Dusk falls, and the sunset is beautiful.

Teikyo Center Stadium is a central stadium that can accommodate 20,000 spectators.

Advertisements were erected outside the stadium that read "The Queen's First Stop on a National Tour".

There are scattered people entering the venue, the number of people is small, and even a little lonely, which honestly reflects Yin Wushuang's current popularity.

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Regardless of the audience outside, the backstage staff are still busy, making sure nothing goes wrong.

Yin Wushuang sat in a chair and let the dressing room paint her face, and the concert began in an hour.

The staff walked back and forth, their faces anxious: "Where's the audio?" Why is the biggest speaker missing? ”

"I want you to count it last night, and now you can't find it! Don't look for it, let someone else send another one! ”

A cacophony rang out outside the powder room.

Not long after, Yin Wushuang's phone rang, it was a strange call.

Yin Wushuang slid to answer, and before she could speak first, she heard Xia Yuxue's voice.

"Miss Yin, we ...... Can we meet now? ”

"I don't have time." Yin Wushuang's phoenix eyes flashed, he sat on the chair, and replied flatly: "There is less than an hour left, and it is the first show of my tour." ”

"I have something to tell you, it's important!" Xia Yuxue's tone was hurried: "My maid Xiaoqing...... It doesn't seem to be a normal person...... She seems to be ...... Kill you......"

Yin Wushuang's face changed and he stood up: "What does it mean to not be an ordinary person?" ”

Could it be that Xia Yuxue knows about the monks?

How did she know?

"Anyway, let's meet! I'm right outside the café at the Centre Stadium! Xia Yuxue said in a low voice: "This matter is too important!" ”

"Good!"

Yin Wushuang hung up the phone, said a word to the person in charge, and went out through the back door.

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Cafe.

Xia Yuxue hugged her lower abdomen and wore a peaked cap, sat by the window, and beckoned to Yin Wushuang.

Yin Wushuang walked over, his eyes solemn: "What's going on, why did Xiaoqing kill me?" ”

"After I watched the replay of your last concert, I felt that Xiaoqing's movements were a little strange." Xia Yuxue's blue and green eyes exuded a hint of terror: "Then I took the time to go back to the place where I used to live, and found some things in Xiaoqing, which recorded what sound killing, and also set up a plan to trick you into the past!" Moreover, this ploy has something to do with me! ”

"You go on!" There was some anxiety in Yin Wushuang's eyes, and he couldn't wait to know what was going on.

Xia Yuxue looked around, her eyes stayed on the piano not far away, and she whispered: "Miss Yin, I'll show you what's going on, as long as I play the piano......"

The piano is dark, and there is a lamp overhead.

Xia Yuxue walked over with her lower abdomen in her arms, the waiter didn't notice, she lowered her head and sat on the chair, her hands hanging on the black and white keys.

The light was dark, and Yin Wushuang couldn't see Xia Yuxue's expression clearly.

"Miss Yin, look, as long as I play the piano—" Xia Yuxue's hands pressed down.

Her fingertips flicked quickly, and a string of disorganized trebles poured out.

At the moment when the treble comes out, the sky and the earth seem to be dark, the surrounding scene changes greatly, and the café with romantic decoration becomes a space of nothingness!

Tables, chairs, lighting, bar, customers, bosses, waiters are all gone!

Only one piano has not changed, Xia Yuxue raised her head, with a trace of timidity on her face: "Miss Yin, look, as soon as I play the piano, you will ......"

Xia Yuxue's tone paused, the expression in the two-color pupils changed slightly, her left hand pressed the piano key, shook her hand and swiped over, and the tone gradually changed from high to bottom.

In the air, something slammed in, Yin Wushuang's wrist flipped, and the phoenix sword was in his hand.

Rub rub!

The invisible attack sparked on the Phoenix Sword.

Xia Yuxue's eyebrows and eyes were curved, the corners of her lips rose, and she said softly:

"Hit."

As long as she plays the piano, Yin Wushuang will be hit.