The recording of the third issue of masked king of songs officially began.

Civilians in the market are still practicing the new song written to him by theking. The more they practice, the more excited they are.

"Click -" the door of the lounge was pushed open and the staff came in.

"Teacher, it's your turn to draw lots."

Civilians in the market took one at random, with a glimmer of tension in their eyes.

What if you lose?

What if the king senior enters the knockout, and he also loses?

... what?

The civilians in the market walked out of the room, looked at the figure wearing a white mask and greeted him leisurely, "it was me in the first round of the lottery."

"Senior, how about..." the civilians in the market hesitated.

The corner of the lips under the king mask aroused a wicked smile, "why, are you afraid?"

Civilians quickly shook their heads, "no, no, no, I'm just worried..."

"Believe me?" the man wearing a white mask stood in front of him, and the voice processed by the sound changer was a little strange, but these could not affect the man's aggressive publicity.

The civilians in the market looked at the white figure walking away, and their hearts gradually calmed down.

Many years later, the common people in the market became the king of music after Jiang Yi. When interviewed, the reporter asked, "who are you most grateful to on the way? Who has the deepest influence on you?"

When the civilians heard this, they always remembered the figure standing in front of him that day, and couldn't help but evoke the corners of their lips.

"First of all, of course, I thank my parents. Without them, there would be no me. Secondly, the person I thank most is Shu Cheng, who I have been looking up to and trying my best to chase all my life."

Of course, these are later words.

At this time, ordinary people are slowly moving towards the stage.

The masked wind, Lu Yiyi, is bowing to the audience.

The audience burst into applause.

"Lu Yiyi! Lu Yiyi! Lu Yiyi!"

"Lu Yiyi, I like you very much!"

"Yiyi, come on, you are the best!"

"Yiyi, come on!"

"I came to the scene of masked king because Lu Yiyi! I like her very much!"

"The king of songs must belong to my family! What's the name of the showman?"

“theking。”

"Yes, it's him. I don't know why people who only rely on the lyrics won the first place."

……

Civilians in the market listened to the audience and couldn't help frowning. Looking around, a large number of people held up the sign of landing Yiyi.

Is it really possible to win in this form?

At this time, Lu Yiyi was standing on the stage, still wearing a mask, but it was no different from not wearing a mask.

Li Junna pursed her lips. After all, she couldn't openly express her dissatisfaction in the face of the camera.

Deng Fuling listened to the screams of the audience and was speechless. Lu Yiyi's performance in this one was not as good as the first two. At least the first two were serious singing, and this one, she was just performing.

Yes, the performance and cool dance make this one look really cool and handsome.

Singing was ignored by her.

However, even so, she has countless fans to pay for her. Unfortunately, her opponent, ordinary people, seems to have lost.

Jiang Yi sneered and said bluntly, "this is the worst one I have seen since I served as a guest of the guess and evaluation team of the masked king of songs."

Jiang Yi is the king of heaven. No one can help him when he comes to this step. Naturally, he can say what he wants to say.

There was an uproar at the scene.