This is the first time that Yu Xian has seen a real person among the Twelve Thrones.
It was not as stunning as expected, but rather a bit ordinary. When Yin walked in, Yu Xianzhisheng thought she was just a junior high school girl who came to the coffee shop to drink coffee.
She is not tall, wears a JK short skirt, a white shirt on her upper body, black and white canvas shoes, and carries a bag carrying a doll bear. At first glance, she looks like a girl next door.
Yu Xian stood up and took the initiative to reach out his hand.
Yin did not shake hands with him. He sat down and looked at Yu Xianzhisheng: "When will the new song be released?"
"?" Yu Xian childishly blinked.
"I'm almost tired of listening to that song "Red Hot Chili Peppers". I heard that you participated in the competition. I waited in front of your channel for a long time this morning, but I didn't see your channel launched. Have you considered the mood of your female fans?
Yin asked, "What? Are you ready to ruin it on the first day?"
"No." Yuxian waved his hands naively.
Meeting fans like this was something he never expected.
"As for the new song, I plan to put it on the performance day ten days later." He added.
"That's good. If you dare to show off, I'll be the first one not to agree. Since you know Brother Yilong, it will be convenient for me to urge you to update in the future." Yin casually picked up the knife and fork on the table and waved it, "Go on,
What mission to perform?"
Yuxian Zhisheng quickly explained his plan.
"So cruel, are you going to send him to hell?" He said with a look of ecstasy, "It's so powerful! I like it!"
"I'm playing her, right?" Yin looked at Tian Kongkui.
"Yes."
"They're about the same height, so that's no problem." Yin looked away, suddenly leaned forward, and pursed his crystal lips, "The price I ask for in exchange is to listen to your new song in advance."
"It's already being done." Yuxian Zhisheng created an English folder in his mind, "I will send you a demo before releasing it."
"Okay, let's add an email address first." Yin took out his mobile phone from the doll bag.
The two exchanged email addresses.
"I still have signatures, please." Yin handed over a stack of blank business cards, "Write more and fill up this stack."
Yuxian raised his eyebrows, took out a black marker from the pocket of his overalls, and clicked his tongue: "Why do you need so many?"
"When you become famous, you can play mahjong with them and lose money, and I can use it to pay off your debt." Yin said seriously.
"It's a good idea. Why didn't I think of it?" Yuan Heyilong suddenly realized, "This way the old man won't be afraid of taking away his pocket money. Just put a few on eBay and you can go out and drink wine."
"Hey, is it really okay to take my signature money and drink your flower wine?" Yu Xian childishly began to sign, with beautiful handwriting on the white business card, "And it's not certain whether I can become famous, right?"
"The person Miss Kuromutong cares about cannot be a loser. I don't have to believe you, but I can't help but believe my own lady." He said happily, "Wait a moment, I will be back soon."
Yin took her bag, opened her umbrella, and got into the car she drove.
"What is she going to do?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"Make up." Yuanhe Yilong said.
"She looks like a junior high school student." Through the glass window of the coffee shop, Yu Xian looked at her back in the rain, and then continued to focus on the signature.
"If you need her, she can take on various forms, including a young woman, a mature wife, and even a grandmother in her 70s and 80s. She is an elite brought back by the old man from Abu Dhabi. She is good at bone-shrinking skills and Gray Gray.
Western Jiu-Jitsu." Yuan and Yilong took a sip of water and said, "Don't be deceived by her ordinary appearance. The people who died under her can fill this cafe. She ranks sixth among the Twelve Thrones."
Yu Xian's childish head suddenly started singing.
I am Vajra Legs, ah ~ he can do Vajra Legs.
He is an iron head gong, ah ~ I am an iron head gong.
Then Yin jumped on the stage and snatched the broom from Stephen Chow's hand. Oh yeah! I have the bone-shrinking skill!
"Who is the number one among the Twelve Thrones?" Yu Xian asked with naive interest.
"Are you asking about the original Twelve Thrones or this generation?" Yuan He Yilong hinted with a wink.
"Let's talk about the first generation first?" Yu Xian asked tentatively.
"It's me - Long!" Yuan Heyilong laughed loudly, "Good brother, thank you for asking. It's embarrassing to say it forcefully."
But your bitch looks quite...weak, Yuzuru wanted to say, although through the loose hunting clothes, he could see the well-developed chest muscles of Minamoto and Ichiryu. A person like this might wear a suit.
The clothes are bursting.
No, wait, it's not that he looks weak, it's just that he behaves too loyally in front of him, like a good buddy who can go hand in hand, so he can't feel his violent side.
"What about this generation?"
"Emperor." Yuan and Yilong said calmly, "The hexagonal player has the strongest comprehensive ability and is proficient in hundreds of swordsmanship. He is the only person in the Yuan family who can tie with Yuan and Dafeng. He is also an expert in all firearms.
He is also very Machiavellian. A man who can become an emperor has to go through the Hell Shinto of the Minamoto family, and he is the only one who has passed it. I also failed to pass it back then, just a few inches short of it."
"At the same time, he is also the father's godson."
Yuan and Yilong licked their lips, hesitated for a while, and then turned their eyes to Yuxian Zhisheng, "To be honest, good brother, the old man's plan is to marry Miss Kurobutong to him, and Yuan and Dafeng will also do the marriage.
past."
Yu Xian's immature pen paused for a moment, and after a few seconds, he continued to write his signature.
"No response?" Yuan and Yilong waved their hands in front of him.
"What kind of reaction should I have?" Yu Xian put down his pen, picked up the coffee cup, and looked out the window. In the Lamborghini in the rain, Yuan and Dafeng breathed at the car window and drew a flower with their fingers.
She looked here through the transparent flower. Their eyes met in the rain, and then evaporated. The heavy rain shadow quickly washed away the flower.
"I thought you would be very disappointed." Yuan Heyilong said with a smile, "I was quite expecting you to show a disappointed look, and then I would give you some blood in a few words and your fighting spirit would be burning brightly."
"Actually, each of the Twelve Thrones can write a novel or make a movie. Their lives are all exciting. The only one who can give orders to them is you, the shadow in the future, besides me beside the old man.
.These are the trump cards in your hand, and they are also the confidence for you to stand on the Tokyo poker table and run wild."
"Will the Emperor surrender to me?" Yu Xian put away his pen.
"He is your competitor." Yuanhe Yilong said, "As long as you can win the position of shadow, he will definitely surrender at your feet. In the Yuan family, shadows have equal rights with the head of the family since ancient times."
"Miss, I care about you, you have won over him a lot." Yuan and Yilong drank all the water in the cup.
