelt down respectfully and said, "The saint is up. I was too reckless just now."

"It's all because the saint's singing is so shocking." Morey said with emotion.

Ziyun curled his lips and thought that the consul's son's adaptability was really thick-skinned.

It's thicker than your own.

"Mr. Morey, you don't have to blame yourself. The glory of the sun god will always shine on you." The saint said in a magnetic voice.

Morey retreated respectfully, looked back at Ziyun with a sneer, and turned around and left.

In the respectful voice of everyone, the saint left the stage, and of course Ziyun also went down.

"Morley, as the eldest son of a provincial consul, has extraordinary strength. You should be careful." The saint said lightly.

"I won't pay attention to it yet, as long as the boy hasn't eaten the saint's tofu." Ziyun said with a sneer.

After saying that, Zi Yun felt that what he said was wrong: "I can only eat the saint's tofu by myself."

"Well, no one can eat the saint's tofu." Ziyun hurriedly changed her words.

Cold sweat came straight from the forehead.

Ziyun said these words, which is equivalent to admitting that he ate the saint's tofu at that time.

Well, can't I be surrounded by the saint's singing?

Sin, sin.

The saint's face turned blushing. Although she was a little annoyed by Ziyun's words, she was still sweet in her heart.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." The saint said lightly.

"Yewell, I'll see you off." Ziyun nodded and said.