I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 72: Ask for a signature!

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Hearing An Lin's question, Tian Lingling had a rare look of embarrassment on her face.

"What's wrong, can't you?" An Lin asked worriedly.

Tian Lingling didn't answer, but said directly: "Actually... this Dongfang Xue, you have come into contact with..."

"I have been in contact with it!?" An Lin was shocked when he heard this.

Tian Lingling smiled maliciously: "Dongfangxue is the meditation fairy in the group!"

"The Meditation Fairy..."

An Lin's pupils shrank when he heard this, and pictures appeared in his mind.

The first time Fairy Jingxin appeared in the group, she was stimulated by his terrifying promotion speed to doubt her life, and then she vomited blood and fainted...

Fairy Jingxin appeared in the group for the second time, and begged him bitterly as soon as she appeared, hoping to participate in the action to encircle and suppress the demon king.

However, because the monks at the tenth stage of the Taoist body were already recruited, he justly refused...

"This..." An Lin was a little confused.

After a long time, he finally spit out a few words: "Ah..."

Originally, there was a group of friends, so he might be able to get an autograph.

However, An Lin unintentionally hurt her time and time again, now asking her for an autograph, will she give it

Maybe give it a slap...

God forgive who! ! !

An Lin's face was ashen, and he slumped on the chair.

Tian Lingling also noticed this relationship, so she looked embarrassed, and she didn't know what to say at the moment.

"Actually... It's not impossible to get this signature, but the price is a bit high..."

Tian Lingling hesitated for a moment before she spoke.

"What price do you want?" An Lin regained his composure, and looked at the embarrassed little face beside him.

"Elder Sister Dongfang owes me a favor. Although she never signed it, if I beg her, she should still agree to me. It's just...you understand..." Tian Lingling stroked her forehead and sighed softly, " Favors are always easy to run out... "

An Lin thought for a while and said, "Twenty spirit stones!"

Tian Lingling was still struggling: "To be honest, this matter is not as simple as collecting fifty photos of nuns' lives..."

An Lin just wanted to change his words and say "How about a hundred spirit stones", Tian Lingling rushed to say: "Thirty spirit stones! I'll help you!"

An Lin blinked: "Uh... good!"

Seeing An Lin agreeing, the corners of Tian Lingling's petite mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of imperceptible satisfaction.

What a fool and a lot of money... It's just a signature. This girl personally acted. Of course, Sister Dongfang signed it as she said, and cheated him with another 30 spirit stones. It's so cool!

Seeing Tian Lingling agree, the corners of An Lin's mouth raised slightly, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face.

Little Lolita is easy to deceive... It's only 30 spirit stones, the reward for this purchasing agent is 800 spirit stones, and I made a net profit of 770 spirit stones, so cool!

The two people who have their own thoughts are in a good mood at the moment.

Tian Lingling began to inquire about Dongfang Xue's whereabouts, and learned that she was holding a concert in Rongcheng tonight.

Hey, what a coincidence!

The right time, place and people are available!

At this time, the night was just right, and the concert had just begun.

An Lin and Tian Lingling rushed over now, there was no time left.

In this way, the two immediately set off to the venue of the concert.

Tian Lingling started to contact Dongfang Xue, but she seemed to be busy and did not reply.

Seeing that this method didn't work, Tian Lingling called the general manager of Tianyu Group directly, and told them to get in touch immediately, open a green channel, and directly enter Dongfangxue's makeup room.

The identity of the daughter of the chairman of Tianyu Group is really easy to use. Within ten minutes, she greeted all the concert staff.

Soon, the two came to the scene where the concert was held.

Although An Lin is still outside the venue, he can see tens of thousands of white light sticks waving rhythmically. The inside of the venue is like a sea of snow, which looks holy and beautiful.

The beautiful singing voice floats in the whole space, making people intoxicated.

I have to say that Dongfang Xue sings really well.

If An Lin was given a stool, he felt that he could sit outside the venue and hear the end!

However, there were indeed many fans who moved small stools and sat outside the venue of the concert, listening to the wonderful singing with fascination.

Anlin roughly counted, at least thousands of people...

He was secretly speechless, the influence of Dongfang Xue's singing once again refreshed his three views.

These people probably won't be able to buy tickets.

However, a wall can't hinder the enthusiasm of these people, just move a small bench and listen outside!

Tian Lingling pulled An Lin through the back door, and walked unimpeded all the way to Dongfang Xue's make-up room.

Dongfangxue's manager, Sister Liu, warmly received the two of them.

Although Sister Liu didn't know the identity of that man, but this petite and lovely girl was Dongfang Xue's friend, and the backstage was terrifying, so she naturally didn't dare to neglect her.

Dongfang Xue was still singing outside. She only sang five songs in a two-hour concert.

For the rest of the time, either let the other invited guests sing, or put some videos on the screen for the audience to watch, anyway, it's so willful!

At this time, she had already sung the third song, which was called "Sand Painting City".

Even in the makeup room, An Lin could still hear the singing clearly.

Dongfang Xue's voice is light and spirited with a hint of vicissitudes, and her singing contains the helplessness and desolation of the changing world.

When people listen to it, they will inadvertently think of a certain scene, as if they saw a woman standing on the ancient city covered by wind and sand, singing a song of remembrance softly.

Singing can convey emotion and artistic conception.

Obviously, Dongfang Xue has done a perfect job in both aspects!

The end of the song is endless.

Dongfang Xue was about to come back, but An Lin began to feel restless.

On the one hand, it is because of the bad relationship between them...

On the other hand, it is because he actually has a feeling that fans want to meet their idols.

Yes, Anlin has fallen...

The sound of light footsteps was getting closer and closer, and a very pleasant voice began to come:

"Sister Liu, make me a cup of jasmine tea."

As soon as the voice fell, a woman pushed the door and entered.

She was wearing a long brown dress, with a slender and graceful figure, her skin was as snowy as snow, and her pair of autumn eyes were even more intoxicating.

This is a very classic beauty.

For some reason, when An Lin saw her, his heart slowly calmed down.

"Sister Dongfang!"

As soon as Tian Lingling saw her, she threw herself on her excitedly, taking advantage of her height to do a chest-buying kill.

Dongfangxue was startled at first, then she rubbed the head of the girl in front of her a little lovingly, and said with a smile: "Lingling, why did you suddenly want to come to my concert? Didn't you say that you are not interested in my singing?"

An Lin became angry as soon as she heard it, is she not interested in her singing

Is that human being!

He hasn't realized that his brain-dead fan attribute has been activated...

Tian Lingling hugged Dongfangxue's slender waist with a smile, and said softly, "I miss you!"

"You're the one with the sweetest mouth!"

Dongfang Xue pursed her lips and smiled, then her eyes fell on another man.

Tian Lingling noticed her gaze, and immediately said, "Sister Dongfang, guess who he is?"

Dongfang Xue carefully sized up the handsome man in front of her.

The man was showing a flattering smile to her, but she didn't have the slightest impression.

In the end, she could only shake her head with a puzzled look on her face: "Don't be tricky, who the hell is he?"

Tian Lingling approached her ear with a smirk on her face, and said softly: "Do you still have any impression of the fake Taoist Xiaoan..."

Dongfang Xue blinked her eyes when she heard the words, and a paragraph of words appeared in her mind.

Then, her soft and quiet face turned from sunny to cloudy, and she took a deep breath:

"Sister Liu, see off the guests!!!"

(end of this chapter)