Deng Baichuan and others knew that the man was playing the story of Emperor Minghuang and Concubine Mei. He suddenly spoke with Concubine Mei and Emperor Minghuang. His voice and tone were Xiao Weimiao. At this moment, such an actor came, and everyone muttered to him, not knowing what this person meant.

I heard the man say again.

"The concubine doesn't have to cry. Have a banquet quickly. The concubine plays the flute. I sing a song for you to relieve my concubine's worries."

The man then turned into a female voice and said.

"I am crying every day, hoping to see the king again. Today I will see you, and I will die with my eyes closed. Hey... uh, uh..."

Bao Duo shouted loudly.

"Is the lonely king An Lushan! Then the Emperor Ming of Tang Li Longji, you, the emperor of the turtle, hand over Yang Yuhuan quickly!"

The man outside stopped crying, and the cry of "Ah" seemed to be shocked.

In an instant, everything was silent again.

After a while, everyone suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Xuannan shouted.

"The enemy releases poison, almost shut up and smells the antidote."

But after a while, I didn't realize something was different, and I felt refreshed in my mind, as if there was no poison in the fragrance of flowers.

The man outside said.

"Sister Seven, are you here? There is a weird guy in the fifth brother's house who actually calls himself An Lushan."

A woman said in a voice.

"Old brother hasn't arrived yet, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, sixth brother, eighth brother, everyone will show up together!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a bright light suddenly shone outside the gate, and a strange light wrapped around five men and one woman.

A black-bearded old man shouted in the light.

"Lao Wu, get out if you don't give me a chance."

He held a square wooden board in his right hand. The woman was a middle-aged beauty. Two of the other four were dressed as Confucian scholars, one seemed to be a carpenter, holding a short axe and carrying a long saw. The other had a green face, fangs, red hair and green beard, and had a terrifying shape. She was just a monster wearing a shining brocade robe.

Deng Baichuan was concentrating and could see that the man had painted his face with oil on his face, not really having a strange appearance. He acted like an actor singing on the stage. He had just played both Emperor Ming of Tang and Concubine Mei, so he was naturally this king, and he said loudly.

"You are the most respected names in the Murong family of Xiagusu, Deng Baichuan."

Before the other party could answer, a black shadow rushed out in the hall, and the sword flashed, slashing at the actor seven times in a row. It was a storm. The actor caught him off guard and avoided the world. The situation was very embarrassing. But he heard him sing.

"The strength is to pull the mountains and the spirit is vast. The time is not good, and the horse will not pass away. The horse will not pass away..."

But the storm and evil offensive was too urgent, so he couldn't continue singing the third sentence before he finished singing.

The black-bearded old man cursed.

"You guy is so unreasonable. As soon as you come up, you will slash and slash me wildly, and you will take my "big iron net"!"

The square board in his hand shook and hit Fengboye's head.

The storm was disgusting.

"I have never seen anyone use such a square plate as a weapon in my life."

A single knife fell and slashed the board. With a clanging sound, the board was slashed on the edge of the board. The board did not move at all. It turned out that the square board looked like a wooden board, but it was steel, but it was painted with wood grain on the outside.

Fengboye immediately withdrew his knife and waited for it to be released again. Unexpectedly, his arm retracted, and the single knife could not be taken back, but he was firmly sucked the steel plate. Fengboye was shocked and grabbed it with all his strength, which separated the single knife from the steel plate and shouted.
Chapter completed!