Mu Qing's mind was a complete blank now.
Sing?
Sing what song?
She didn't even know who she was anymore.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
The whole person stood dumbly on the stage, yet her eyes were still fixed on Lu Xiaobu's phone screen.
However, she wasn't like those who said they were 'gathering information,' she really didn't know what to do anymore.
So much so that she forgot to control her eyes.
Drip, drip.
About fifteen seconds later.
"Poof!"
Mu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, closed her eyes, and fell to the ground.
She was clearly experiencing inner demons!
"Uh! Is this thing's destructive power that great?" Lu Xiaobu's mouth twitched as he looked at Mu Qing on the ground.
If this were modern people, many watch ten or more episodes in a day without much feeling.
Sigh, these cultivators have really poor psychological endurance.
