Chapter 1127: ? Copy the classic

As always, the reporters were mobilized, and the communication network was restored. Now the whole planet is watching here, waiting for their emperor to speak.
Every word and word of your Majesty will be signaled to every corner of the planet, and gradually spread throughout the country.
"His Majesty the Emperor will give a speech."
"This is the Royal Tomb of Feather Star, which is transmitted by Channel 6..."
"Please keep calm and don't cross the cordon."
Various voices outside the door are mixed together. Some news anchors are talking to the drone floating in front of them, and some people are holding the communicator and don’t know who they are communicating with, and the army is more present. They formed a human wall, isolating the entire mausoleum from the outside world.
Maybe they are all curious, why is the emperor on Feather Star? What are you going to say?
But even if he was curious, he couldn't show it, let alone guess, so the expressions of the crowd outside the door were similar to those behind Su Ming.
"I only surfed the Internet for the first time half an hour ago, and I became a webcaster half an hour later. The world is changing so fast." Without looking at the pair of green eyes behind him, Su Ming held a Drumsticks are playing tricks.
Little black bean sprouts emerged from his shoulders, swallowing chicken legs several times larger than his body like a snake, and then swayed like seaweed.
Of the various fruits previously fed to it by the host, only a few can be grown in Spartacus, but cannot be grown on the earth, which means it is useless.
After leaving the guard, Su Ming also took an opportunity to let it eat a Shia. Unfortunately, all the abilities of the Shia were not beneficial to the host, and there was nothing to absorb. On the contrary, it knew the existence of Sword Fighters in the host's memory, and it wanted to see if the genes of that race had any merit.
"Sword-fighting star, fighting power depends on the race of mood? It's too unstable." Su Ming felt its desire, stretched out his finger and pressed the small bean sprouts: "Next time I will find a Kryptonian to try something new, the next plan do you understand?"
Little Bean Sprout nodded, asking is unnecessary, it always understands the host's thoughts.
But humans seem to prefer the exchange of questions and answers, so as a good symbiote, it chooses to follow the habits of the host.
It maintained the face of the death knell at this time, and after a tidal wave of wriggling, the gorgeous robes of gold and red were replaced with red earth costumes.
Red leather jacket, red trousers, black leather shoes and white socks.
Putting on this costume, the death knell moved his neck and walked outside the building: "Showtime."
With the sound of pushing the door, the soldiers saluted him, and all the cameras turned to him, he was bathed in the eyes of tens of billions of people on a planet.
The applause sounded when he stepped on the red carpet, and stopped after he stood on the flowered podium.
Whether the sound is sounding or disappearing, it is neat and consistent.
He lifted his chin slightly and looked to the left first and then to the right. No one dared to look at him. The power of rights is really useful in a stable society, especially the relatively brutal kingship.
Su Ming stretched out his fingers and tapped the microphone lightly, and said with a gentle smile: "People of the Shia Empire, I am your emperor! At this moment, not only you, but the stars are also listening to my voice! Shia Long live the empire!"
Well, the Shia Empire is more than ten thousand years old. I hope the universe translation machine can accurately translate this meaning, the kind that understands the context and spirit.
Long live Hydra, Long live Leviathan, Long live Shia, there is no difference, anyway, for Su Ming, they are all fools.
"Long live the empire!"
The various races present did not disappoint the emperor, and they responded in unison, although the vocal organs of some races looked like noses to Su Ming.
Everyone present at Su Mingchao nodded and waved at them in style. It seemed that the effect of the translator was not bad, and it was worth paying a lot of money. You must know that the purple energy gem is very valuable in the main dimension.
"I have a lot to say, but it is not only my voice that I call you to listen to today."
Su Ming suddenly changed his speech after putting down his hand, and a strange smile appeared on his face. When people were watching him through the scene or the Internet, he took out a small machine from his pocket and placed it under the microphone:
"I want to show you a baby."
Just as people showed all kinds of incomprehensible expressions everywhere in Feather Star, the door of the silver-white building behind them opened again.
At this moment, everyone who saw the next scene had a short circuit in their brains, if they had an organ like the brain.
For a long time, abandoning imagination has made people unable to understand what they see.
Those are dozens of emperors and queens who have died, wearing long-dated ornate costumes, with a numb expression belonging to the deceased on their faces, and frost on their bodies. They walked out of the building at a very stiff pace. .
Their eyes gushing with faint green light, and seeing Shia's people is like hungry wolves seeing food.
Su Ming swears that he really saw that the jaws of a certain race were detachable. When these emperors and queens walked out of the mausoleum and appeared in the eyes of everyone, the jaws fell on the ground.
It worked well, something beyond imagination short-circuited their thinking, but the next show was the highlight.
The living corpses lined up neatly behind the death knell, posing a slanted neck posture, putting their hands on their sides, and then motionless.
With everyone's surprised and dull eyes, Su Ming pressed the button of the small instrument on the podium.
Although the little cousin is unreliable most of the time, Su Ming will still adopt some useful suggestions, such as the proposal of bringing his own BGM.
In the past few years of Interstellar Travel, Su Ming bought a lot of alien toys, including this high-tech version of the music player.
Not only is the storage capacity large, but also supports virtual projection MTV.
Su Ming covers some of his favorite songs in his previous life, then compiles them into scores by the adjutant, uses analog instruments to accompany them, and transcribes them.
Now is the time to come in handy.
With the press of the button ~EbookFREE.me~ a kind of gloomy music rang, and the people saw their emperor's head tilted and assumed the same posture as the corpses of the emperors of the past.
Music is definitely a product of imagination, but is the emperor really letting everyone listen to music? Is this really...will not be cleaned?
However, with the emergence of singing, they saw the emperors dance, shrug, kick, and spin frantically.
The emotion of surprise and panic has expanded. Shia’s tradition and history have been betrayed. People’s past experience can no longer provide them with guidance. Everyone does not know what to do next.
Su Ming knows.
He knew that these Xia bird people would love pop music, and the hearing of birds was also developed. What's more, the death knell perfectly reproduced the famous ‘Zombie Dance’ MTV by Michael Jackson.
"People of Shia! I hope you like this "Thriller", and now I order you to jump up with me!"
He picked up a microphone and gave the latest order.