Brother Gongzi, who was standing opposite Wen Cheng, smiled and said disdainfully,

"Does this son need Xiaoying to love me? I want, it's just her body. ”

"You ......." Wen Cheng's emaciated body trembled, and he raised his fist, "The surname is Li, don't force me!" ”

"Forcing you?" Brother Gongzi stepped forward and used the folding fan in his hand to hit Wen Cheng twice on the face,

"My son is going to force you, what can you do?"

"Remember, those who sing opera are always singers, no matter how famous they are, they are just a lowly opera!"

Wen Cheng was furious, and stepped forward to grab Li Gongzi's collar and was about to make a move, but he was forcibly pulled away by the servants around him.

Li Gongzi straightened his clothes and ordered the servants, "Beat me, beat me to death this stinky singer!" ”

The evil servants swarmed up and surrounded Wen Cheng and punched and kicked him.

Wen Cheng's body was already thin and weak, where was the opponent of these people, he could only lie on the ground, protect his head with his hands, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth from time to time.......

When Fat Chen saw this, he couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed up with a slap on his thigh, wanting to help Wen Cheng, but he couldn't touch those people in the illusion at all.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up, and he scolded and said,

"This group of bastards, what kind of ability is it to bully people with money and power!"

"I think this singing is pitiful!"

Ye Qiuyang shook his head and said,

"This world, whether it is past, present, or future, has always been the law of the jungle, and there is nothing pitiful or unpitiful."

"If you want not to be bullied, you must become stronger, and keep getting stronger!"

As they spoke, the picture was broken and reassembled again, the scene changed, and they came to a small attic again.

saw that Wen Cheng's already thin body was a little thinner, as if a random gust of wind could blow him away.

He stood by the attic window, looking out at the gongs and drums, the lively street, with an indifferent expression.

Today is the day of Xiaoying's marriage, but the groom is not him.

The horse groom, eight sedan chairs, the scene is very grand.

Wen Cheng looked at the sedan chair slowly passing by on the street, and two lines of tears flowed out of a pair of Danfeng eyes.

He sat down at the dresser and caressed the pair of lingzi that Master had passed down to him one last time,

"Hateful Xunlang blood-stained clothes, fragrant souls around the red window, body into thin wings, patterns full of streamers."

"Xiaoying, there is no fate in this life, we will see you in the next life."

Wen Cheng took out a pair of scissors from the drawer and slowly slashed his wrist.

Crimson blood flowed out, down his arm and onto the table, and then dripped onto the wooden floor.

"The three cannons outside the gate are like thunder,

In Tianbo Mansion, I came out to protect the minister.

......”

He hummed his famous song, pinched his orchid fingers and danced his hands, regardless of the blood staining his red shirt.

As the blood flowed, his humming voice grew softer and softer, and at last, he went limp, and collapsed in a pool of blood......

The scene quickly distorted and blurred, and after a moment of dizziness, the attic, the play, the blood, everything disappeared.

In its place, there is an ordinary office with tables, chairs, benches, sofas, coffee tables......

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, a playmaker in a red and white costume was standing at this time.

He wore the familiar pair of feathers on his head, held a spear, and sang "Mu Guiying is in charge" in his mouth.

I knew with my ass that the person in front of me was Wen Cheng in the illusion just now.

It's just that time has passed, even if he is peerless, there are no hundreds of audiences in the audience, let alone the girl named Xiaoying.

Ye Qiuyang yawned and said to the ghost player,

"Singing, I've been with you here for a long time, have you had enough?"

The opera Wencheng stopped the opera in his mouth, and he said in a weird voice of yin and yang,

"You two, why don't you both stay, stay and sing with me."

"Okay," Ye Qiuyang smiled, "But it depends on whether you have that ability!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he jerked up his hand and threw out a charm.

The spell turned into a lightsaber in the air, stabbing straight at Wen Cheng.

The actor didn't panic, just shouted, "Bah! ”

A black barrier instantly appeared in front of him, forcibly blocking the lightsaber!

Ye Qiuyang frowned slightly, he could easily block him, it seemed that he didn't expect, the ghost trick in front of him was at least the strength of the ghost venerable.

After blocking the spell, he raised the gun with one hand, pinched his fingers with the other, and opened his mouth to sing again.

And as he recited the words of the play, there were more evil qi around him, and these evil qi condensed in the air, and finally turned into a soldier with a spear.

The soldier raised his gun and rushed towards Ye Qiuyang and the two.

Chen Fatzi took out a throwing stick from his arms, and when he met it, it was a stick, and he actually beat the soldiers led by him and disappeared!

Ye Qiuyang was surprised, how could such a mundane thing as a sticking be harmful to ghosts?

He looked at the slinger in Chen Pengfei's hand, and saw that the silver flinging stick was engraved with dense mysterious runes.

Ye Qiuyang suddenly realized, "I thought it was some kind of artifact, but it turned out to be just a magic weapon made with runes." ”

In a distraction, the soldiers who had been turned into evil had already arrived.

He took out a handful of charms, and the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers, and all the soldiers who came into contact with the charms disappeared in an instant.

Chen Fatzi, who saw it next to him, applauded again and again, "Brother, what a skill!" ”

Wen Cheng snorted coldly, and the opera in his mouth did not stop, but accelerated the rhythm.

Soon, another stream of evil turned into soldiers and pounced.

Ye Qiuyang repeated his old tricks to deal with these soldiers.

But what makes people headache is that as soon as one wave is resolved, the guy who sings will make another wave.

After dealing with it again, it will immediately go forward and follow, and it will be endless, just like there are thousands of troops.

Ye Qiuyang was a little impatient, it was not a way to drag it down like this, he pouted,

"Singing, are you annoyed?"

He clenched his fists, and was about to smash Huanglong and kill this weird guy.

Chen Pengfei suddenly took out a Bluetooth speaker and shouted,

"Dead singers, look at my heavenly voice!"

He pressed the play button, and suddenly, in the small office, familiar music sounded,

"The vast end of the world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green mountains......"

Ye Qiuyang was stunned,

"Isn't this a song that aunts often use to square dance? What is Fat Chen doing with this thing? ”

Chen Pengfei not only played music, but also sang along, and his fat body writhed back and forth, "The vast end of the world ......"

The music was so loud that it disrupted the rhythm of Wencheng's opera, and he had to be forced to stop.

As soon as the words in his mouth stopped, the evil qi around him no longer condensed, nor did they change into soldiers.

Ye Qiuyang understood that he dared to love Chen Fatzi, because he saw that Wen Cheng needed to rely on opera to unite the soldiers, so he used this way to interrupt his rhythm?