When Yuya returned, he saw Taiyinzi staring around intently, if he was given a knife, what kind of posture would it be?

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"The hosts. ”

"I'm back. Luo Qiu nodded, "You didn't run into any trouble, did you?"

The maid lady approached and said softly, "It's a monster with decent strength, it should just be a curiosity, and there is no other meaning." I've already warned the other side. Master, is it okay to deal with it like this?"

"Just do what you want. Luo Qiu smiled, and suddenly waved his hand on the clothes on Youye's shoulder, twisting something.

"It's ......" Yuya frowned, she had always loved to be clean and not dusty.

"It looks like a hair. Luo Qiu waved his hand and gently swept it over the maid's shoulder, "It should be left by the youkai just now." ”

"Master, Yuya was too careless this time. For some reason, for the first time, the maid's face showed a look of self-reproach.

"You said it, it's a monster with decent strength, and it's normal to have some small tricks that people don't notice. ”

Luo Qiu smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the slight wrinkle on Youye's brow, "The systems of the East and the West are different, and the sources of our strength are even more different from all systems, so it's not strange that we can't detect it once and a half." ”

As he spoke, Luo Qiu looked at the short hair on his hand...... Blonde hair, about half the length of a finger. Boss Luo suddenly opened his palm, letting the hair lie flat in his palm.

Suddenly, it automatically broke into countless small segments, as thin as dust, and with a single breath, it completely disappeared.

"It's like a lion doesn't pay much attention to ants crawling on the ground. Luo Qiu said indifferently, then suddenly smiled, and looked at Youye again, "There is no need to blame yourself." It's okay to be upset, though, because it's cute, and it's the first time I've seen it. ”

Yuya nodded, but in an instant, she was back to the club's almost everything-permanent maid lady.

"Let's watch the show. Luo Qiu looked at the stage on the dance floor, and saw two young men each holding the musical instrument in their hands at this time, waving their hands, and walking out of the back of the stage.

Without saying a word, the sound of the energetic music has already been remembered, and Cheng Yi, as a guitarist, started his personal solo as soon as possible, and his fingers on the strings are like a riveted engine, so that the effect of the sound effect is improved again.

Luo Qiu drank the last sip of 'gin-fizz', and suddenly said, "Taiyinzi, since you have found the gold lord again, let's go to work." ”

"Poor Road...... Poor Dao knows. Taiyinzi nodded.

......

......

Some say that the country's rock 'n' roll is dead. Others say it's still there.

For Cheng Yiran, of course it's still there. For those who love it, it's always there.

But it is undeniable that no matter how many voices say it is still there, the number of people who like it has been decreasing, and the number of people who understand it is also decreasing.

Such a situation may really sting rock musicians...... I can't listen to it, I can't say it, I can't argue with it, but in the end, I can't deal with the mainstream public.

They either fought against the Confucians on some forums, or they fought a bloody way to bring it to various large-scale stages again and again.

But in a country of 140,000 people, they are still too few and too few.

Who knows if there will be a day when the country will recreate the pomp and circumstance of rock and roll decades ago?

After all, there are too few successful people on this road, without the beauty of the prosperous world, they can't go to the idol faction and become popular quickly, without the strong backstage of the financial master, they can only earn the same stage for thousands of people, and without excellent strength, they can only ......

Only in this kind of place.

It's really bustling under the stage...... But the excitement is not because of the music at this moment, but because of the alcohol that has been put into the brain and the beauty that is demanded around you.

Cheng Yiran's fingers became faster and faster, but he gradually felt that his fingers were aching and numb. When I first learned the guitar, I often felt pain and numbness in my fingers, but it was far less painful than the pain at the moment.

All he had done to play was for the people here...... A tool to set the mood.

The music played again, but no one looked at him.

It's not what he wants...... It was as if a voice whispered in his ear: Is this what you want?

Is it his own voice? or is it someone else's voice?

Cheng Yiran suddenly couldn't hear the lively sound under the stage.

It was as if he had lost his deafness all of a sudden, and a buzzing voice was constantly circling in his mind, lingering, becoming more and more hideous, piercing his pride and his persistence and his persistence to the ground at once, and there was nothing left.

Cheng Yiran's return to his senses was under a huge broken sound. A number of speakers were placed underneath the stage, and a shrill beep was repeating at this time.

Cheng Yiran looked at the bottom of the stage in surprise and fear, and the so-called 'audience' who didn't look at him looked at him one by one at this time.

Cheng Yiran subconsciously looked at his hands and looked at the electric guitar he was hanging...... Look at the string that had been broken by his madness and numbness.

Broken strings, he played broken strings.

Cheng Yiran moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of fear and panic.

He was at a loss, and his body retreated step by step, almost instinctively.

Hong Guan, who was next to him, saw this situation, and hurriedly dialed the electric bass hanging on his body and began to save the scene.

"It's not what I want. He whispered.

"It's not what I want. He whispered.

"It's not ...... I want it!!" he yelled.

Bang!

He untied the electric guitar hanging on his body suddenly, slammed it on the stage, turned around and rushed out of the stage, leaving only a piece of surprise and puzzlement, and a sigh from Hong Guan.

......

Cheng Yiran kept pouring water on his face with his hands, in a bathroom in this nightclub.

He had already completely wet his face and his hair...... He's just doing this kind of thing subconsciously...... Maybe it's because Hong Guan once said.

Let him calm down, whether it's anger, or something else.

Cheng Yiran raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his hair made the water stick into pieces, and slapped his face indiscriminately. There is no doubt that even he himself can feel that this face in the mirror is a complete failure.

Leaning against the wall, letting his body slide down naturally, letting his hands hang down naturally, touching the cold floor and lowering his head, Cheng Yiran let himself sit like this, his brain went blank.

Suddenly, he reached hard for his neck, and pulled down one of the necklaces that hung inside: a kind of metal brand necklace, and threw it out again.

Cheng Yiran suddenly smiled, maybe he was laughing at himself...... He stood up and left the bathroom in despair, letting the water from his face and hair drip on the floor, and climbed the stairs until he reached the top of the building.

Cheng Yiran walked to the place where he felt he could end.

Standing on the edge, looking down at the street below, Cheng Yiran opened his hands, closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.

"What a pity to die like this. ”

The voice was unusually clear, making Cheng Yiran subconsciously open his eyes.

And the voice was still ringing: "Since you don't plan to take this life anymore, why don't you exchange it for something else?"

"Who?

Cheng Yiran didn't see any figure, only heard this strange sound.

"If I said that I could trade your soul for your success, would you be willing?"

"Who's !! here"

"You're here, you're just here...... and yourself who can make your wishes come true. ”

The voice grew deeper, "Come on...... As long as you are willing, you can fulfill your wishes, and you may even be able to conquer the world with your music. Come on......"

"Come on...... Come with me......"

As if attracted by something, Cheng Yiran's footsteps began to move away from this marginal area...... He still couldn't see a single figure here but himself.

But as if he knew where to go, he walked down the stairs step by step, and then came to the door of a private room in this nightclub.

Cheng Yiran pushed open the door, it was dim inside, there was no light, and he could only vaguely see what seemed to be two figures.

One sitting, one standing. (To be continued.) )