Yun Qianrou was still in shock and suspicion. When she heard Mu Chuling's roar, her eyes turned dark and her face turned pale in an instant.

Other perfumers on the stage were also shocked.

Not only the perfumers, the live audience, but also everyone in the country who were watching the live broadcast were stunned.

They stared at Mu Chuling, who was proud, angry and righteous, and opened their mouths wide, and all the cheers and condemnations were stuck in their throats.

The president of the Perfume Association twitched his eyelids. The eyes that had originally stared at Yun Qing seriously turned into staring at Mu Chuling, with a sharp tone, "Wait... Miss Mu, what do you think your perfume is called?!"

Mu Chuling was so angry that she was blinded by anger that she didn't notice the abnormalities at the scene. When she heard the president's questions, she suppressed her humiliation, raised her head, and sat stubbornly and aggrievedly on the chief judge's seat.

She said with a resentful expression, gentle and proud, "My work is called "Xingdong". It was developed specifically for Mr. Ghost. I hope to give my perfume to him in public..."

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The deadly silence spread through the venues of the domestic perfume competition and even countless live broadcast rooms.

Mu Chuling's fans looked at their idols with dull eyes and completely stiffened into pieces of wooden stakes.

Yun Qing's fans looked at Mu Chuling's eyes, but they were really looking at another idiot.

Yun Qianrou once again experienced the feeling of being thrown from heaven into hell. She was full of fear, her body shaking for a moment, and finally fell heavily on the chair.

The perfumers on the stage, even those who were silent so silent that they didn't like to talk, raised their heads in a silence, staring at Mu Chuling, who was still there alone with an incredible look.

The air was like a still tape, completely solidifying in place.

It took a long time before the sound of a breath of air.

"Lying...Damn..."

"What's going on in this tmd...?"

"I felt an embarrassment that I had never felt before..."

"Is this the champion of the last time?!wtf...Yun Qing...Yun Qing is really not easy..."

Mu Chuling confessed sincerely to ghost, but the man never gave her a look from beginning to end.

He sat there high above, like a work of perfect art, just staring at Yun Qing with his strange eyes.

Mu Chuling was both angry and jealous. She lowered her head and pointed her resentment and jealousy at Yun Qing. Her eyes were contemptuous and her voice shouted, "Yun Qing, you humiliate me, covet my championship, and ruin my reputation. I swear with the reputation of the number one socialite in the Magic City, that I must kick you out of the perfume competition completely and be defeated!"

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Yun Qing looked at Mu Chuling coldly and playfully with a look of convincing powerlessness.

It's really not her fault.

Mu Chuling's embarrassment was all her own fault.

An awkward atmosphere that had never been seen before swept through every corner of the entire competition scene.

Some of Mu Chuling’s fans can’t bear to see their idols commit suicide like this, and whisper a little reminder.

"Goddess Chu Ling, you...look back at the big screen behind you..."
Chapter completed!