Even if the song and dance troupe had a one-hour intermission, no one under the stage would leave, for fear that they would not be able to squeeze in.
The live broadcast channel was also overcrowded, making the deputy mayor who presided over the overall situation painful and happy.
Happiness is because these are all his achievements, and the pain is because he underestimated the number of audiences, which led to a large number of festival live broadcast resources, so that the live broadcast of festival celebrations hosted by the City Hall itself was not cared about.
"You have been staring at something for an afternoon." Diva came behind the scenes and handed a piece of cake to Mona.
Mona took the cake and looked at the crowded scene through the curtain, and exclaimed: "When I was young, I dreamed of going on such a stage."
Di Wa chuckled and said, "If you want to, I can give you the opportunity of a guest appearance."
"Forget it." Mona shook her head and said with a laugh: "The rock and roll that girl played is too manic, I'm afraid my heart on the platform can't stand it."
"Then you don't regret it." Diva turned and smiled.
"Where are you going?" Mona took a bite of the cake.
Diva laughed strangely: "Change into the costume, that girl secretly gave it to me, saying that she can't let you see it."
These words successfully aroused Mona's curiosity, the less she let her watch, the more she wanted to see it.
"It's useless if you beg me. It's better to be patient and wait till the evening. Maybe you will be pleasantly surprised." Diva pushed Mona away, giggled and entered the changing room.
Mona snorted: "Hmph, my old lady is here to stay. If you want to go on stage, don't you want to pass by me!"
The intermission time passed quickly, and the sky was completely dark.
The enthusiasm of the audience became more and more high, and suddenly one of them took the lead and shouted: "Fanya!"
Then immediately many people followed and shouted, and in the end, all the people shouted in unison that the whole city could hear.
In the center of the city, the white tower.
An elegant white-robed female mage had just finished a magic experiment. She came out of the quiet room and heard movement from outside. She couldn't help but asked the disciple who was handing the face scarf: "What day is it today? How is the excitement outside?"
The disciple replied: "Teacher Amora, today is the Harvest Honey Wine Festival."
"Oh, that's the case." Amora said with a chuckle, "It seems that this year's city hall has finally put on a wonderful festival performance."
The disciple said with a weird expression: "The instructor is not run by the city hall. It is a singing and dancing troupe from other places. However, the truly wonderful performance has not yet begun. Those voices are all the audience chanting the protagonist on stage.
"Is this?" Amora said with a look of surprise, "Is that the big star here? How popular is it?"
"Not a big star..." The disciple couldn't explain clearly for a while, and simply took out the personal terminal that had been running the live broadcast and said: "It's her, Goddess Fanya!"
"Goddess?!" Amora's expression was wonderful, after all, no mortal dared to call himself a in the land of Ms. Magic.
Suddenly a divine thought descended, and Amora and the disciples were shocked, and they knelt down to salute, and said respectfully: "Madam."
An oracle came directly into Amora's mind: "Go and see, you are my eyes now."
"Follow your will." Amora blinked, her eyes changing to reflect a round of mysterious magic eyes.
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"Fanya! Fanya! Fanya!" The shouts of the audience under the stage became more and more enthusiastic, and there was no sign of stopping.
The netizens who were watching the live broadcast also joined in the excitement, screaming: "Fanya!!!"
Mona glanced at the time and called a staff member instructed: "Go back and have a look, what is that girl doing? Why can't she come."
"Yes..." As soon as the staff answered, a strong wave of spatial magic suddenly uploaded from the stage.
"What's the situation?" Mona was shocked and flashed to the curtain to look on.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunder and explosion overwhelmed the unanimous sound of ten thousand people, and immediately saw five dark shadows descend on the stage in the thunder light.
The scene was silent for an instant, and everyone was stunned.
In the next second, another bright beam of light shone, and immediately saw a golden armored descend from the sky, landing heavily on the stage, making a huge noise.
Amora, who had just been teleported to the scene, was taken aback and exclaimed, "The Archangel of Courage?!!!"
"It's not Him!" Ms. Magic's voice appeared in her mind.
Amora looked astonished and said, "Who is so bold? How dare to pretend to be an archangel of courage..."
As soon as her voice fell, she saw this fake courage archangel actually picking up a peculiar magic piano and playing a shocking melody!
Then came a loud roar in unison: "I would like to pay my youth tears!"
This sound hit Amora's heart, making her feel her heart skipped a beat, her whole body was like an electric shock, and her hairs were all erected!
"What a terrible mental attack!!!" Amora, who had recovered, immediately subconsciously wanted to be on guard, but she heard Lady Magic's voice sounded again: "Let go of your mind."
Although Amora didn't know why, she immediately followed suit out of absolute trust in the goddess.
In the next second, a thrilling melody exploded in her mind.
"The treetops moved slightly, and the smoke curled up."
"Winter story, gray and snow."
The beautiful female voice constantly resounded in her mind along with a strong rhythmic melody, and Amora almost couldn't help but beat the melody.
"Where does the miracle and awe go!" Suddenly the melody ushered in a climax.
Looking at the crowds of people underneath, the audience has completely fallen into madness, swaying and shouting neatly following the melody.
"This..." Amora never thought that a woman could sing such a powerful song, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly following the melody: "Is she a siren?"
Ms. Magic: "No~EbookFREE.me~ listen to the song quietly, don't talk."
Amora immediately closed her mouth tightly.
After a long time, with the last syllable falling again and again.
The audience cheered instantly after a few seconds of silence, and the live broadcast channel was also boiling.
"This battle song is good... good..." The emotionally surging Amora was short of words and didn't know how to describe it.
"It's not a war song." Ms. Magic's voice sounded again: "This kind of music is called rock and roll, from Midgard, but mortals can't sing such an effect that can directly resonate with the soul."
Amora was surprised: "Madam, is this also a god?"
Think about it too, if the other party didn't get the acquiescence of the lady, how could he dare to be so presumptuous here.
"He is not a god." Ms. Magic's voice did not carry a wave of waves: "He is a demon."
"Magic?!!!" Amora was shocked and suddenly noticed that a handsome black man appeared next to her at some point. She was so frightened that she hurriedly saluted and said, "Ye'an, the embodiment of wisdom, under the crown of Marsaier. "
