When You Ye returned, she saw Taiyinzi staring at the surroundings attentively. If he was given a knife, what would he look like?
Of course, it was just like a cameo who had no name but worked hard to portray the posture of a fourth-ranked imperial bodyguard with a sword.
"Master."
"You're back." Luoqiu nodded, "You didn't encounter any trouble, right?"
Miss Maid approached him and whispered, "It's a monster with decent strength. It should be just curious and nothing else. I've already warned it. Master, is it okay to deal with it this way? "
"Just do as you say," Luoqiu smiled and suddenly waved his hand to pinch You Ye's clothes on her shoulder.
"This is …" You Ye frowned. She always liked to be clean and not be stained with dust.
"It looks like a strand of hair." Luoqiu waved his hand and gently swept Miss Maid's shoulder, "It should be left by the monster just now."
"Master, You Ye was too careless this time." For some reason, Miss Maid showed a look of self-blame for the first time.
"As you said, it's a monster with decent strength. It's normal for it to have some little tricks that people don't notice."
Luoqiu smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe You Ye's frown, "The systems of the East and the West are different. The source of our power is even more different from other systems. It's not strange that we can't notice it once or twice."
With that, Luoqiu looked at the short strand of hair in his hand … The golden hair was about half the length of a finger. Boss Luo suddenly opened his palm and let the strand of hair lie flat in his palm.
Suddenly, it automatically broke into countless small pieces that were as fine as dust, and it completely disappeared with a puff of air.
"Just like a lion won't pay attention to ants crawling on the ground," Luoqiu said indifferently, then suddenly smiled and looked at You Ye, "You don't need to blame yourself. But it's okay to be upset because it will make you look cute. And it's also my first time to see it. "
You Ye nodded. But in an instant, she returned to the Miss Maid who could do almost everything in the club.
"Let's watch the performance." Luoqiu looked at the dance floor and the stage. He saw two young men holding their instruments and waving their hands while walking out from the back of the stage.
Without saying anything, the explosive music sounded. As a guitarist, Cheng Yiran, started her solo at the first time. Her fingers on the strings were like a powerhouse, increasing the sound effect again.
Luoqiu drank the last mouthful of "Gin-Fizz" and suddenly said, "Taiyinzi, since you found a financial backer, then go to work."
"This poor priest … this poor priest knows." Taiyinzi nodded.
…
…
Some people said that this country's rock is dead. Some people said that it was still alive.
For Cheng Yiran, it was still alive. For people who liked it, it was still alive.
But it was undeniable that no matter how many people said that it was still alive, the number of people who liked it was always decreasing, and the number of people who understood it was also decreasing.
This kind of situation, perhaps it really hurt the rock musicians … They couldn't listen, couldn't say, and could only argue, but in the end, they were powerless to deal with the mainstream public.
They either had a war of words in some forums, or they killed a bloody path to bring it to various large stages again and again.
But, in this country with a population of 1.4 billion, they were still too few.
Who knows if there will be a day when this country will be able to reproduce the popularity of rock and roll all over the country decades ago?
After all, there were too few successful people walking on this road. Without a great beauty, they couldn't walk the path of idols and quickly become popular. Without a strong financial backer, they could only fight for the same stage with thousands of people, and without a strong strength, they could only be hot-blooded …
Could only be in this kind of place.
The audience below the stage was indeed very lively … but it wasn't because of the music at this moment, but because of the alcohol and the beauty around him.
Cheng Yiran's fingers became faster and faster, but he gradually felt pain and numbness in his fingers. When he first learned to play the guitar, he often felt pain and numbness in his fingers, but it was far less painful than this.
He tried his best to play, but at best, it was just a tool for the people here … to set off the atmosphere.
The music sounded again, but no one looked at him.
This is not what I want … It was as if there was a voice whispering in his ear: Is this what you want?
Was it his own voice? Or was it someone else's voice?
Cheng Yiran suddenly couldn't hear the lively voices below the stage.
It was as if he had suddenly lost his hearing. A buzzing sound kept circling in his mind, lingering and becoming more and more ferocious. It pierced through his pride, his perseverance, and his persistence, leaving nothing behind.
Cheng Yiran came back to his senses under a loud sound. There were many sound systems below the stage, and at this time, they were constantly repeating the ear-piercing buzzing sound.
Cheng Yiran looked below the stage in surprise and fear. Those so-called 'audience' who didn't look at him were now looking at him one by one.
Cheng Yiran looked at his hands subconsciously, looking at the electric guitar hanging on his hand … looking at the string that was broken by his madness and numbness.
A broken string, he played a broken string.
Cheng Yiran slightly moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of fear and panic.
He didn't know what to do, his body almost instinctively retreated step by step.
Seeing this situation, Hong Guan, who was next to him, quickly turned on the electric cords hanging on his body and began to save the situation.
"This is not what I want." He said softly.
"This is not what I want." He said in a low voice.
"This is not … what I want!!" He suddenly roared.
Bang —!
He suddenly untied the electric guitar hanging on his body, heavily throwing it on the stage, then turned around and rushed out of the stage, leaving only the astonishment and confusion, as well as Hong Guan's sigh.
…
Cheng Yiran kept pouring water on his face with both hands, in a bathroom of this nightclub.
He had already wet his face and his hair completely … He just did this kind of thing subconsciously … perhaps because Hong Guan once said to calm him down.
Let him calm down, be it anger or something else.
Cheng Yiran raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was stuck together by the water, randomly hitting his face. There was no doubt that even he himself could feel that the face in the mirror was a complete loser.
Leaning against the wall, he let his body naturally slide down to sit down, letting his hands naturally hang down, touching the cold floor with his head lowered. Cheng Yiran just let himself sit like this, his mind blank.
All of a sudden, he reached for his neck and pulled off a necklace that was hanging inside. It was a metal brand necklace. He threw it away.
Cheng Yiran suddenly laughed, perhaps he was laughing at himself … He stood up and left the bathroom in a daze, letting the water drip on his face and hair on the ground, all the way up the stairs, and finally came to the roof of this building.
Cheng Yiran went to the place where he felt he could end.
Standing at the edge, looking down at the street below, Cheng Yiran opened his hands, closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.
"It's a pity to die like this."
This voice was unusually clear, making Cheng Yiran subconsciously open his eyes.
But the voice was still echoing, "Since you don't want this life, why not exchange it for something else?"
"Who? Who's here? "
Cheng Yiran didn't see any figure, only this strange voice.
"If I say, I can exchange your soul for your success, are you willing?"
"Who's here!!!"
"You're here, there's only yourself here … and yourself who can make your wish come true."
The voice became deeper, "Come on … as long as you're willing, you can make your wish come true. You may even use your music to conquer this world. Come on … "
"Come on … follow me …"
As if attracted by something, Cheng Yiran's footsteps began to move away from the edge of this area … he still couldn't see any figure other than himself.
But he seemed to know where to go, step by step, he walked down the stairs, and then came to the door of a private room in this nightclub.
Cheng Yiran pushed open the door, it was dark inside, there was no light turned on, he could only see what seemed to be two figures.
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