"Thank you for your support."
"Thank you for your love for me."
"I will continue to work hard and contribute a better cooking dance for everyone!"
An Lin's speech ushered in another climax.
Tonight was destined to be An Lin's night.
The audience's joy and cheers.
The artists' envy and admiration.
They were all making An Lin even more dazzling and dazzling.
The top mentors who had assessed him before were all in a trance at this moment.
"Liu Dabao said he wanted to win the championship, and I refuted him. Now it seems that I was too naive …" Daphne said with emotion.
The old man next to her nodded. "From the beginning, his goal was very clear, and he studied the hearts of people and the audience's preferences very deeply. He is definitely an extremely powerful artist!"
Ying Bao did not think as much as the mentors.
Her heart was beating wildly, and her breathing quickened.
Countless thoughts were surging in her mind.
Liu Dabao did it?
Liu Dabao really did it?
She thought it was a wishful thinking.
Liu Dabao actually made it happen?
The scary thing was that Liu Dabao had been aiming for this goal from the beginning. How deep was this man hiding? What kind of person was he?
And that bet …
What would Liu Dabao ask her to do?
Thinking of this, Ying Bao's heart was beating wildly again.
There was another person on the stage.
That person's legs were already weak, and he wanted to hide in a crack in the ground.
Jin Feihong did not expect that this trainee, who looked like a pushover, would become the star of Red Ink Workshop in just one day.
The most important thing was that he had insulted Liu Dabao in every possible way and wanted to kill him. Now, in the blink of an eye, others were going to look down on him.
No wonder Liu Dabao did not speak to him. He was not pretending, but he was really a funny clown …
An Lin did not pay attention to Jin Feihong.
Even though he had already gotten ten points from being the best, he was too lazy to show off in front of Jin Feihong. After all, his goal was not there.
When the Red Emperor saw that An Lin was still calm despite the cheers of the crowd, he admired him even more. He said, "Liu Dabao, according to tradition, after you become the star, you have to perform another song for the audience."
"Ah? Is there such a custom? "An Lin really didn't know.
Ying Bao didn't tell him, or maybe she was too lazy to tell him. After all, no one knew that Liu Dabao could become the top girl in one night!
"You're not prepared? Impromptu performances are also allowed. "
When the Red Emperor saw An Lin's expression, he did not feel unnatural at all. Instead, he smiled at An Lin like a big sister next door, and his tone had the power to pacify people's hearts.
When the audience heard that there was going to be a performance, they all got excited.
"Let's have another fried chicken!"
The Dragon Emperor's son shouted.
The rest of the audience followed suit.
"Chicken, you smell so good!"
"Chicken, you smell so good!"
"Other dishes are fine too!"
"Cow, you smell so good!"
"I want pig, you smell so good!"
"Fish, you smell so good!!"
As the audience shouted, their stomachs started to get hungry.
When Jin Ling'Er saw this scene, she held her forehead and sighed. "Despicable Dabao, what have you done to our Red Ink Workshop?"
Red Ink Workshop was one of the last art palaces in this world, but now, a large group of people were shouting the names of dishes. Those who didn't know would think that they were at a market.
An Lin smiled but did not say anything. What was this style? At the start, he thought that the style of Red Ink Workshop was the style of Yi Hong Brothel. Sister Hong even said that the ladies inside were all artists. At that time, it was already polite of An Lin not to laugh out loud …
The 60,000 spectators were all very enthusiastic.
They were looking forward to An Lin's performance.
However, An Lin was quite distressed. He couldn't cook anymore.
The frying pan could only be used once a day. If he used it again, it would not be as fragrant. Thus, he had to change his performance method.
Then, what method should he change?
An Lin looked toward the venue.
This place was extremely lively, and the cheers were like a tidal wave.
All of the artists who had reached the pinnacle of their respective fields were looking at him with encouraging smiles on their faces, as if they were cheering him on.
All of the spectators were extremely enthusiastic, as if everything was perfect.
However, An Lin knew that this was perhaps the last bit of beauty in the Ancient Tai Chu Realm.
These people were clearly in a half-dead state, but they were still holding on to their civilization and believing in their time.
Red Ink Workshop, glazed lantern.
The starry sky of the Tai Chu Ruins.
An Lin stood at the center of the stage in a white robe.
He suddenly recalled a popular song from Earth.
It was an old song from over a hundred years ago …
How many people still remembered this song?
Just like the Ancient Tai Chu Realm, it was once the center of the universe. How many living beings still remembered it?
"The brightest star in the night sky."
"Can you hear me?"
"Those who look up to me."
"The loneliness and sighs in the bottom of my heart …"
The song suddenly sounded, and the raucous venue and cheers abruptly disappeared. They were all qualified spectators, and they knew that An Lin had already begun his performance, so they all remained silent.
The Red Emperor was immediately dumbstruck.
She felt like this song was very appropriate for their current situation.
Wasn't the Ancient Tai Chu Realm once the brightest star in the night sky?
But now, they had become people they looked up to and reminisced about …
"The brightest star in the night sky ~ ~ ~"
"Can you remember ~ ~"
"The figure who once walked with me and disappeared in the wind and rain ~ ~"
An ethereal yet magnetic voice sounded.
The spectators gradually began to realize that this was a song for them.
Just how many of their loved ones had disappeared in the face of the apocalyptic disaster? There were far too many, so many that they couldn't even remember.
They were the lonely living beings who looked up to the stars …
An extremely beautiful accompaniment began to sound.
The spectators suddenly discovered that Gu Qiu was sitting on the stage like a tranquil and beautiful woman, and she was playing the harp for the man beside her!
"I pray for a transparent heart.
"And tears in my eyes.
"Give me the courage to believe again.
"Oh … to embrace you beyond the lies ~ ~"
The climax sounded, and all the spectators felt a layer of goosebumps.
An Lin's voice seemed to have a peculiar penetrating power, and it carried with it a special kind of magic, hope, and wish as he sang to his heart's content.
"Every time I can't find the meaning of existence ~ ~
"Every time I'm lost in the night ~ ~
"Oh ~ The brightest star in the night ~ ~
"Please guide me to you ~ ~ ~"
An Lin's voice was still drifting through the air.
The spectators had tears streaming down their faces.
They were struggling, and they had to survive even if they had to change their life forms.
They couldn't find the meaning of existence. They were situated in the last lonely city of this destroyed world, and they had to endure endless loneliness and darkness …
An Lin continued to sing.
However, the spectators began to disappear one by one.
They disappeared into their seats, as if they had never existed.
An Lin didn't seem to care and continued to sing.
Ying Bao, who was softly singing with tears streaming down her face, also disappeared.
An Lin was still singing passionately.
The artists on the stage also disappeared one by one.
Finally, Gu Qiu, who was accompanying him, also disappeared, and the accompaniment came to an abrupt end.
The stage was very empty.
There was no one in the spectator seats.
Perhaps, they had never existed in the first place.
The people on the stage were still singing.
What An Lin saw was the Red Ink Workshop that had even lost its light. The lanterns and candles were extinguished, and the divine light had dissipated. The only light was the stars.
It was as if he was situated under the starry sky, in a dark and silent ninety-nine story pavilion. The people below the stage were gone, and the people on the stage were singing softly.
Did everything really not exist?
"The brightest star in the night sky.
"Can you hear me ~ ~ ~
"The one who looks up to you
"The loneliness and sighs in the bottom of my heart …
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