"If you have something to do, Zhong Wuyan, if you have nothing to do, Xia Yingchun! If you have something to do, Zhong Wuyan, if you have nothing to do, Xia Yingchun!"

The sound echoed deafeningly in the room.

"Yuanzi~"

Grandma's voice came from the living room: "Turn down your voice, don't disturb your grandpa watching the news."

"Understood." Zhang Yuanqing put the Elvis speaker on the table again.

After all, the content played is purely a simple protest, not the demon king's simple and easy-to-understand royal maid audio, which can be compromised appropriately.

The Elvis Presley speaker immediately played soothing and melodious piano music, and lowered the pitch.

This prop, which cannot be stored in the inventory, occasionally becomes addicted, and it will be so full of desire to perform.

��The soul of Elvis Presley, who loves freedom, is imprisoned inside.

Listening to the soothing piano music, Zhang Yuanqing remembered that there was one more thing, whether to return the Fumo pestle to the old clapper, he still needed to consult the elder dog.

"The Fumo pestle has been positioned by the empress. If you don't return it, it won't be usable in the dungeon, but it can be used in reality anyway. Once it is returned, this item will be completely out of my reach. As the first item, I have no respect for it. Feelings are as deep as a cat is to a small fish. After all, the old clapper is really fucking beautiful, an oriental classical goddess"

Muttering to himself, he took out the crouching pestle and touched it more while it was still by his side.

There may be no chance in the future.

About half an arm long, with a slightly heavy hand, a brass pestle engraved with exquisite incantations appeared in his palm.

Zhang Yuanqing stroked the cold copper pestle with his fingers, looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly found that something was wrong. The original dull brass pestle turned extremely bright, as if it had been polished, as if it had just been driven out of a factory.

"Hey, after using the old clapper, it became brighter and newer? See if the attributes have changed?"

As the voice fell, a strong golden light suddenly erupted from the crouching rod, overpowering the sunlight coming in from the window, dyeing the ceiling, walls, and everything in the room brilliant gold.

A fairy goddess wearing neon clothes and feather clothes floated out of the crouching pestle and stood gracefully in the air.

In the next second, the fairy lowered her gaze like a cold pool, and said coldly:

"Old Clapper?"

Zhang Yuanqing's mind was greatly shocked, he was stunned, and he forgot to accept his head and bowed.

Can the old clapper come to reality? How can this be?

The sudden appearance of Empress Sandaoshan caught Zhang Yuanqing off guard. He felt his adrenaline soared, and his emotions and nerves were tense to the extreme.

On the desk, the tune of the Elvis Presley speaker changed, and a deep male voice came out:

"I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, the most afraid of friends' sudden concern, the most afraid of memories, and the most afraid of hearing about you suddenly."

Empress Sandaoshan turned her eyes, and glanced coldly at the Elvis speaker on the table.

In an instant, the Elvis speaker was like being choked by someone, and the song was suddenly interrupted.

The air is really quiet.

Zhang Yuanqing responded quickly, and bowed to him:

"I've seen you, congratulations, you have escaped from the spirit realm and come to reality." JrNovels.com