"What did you do to that little goblin?" asked Choi Yong-gi.

"I don't even know her!" Madrigal shrugged innocently.

"No, no, no. You probably don't remember her. Ruthless?" Choi Yong-gi was experienced, moving his chair to Madrigal's side, "Obviously, she knows you." Oh, I'm all too familiar with a woman's resentment, she must have liked you, and you must have trampled her cold-blooded and mercilessly. ”

Madrigal said angrily, "I said I don't know her!" He stood up irritably, craned his neck to look at Miss Zhiyun's face, but was so shaken by the colorful stage lights that he couldn't open his eyes, and only saw a sexy skirt dancing happily in the field of vision.

Suddenly, as if in response to the mood of the madrigal, the melodious singing suddenly approached, and the young and lively backup dancers jumped to the edge of the stage with the singer in their arms, and the unique and hot girl was like a bewitching flame, singing skillfully, while slowly raising her arms to point to the pastoral - "You won't end well, love-hate white-eyed wolf ......" The singer's gently writhing bewitching body, like an angel's pure singing voice, made all the fans crazy— The auditorium suddenly collapsed like an avalanche, like a huge wave crashing into the madrigal:

"You white-eyed wolf! What did you do to Miss Zhiyun!"

Choi Yong-gi was immersed in the orgasm of desire brought by hearing, and he didn't even expect the audience to be in an uproar.

Madrigal was caught off guard, and when he turned his head to look, he was already swarming down by the sturdy male audience and fell to the ground. The first male spectator rode on the madrigal, and without even having time to swing his fist, he was crowded and trampled by the crowd behind, and then the men who came rushed to jump on the madrigal, piling up a one-meter-high mountain of people like a stack of arhats, like ants wriggling, and like shells attacking the city.

Choi Yong-gi staggered back and was squeezed ten meters away by the crowd. He stood still in shock, and hurriedly shouted hoarsely to the security personnel to maintain order, but the beautiful song still lingered between heaven and earth. Cui Yongji looked at the stage in disbelief and found that the red-faced troubled water was indifferent to the riot, Miss Zhiyun still closed her eyes and sang softly, her charming thin waist and long legs shook softly, her soft fingers slid over her graceful body, and her charming posture was intoxicating. As long as her singing continues, the madness of those thugs will not ebb.

Because of the congestion of the passage caused by the riots, it was difficult for the personnel of the security company to infiltrate the scene for a while; Choi Yong-gi looked up and found that Jiang Li and the bodyguards around the president were closely united around the two high-ranking officials, forming an iron bucket shape, and no one came to help Muge. This scene chilled Choi Yong-ki's heart.

Choi Yongji was so anxious that he kept urging his bodyguards to control the situation, but this was only a drop in the bucket. He estimated the time, and felt that it was almost time for Pastoral to donate his body, and suddenly there was a big mess - suddenly someone pulled the corner of his clothes, Cui Yongji turned his head to look, and saw Pastoral Standing in the shadow of the lamp calmly and tidying up his dress.

"When did you run out?" Choi Yong-ki's eyes fell.

"I'll be invisible. Pastoral Ge took out Zhang Lingyu's Riyin necklace to show off, and then urged the light dust, bathed in flame-like dust, hunting and flying in the corners of his clothes, and rubbing his fists: "You can see it, right? That woman's singing voice is strange, like some kind of group charm." You have the power to arrest her for crimes against national security, right?"

"You want me to order the arrest of Zhiyun?" Cui Yong basically resisted, and his lower body made a solemn protest on behalf of his brain: "She is a good friend of the president and vice president!"

"No matter what, I'm going to at least interrupt her singing and stop this commotion. Pastoral walked to the stage assertively, turned his head and winked at Cui Yongji: "You will correct my name, right?" ”

"You ......" Cui Yongji felt that he was on the thief ship of Pastoral, and he couldn't help refusing.

After the pastoral smile was finished, the person turned into an afterimage, like a rainbow leaping onto the stage, and with lightning speed, a punch was slammed into the back of Miss Zhiyun's white hand.

He wanted to punch her microphone away, and he didn't have any pity at all.

The cold fist wind lifted Miss Zhiyun's bangs, and her pale brown hair trembled in the wind, but she was still immersed in the complaining love song, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttered, her brows frowned slightly, and she lowered her head to elongate the trilling afterglow of a hundred turns and thousands of turns—behind her, the accompanying girls were still dancing.

