Chapter 648
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"Go!"
Qin Guan was the sponsor of the show.
Qin Guan climbed up to a height of two meters in a few steps. "Hold on tight! I'm going over!" he said to the man holding the ladder down below.
Then, he stepped back on the ladder and sat steadily on the chair that was propped up by the small steel bar.
A few elevators were set up in several directions, and two or three assistants were busy working on the platform.
It was transparent and made of the latest technology. In order to protect Qin Guan, there was a safety measure tied to his back.
Even if the iron chair was broken, he would still be able to hang in the air and not fall.
The set designer and the lighting designer were busy working together to cover the traces of the chair under his butt with his trench coat.
Qin Guan sat in the air with the help of the contrast of the light and the color of the curtain, which was close to the back of the stage, to make the image of him more complete.
When all the elevators were gone, only Qin Guan was left. He looked like a flying god.
"How about it? Qin Guan? How do you feel? "
"Good! I've never felt so good … The people below the stage look so small … Hehehe. "
Fortunately, he was not afraid of heights. Otherwise, he would have been scared to death.
The problem was how to get down. Before Qin Guan could finish his question, he saw the chair descend slowly.
Isn't it dead? How can it move?
Chris seemed to have seen through his doubts and pointed to the floor. "The base can be lowered. Don't worry, it's definitely sturdy!"
Then he put his arms around Qin Guan's neck and pointed at the audience proudly. "Today, I'll make everyone remember my name, Chris the Magician!"
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan knew that Chris was immersed in the excitement of a mysterious live performance. The staff and actors realized that Chris was high as soon as the show began.
In the middle of the most traditional Las Vegas runway show, which was full of artificial feathers, Chris made a dazzling appearance like a strange man in the night.
Chris walked onto the stage leisurely, as if he was floating in the air. The audience screamed at him.
The tour, which had been promoted early on, attracted a group of die-hard fans who followed Chris wherever he went. The crazy screams were a generous gift from these fans.
"Chris, you are the emissary sent by the demons. Admit it, please accept me, the pious me. I will use my soul to repay the demons you serve!"
"Oh, my god! Please save me! I'm your most devout believer!"
It must be a gathering of a cult. Qin Guan was shocked when he saw the group of demons dancing under the stage through the gap in the window.
What happened to the tour that was supposed to be mainly for tourists?
Isn't this an illegal gathering of lunatics?
The arrow was already nocked on the bowstring and had to be released. He had already heard the notification from the backstage control staff.
Under Chris' guidance, Qin Guan floated out of the backstage slowly.
Suddenly, the background music was heard. Qin Guan appeared on the stage in a solemn and dignified manner. Under everyone's gaze, he knocked on the ground with his scepter and sat in the air.
The music grew louder and louder as he floated in the air like a real levitation spell.
Chris seemed to be walking in the air as he climbed up an inexplicable slope. He followed Qin Guan's lead.
The people on both sides of the stage finally met in midair in two completely different ways.
It was like a meeting between an angel and a devil. One was pure and dazzling, while the other was the embodiment of evil with ferocious desires.
"Ahhhhh …"
The deafening screams and the flashing lights dazzled Qin Guan's eyes.
According to the rehearsal, Chris had already walked up to Qin Guan and was looking at him in the air.
Such a scene, with light blue light, shone on the two of them, the circular halo sprinkling endless coldness.
"War... Fate... Destiny..."
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Qin Guan looked at him sympathetically, as if he was looking at an ant.
There were no lines or scripts. It was just a rough description. It depended on one's ability and imagination.
At that moment, Qin Guan was acting like a true God. It was a difference between different races, not a communication between humans.
The die-hard fans who had watched many shows, the tourists who bought tickets out of curiosity, and the original residents of Las Vegas saw an epic performance in the brightly lit theater.
Using mere words to describe it was too weak, leaving behind only a silent shock and a shiver that seemed to have struck one's soul.
The arm that was holding the scepter was raised casually, as if it was brushing away an eyesore. There was an indescribable arrogance in it.
It was as if he had always been like this and shouldn't be disturbed.
His golden eyes and white hair couldn't hide his elegant demeanor.
He raised his hand slowly and pointed at Chris, as if he had triggered the judgment of God.
Chris, who had been attracted by Qin Guan's performance, fell down slowly like a broken butterfly, as if he had been seriously injured.
Then, with the world's most normal freefall speed, he plummeted down.
"Ah!"
Below the stage, the crowd was instantly awakened from the atmosphere of the performance just now. They were so scared that they screamed. It wasn't just one person, but a whole nest.
Just when they thought that Chris was about to fall head first from the sky due to a magic performance accident, they thought that he was going to have a major accident.
When his head was less than half a meter away from the ground, his body strangely stopped falling. Instead, it was like the weightlessness of space, he floated in the air.
“OH~~~”
Another wave of exclamations rang out, but this time it was a gasp of surprise!
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