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Chapter 140

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    The moment Rong Qi came out of the backstage after getting her makeup done and her hair done, the entire live broadcast room was amazed.

    Dressed in black robes, majestic and majestic, behind him is a manjushahua with gilt patterns. The figure like a god's mansion is as long as jade, with black hair hanging down behind him, part of which is tied high by a golden jade crown.  Uninhibited, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, wide sleeves hanging down, not at all thin, with sword-shaped eyebrows on the temples, and looking up, it gives people a feeling of calm and prestige.

    At first glance, it makes people want to kneel and surrender!

    After the barrage in the live broadcast room was still for 30 seconds, it began to rage¡ª¡ª

    [Aoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible ideal!  ¡¿

    [This is simply the Demon Emperor himself!  ¡¿

    ¡¾My lord emperor, please accept my worship!  ¡¿

    ¡¾There are three thousand beauties in the harem, I can be a little palace maid too!  ¡¿

    [Master Dijun accept me, oh, oh, oh!  ¡¿

    Not only the crowd in the live broadcast room, but even Ji Nuan was amazed.

    She had never seen such Rong Qi before, dressed in a black brocade robe of peerless elegance, looking up at the king's land.

    She has seen all the roles she played, it's not that there are no costume dramas.

    There are many roles, including killers, dudes, and emperors.

    But it was nothing like today, as if something hit her heart all of a sudden, and she was a little bored.

    While Ji Nuan was looking at Rong Qi again, Rong Qi was also looking at her.

    That day, she wore a wedding dress like this, the blood-colored manjushahua, her long hair tied up,

    At that moment, Fang seemed to travel through many times, and he saw her again.

    ""

    Looking at each other for only a moment, before the two of them could say anything, Xiong Hao's voice came from the earphones,

    "Rong Qi pay attention to the camera seats, don't keep staring at Ji Nuan, your fans are about to blow up!"

    Rong Qi: ""

    Why did he want to accept this crap variety show?

    However, if you pick it up, you have to finish the work and do things well.

    Received Xiong Hao's reminder, Ji Nuan avoided his sight and turned to look at the red walls and green tiles around him.

    They are now in the center of Nanming City. This ancient city has experienced three fires in history, and it continues to this day. The cultural relics and ancient walls here are still under restoration.

    The master who restores cultural relics is called An Huaijin, and everyone calls him An Lao. He is Li Cheng's mentor and an old professor of the History Department of Huaqing University. He has been repairing cultural relics for decades in this place.

    "Hello, Teacher An."

    Ji Nuan and Rongqi came over to say hello to Mr. An. At this time, Mr. An was brushing an antique with a small brush. He was wearing a white Tai Chi hexagram, his temples were slightly frosted, and his thick round-rimmed glasses hung  On the bridge of the nose, seeing Ji Nuan and Rong Qi approaching, he smiled and shook hands with the two of them.

    "Hello you all."

    After saying this, Mr. An continued to bow his head to repair cultural relics.

    Ji Nuan and Rong Qi tactfully did not disturb him, and at the same time, Xiong Hao also cut the camera to An Lao's hands.

    As time passed bit by bit, the vigorous and powerful hands brushed the small feathers carefully, gradually the small feathers became more and more delicate, and finally they were repaired into a complete Phoenix feather.

    "Is this the phoenix feather of the demon emperor Mo Xuan?"

    Ji Nuan asked aloud, it looked very ordinary.

    Although exquisite, it has no soul at all.

    An Lao put down the tools in his hand, pushed down his glasses, shook his head and said,

    "It's just an imitation."

    Although the phoenix feathers of the demon emperor Moxuan did not disappear with the end of the Great Chaos War, most of the existing ones are imitations.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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