The King?
What the hell is the King? !
Just as the children were in a daze, they heard the sound of whips cracking. They immediately stuttered, “Yes, yes, the, the King!”
The corner of the eyes of a certain person with an indifferent expression twitched slightly. was this little scoundrel addicted to bullying children? Could he still have some integrity?
If such a scoundrel had his own children in the future, he would probably be the mother of a child.
A certain man’s thoughts suddenly stopped, and his face turned hot. He quickly crossed his legs to cultivate and stopped paying attention to Hei Xinjiu’s movements.
Hei Xinjiu asked the children to stand in two rows, then, she said with her hands behind her back, “Come. I’ll teach you a song. The title of the song will be ‘The King sent me to patrol the mountains’. This song will be the group song for our fourth group in the future. Do You Hear Me?”
The children felt as if their hearts were going crazy. What the hell was this? !