At this time, the peak of Madrigal's fist is only 1 cm away from the back of her hand, and next, Madrigal's iron fist will mercilessly break the singer's slender wrist. But after 0.1 seconds, Madrigal will completely stop all attacks, because Miss Zhiyun opens her eyes and says a word to Madrigal.

"You're really ruthless. The singing stopped abruptly, and a light and breezy word of anger made the riotous venue freeze instantly—fighting, pushing, trampling, and evading, everyone stopped moving, listened to the beautiful aftersound, and waited with bated breath for her next words.

The moment Miss Zhiyun opened her eyelashes and turned her head to look at the madrigal, the pastoral song caught a glimpse of her face. In an instant, his breath stopped with his fists, but the blood in his heart boiled, and he saw once again the face of the world that had brought disaster to the people of the country, and recalled the fear of being dominated by mind reading and the shame of being imprisoned by charm. This woman should only live in the painting, she frowns and makes the man feel distressed, and she teaches the man to be heartbroken, and a thousand demeanors derive ten thousand styles, making people jealous and dead. Madrigal did not want to be a slave under the skirt, and once escaped by will, burying this nightmare of temptation deep in his heart - unexpectedly, the person in the painting actually came to his side, he was excited because of the pleasing to the eye, but also frightened because of the restlessness of hormones, he was afraid that he would not be strong-willed and fall into this alluring city.

"Cloud ...... "......Madrigal's throat was dry and his lips moved.

"What are you muttering, are you going to hit someone?" Miss Zhiyun tilted her head slightly, the microphone against Sakura's lips, and stared at the pastoral song calmly.

As soon as Zhiyun's singing stopped, the group charm technique suddenly stopped, and the audience came back to their senses, resting on their own tiredly, and the riot was self-relieved. After confirming that there were no assassins, the unknown President Tus took the case and stopped the madrigal: "Is the madrigal? Who let him get close to Miss Zhiyun's security guard? drag him down!"

Although the madrigal's moves are fierce, they can be retracted and released freely, so the advantage is that the battle can be won, and the disadvantage is that once the identity of the weaving cloud is not exposed, he will be speechless.

"Fairy Yunjia, why are you here?" Madrigal saw two fierce presidential bodyguards walking towards him from the backstage. He had to race against the clock to figure out what was going on.

"People have fallen out with Senluo Temple, of course they want to come here. As soon as Miss Zhiyun's little hands were soft and the microphone was horizontal, the voice was not amplified, only the pastoral song could be heard. Pastoral suddenly realized that the famous Miss Zhiyun turned out to be the youngest Flying Sect Master Yunjia Fairy of the Rong Clan, no wonder her appearance was outstanding, and she fascinated a group of high-ranking officials. Pastoral thought about it, and guessed the ins and outs. Qujing annexed the shell clan and belonged to the nest fight, so naturally he had to find a heavyweight to bear the blame, Yunjia Fairy tore up the peace discussion and provoked a war because he felt sorry for his nephew, the evidence is conclusive, and he is a very ideal scapegoat. Qujing has a bumper harvest and profits, and the culture and sports have blossomed, which can be said to have squeezed the use value of his sister to the extreme.

"Come on, why do you want to kill me by surprise! I have something to say!" Madrigal Ge saw the two bodyguards getting closer and closer, and his heart was bitter.

Miss Zhiyun is light and breezy, still as cold and glamorous: "People have asked you to have an interview, you release other people's pigeons." ”

Madrigal thought with a shocked face, it's just a pigeon release, can you be guilty of giving me a song "You Won't Have a Good End" in front of the public? The sentence is too heavy! He recalled carefully, thinking about what else he was sorry for Yun Jia, and countless answers immediately flew into his mind like snowflakes: In order to complete the task, he did use hooligan methods against Yun Jia Fairy, but fortunately, the misfire actually made her heart messy, unfortunately the good times did not last long, and Madrigal had to leave on time, and there was a suspicion of ruthlessly abandoning her- Could it be that this woman has always held a grudge?

Madrigal stared at Miss Zhiyun's face. He caught a grin of revenge.

"Why do you want to harm me?" Madrigal identified the hostility of Fairy Yunjia. He gritted his teeth.

