When he heard the word "result", the trembling in Ding Lingquan's hands stopped slightly, and his eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes a little more.
I originally thought that by this time, Clara Qiu would finally be able to see on Ding Lingquan's face that she was no longer pretending. However, just when Clara Qiu was about to question further, something unexpected happened suddenly.
As the harmonica played, more and more noises sounded all around. At first, the faces of the bystanders only showed a little strange color, but gradually, as the harmonica played, they whimpered and arched their backs as if driven by poison.
Except for the stunned sword-wielding attendants, everyone at the table had a look of pain on their faces. Some people pulled down the curtains in pain, and some people overturned the cups and plates on the table when they fell to the ground, and the sharp sound of breaking spread. In an instant, the Yufeng Tower went from being neat and tidy to a mess!
Taking the harmonica away from his mouth suspiciously, the ghost doctor looked at the onlookers who were writhing in pain and looked around as if he really couldn't understand: "This...what kind of show is this?" ? "
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