"Ding! Killing Intent Value +999 from Shui Lan!"
Seriously, right now, Shui Lan really wants to pull out a forty-meter broadsword and hack Zhang Fan into mincemeat!
Happy?
Hehehe!
First time?
Heh!
I'll go to hell with your "first time"!
I just snapped back at you once, didn't I?
Just a tiny little bit, and you gotta hold a grudge this hard, you damn prick?
So many people at the scene roasted you, why aren't you going after them?
Didn't you just say you were gonna wipe out those guys from the Music Association? Then go deal with them! Bullying me, what the hell is that!
Give your precious first time to them, okay?
"Z68, please stand up! Within three seconds, if you don't stand up and get on stage, you are directly eliminated."
On Anmusi's side, a low shout rang out.
At that moment, Shui Lan's face turned outright green!
Directly eliminated?
Screw you, you bastard!
"Whaa!" Shui Lan stood up, face full of "life is meaningless" despair!
