Yun qianrou was still in a state of disbelief. When she heard the words roared by Mu Chu Ling, her face turned pale in an instant.

The other perfumers on the stage were also stunned.

Not only the flavorists, but also the audience, but all the people in the country who were watching the live broadcast all followed.

They stare at the stage, full of sneer, proud and angry, upright and upright mu Chuling. Their mouth is wide, and all the cheers and condemnation are stuck in their throat. The president of the

perfume association, with a heavy eye on her eyes, stared at the cloud's eyes, and turned to be wooden Cen Ling, with a sharp tone, "and so on... Miss mu, what do you call your perfume?"

Mu Chuling was so angry that she didn't notice the abnormal situation. Hearing the president's question, she suppressed her humiliation, raised her head, and sat in the chair of the chief judge with stubbornness and grievance.

her expression is resentment, gently and proudly, "my work is called" heartbeat ". I was specially designed for Mr. ghost. I hope to send my perfume to him in public."

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"dead silence, spread throughout the national fragrance contest, and even countless live rooms.

Mu Chuling's fans, looking at their idols, look dull, completely rigid into a piece of wooden post.

And the fans of Yunqing, looking at mu Chuling's eyes, are actually looking at a fool again.

Yun qianrou once again experienced the feeling of being thrown from heaven into hell. She was full of panic, her body was shaking, and finally fell heavily on the chair.

On the stage, even those who were silent and did not like to talk, all raised their heads in a wrong way, and looked at the beautiful Mu Chu Ling alone there with a strange look.

The air is like static tape, completely solidified in place.

For a long time, the sound of air like gossamer began to ring.

"Lying... Lying in the trough..."

"what's the situation with this TMD...

" I feel an embarrassment that I've never felt before... "

" this is the champion of the last time?! WTF... Yunqing... Yunqing is really too difficult...

mu Chuling confessed to ghost with sincerity, but the man never gave her a look.

He sat there, just like a perfect artwork, just staring at the cloud with his eyes full of monsters and ghosts.

Mu Chuling was angry and jealous. She lowered her head and pointed her full of resentment and jealousy at Yunqing. Her eyes were scornful and she hissed, "Yunqing, you humiliate me, covet my champion, and ruin my reputation. I swear by the reputation of the first lady of Mordor, I will kick you out of the fragrance contest and be ruined!"

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Yunqing looked at mu Chuling coldly and playfully.

It's really not her fault.

Mu Chuling's disgrace was all on her own.

A never before embarrassed atmosphere, from the corner of the whole competition scene swept by.

Mu Chuling's fans, some people can't bear to see their idols die like this, a small voice reminds them.

"Chu Ling goddess, you... Look back at the big screen behind you..."

mu Chuling sneered, disdained, and said angrily, "I don't need to see it at all. The champion belongs to Mu Chuling. Yun Qing wants to use despicable means to plagiarize my works, but there is no door!"

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