"Get out of the way."

"Pei Zhichen!" The colder Fu Lingjun's voice became, and the aura of the whole person exploded.

The same is true for Pei Zhichen.

The two were at a stalemate, but Hua Yiyun finally broke the deadlock.

"Ah, King's Canyon, isn't it in the game?"

Pei Zhichen's stubborn figure stiffened, and was keenly captured by Fu Lingjun's narrow eyes.

"You say the glory of kings?" Bai Huanyu's somewhat puzzled voice interspersed, "It seems to make some sense, but I don't play much......"

In the end, even Bai Huanyu already understood what was going on.

The tone was uplifted, quite ridiculous, "I see." ”

The unhappiness in Pei Zhichen's eyes had already spread from his heart to his whole body, he turned around and walked towards the positions they had communicated before going on stage.

"Oh, hehe, it's really interesting, our Chenchen ......" Hua Yiyun was happy, "I didn't expect our Chenchen to be an M." ”

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"Ahhhh

"Whoop F.ire!"

Pei Shangqian, who had just finished a game and was still immersed in the joy of winning, raised his head suddenly, what was going on?

Only this scream reminded her that she was at an F.ire concert, and the rumbling countdown in her ears was telling her that nothing was a dream.

“3！”

“2！”

“1！”

The lights of the entire venue went out in an instant, and the brief darkness ignited the hormones of all the fans at once, and they screamed wildly.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, even Pei Shangqian unconsciously put down the mobile phone in his hand, and his heart began to flutter in front of the clear big screen.

Her white, tender hand rested on her chest, trying to calm down.

Pei Shangqian, you don't chase stars, what is there in your heart to beat like this.

However, before she could calm her little heart, she was frightened by a "manic" drum.

Looking at the light that suddenly appeared on the stage, Pei Shangqian looked at the man sitting in the middle, a black skull vest, with a pair of cargo pants, flowery and not messy board shoes, style hip-hop.

"Little Flower Master! Flower Yiyun! I love you! Hey! ”

Female fans have reached a state of madness, and the hands in their hands are constantly shaking, especially those fans of Hua Yiyun.

A long, strongly anti-metallic chain is worn around Hua Yiyun's neck, which inexplicably gives people the illusion of giggling but inaccessible.

The opening order of F.ire is different for each session.

This scene started with Hua Yiyun first.

As for the reason, fans don't know.

Hua Yiyun glanced at the audience, and finally fixed her eyes on the only VIP box in the audience, with an evil spirit in her eyes and thoughtfulness.

Even Pei Shangqian, who was sitting in the box, felt a strong sense of ill will.

Well, she's never been one to worry about.

Pei Shangqian put down her thoughts and stared at the center of the stage tightly, she wanted to see what kind of ability the popular group had.

Or maybe it's just that the fan filter is too heavy, but in fact, it just has a pair of skins?

Her thoughts quickly vanished with the series of performances that followed.

The attention was completely attracted by Hua Yiyun, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Hua Yiyun seemed to be integrated with the drum kit in front of him, and the drum stick in his hand deftly turned around and around between his fingers, and then slammed on the drum.

The rhythmic drumbeats are accompanied by the music that accompanies them.