"I told you," Fairy Yunjia looked back at him, there was only no warmth in all the charms, "If you dare to abandon me, you will definitely regret it." I must be your biggest stumbling block. ”

The bodyguards are only five steps away from the madrigal. Madrigal didn't have enough time to communicate with Yunjia.

"Is that also abandonment?" called the madrigal. He really can't afford to offend women now.

"No matter!" Fairy Yunjia stubbornly announced, "I want you dead!"

At this time, two presidential bodyguards walked to Muge's side, one left and one right to block his retreat, surging with light and dust, and the momentum was threatening: "Pastoral, please cooperate." ”

The madrigal, which was pointed out by Qianfu, was finally sanctioned by the president's bodyguards, which made the masses raise their eyebrows and feel happy. The small cries gradually converged into a frenzy of public opinion: "Dare to touch Miss Zhiyun, the toad wants to eat swan meat!" "Knock him down!" "Throw him in prison!" "Don't let him appear in the public eye again!"

President Tus clearly enjoys this feeling of conforming to the will of the people. He nodded slightly to the bodyguards on the stage, allowing the use of force.

If Pastoral is captured, it will be too faceless. Madrigal thought, the woman is really unreasonable, and now that I am embattled, it seems that I cannot convince her, but can only subdue her.

At this time, everyone thought that the madrigal was about to be subdued, the dust at the venue had settled, and the concert was about to go on normally, and the thorns in everyone's hearts had been removed, and the audience was talking and laughing at the madrigal, and they couldn't wait for the president's bodyguards to break the dignity of the madrigal.

Pastoral Ge suddenly raised his head, turned to face Miss Zhiyun, secretly urged the oratorical skills he learned from Jiang Li, and opened his mouth to shake all directions: "Zhiyun, I admit that I am a white-eyed wolf. ”

Fairy Yunjia's eyes widened, obviously stunned for a moment, even if she had mind reading skills, she didn't react for a while, because Madrigal's move was a temporary intention and a live play. On the other hand, a man who had hated for a long time suddenly opened his mouth to admit his mistake in a very magnetic voice, which couldn't help but make Fairy Yunjia flutter.

Even the bodyguards looked at Madrigal distractedly, obviously speculating about Madrigal's past with Zhiyun. The audience gasped even more, both happy and jealous - happily, the pastoral seemed to admit it, and jealously, they were not even qualified to admit it.

Muge saw Jiang Li sitting straight at the No. 1 table, twisting his waist, twisting his head, staring at himself firmly, biting the corners of his lips slightly, looking extremely cute. President Tus narrowed his eyes and looked calm. Cui Yongji at table 3 is gone, and he must be working hard to clean up the situation for Madrigal.

Madrigal managed to grab the attention of the audience, which was the first step to victory. Then, he looked at Yun Jia sincerely, and thought silently in his heart: "Since this is the case, then I have to continue to be a villain - if you dare to say a word next, I will expose all the old bottoms of the fairy." ”

Fairy Yunjia was really stunned, and bit her lip to think about it in a hurry. Madrigal knew that she had read her heart, so she seized the opportunity and said in shock: "However, even if I am a white-eyed wolf, I must refuse you, because you bring my troubles." Even today, I can only repeat these three words, I'm sorry. Because she arrived before you. ”

The audience was in an uproar, and the whole sky was whispering, mixed with "bragging, right?", "Miss Zhiyun will chase you?" and "Is this kid crazy?". But after scolding for a long time, Miss Zhiyun was stunned, which was shocking—although the beautiful woman's crying appearance was pitiful, Miss Zhiyun remained silent and did not refute, and this sad fact also made people tremble to doubt that the words of the pastoral song were true. Jealousy is like a fish bone in the throat, giving a sudden sting. The voices of invective were muted one after another.

The madrigal hit the audience with a heartfelt blow. It can be seen that the two bodyguards who threatened Pastoral were also very uncomfortable, and their faces were ashen, showing a loveless expression. When the psychological defenses of the masses were breached by jealousy, the madrigal nodded like a dog, and then walked off the stage without hesitation, without taking a cloud with him.

Fairy Yunjia's body shook, looking at Muge in disbelief, her red lips opened slightly, she couldn't speak, and watched Muge go off the stage in a dashing manner. Feeling frustrated and sour, she bit her lip and endured the hazy tears, staring at the back of the madrigal, convincing herself that the reason for her silence was not heartbreak, but compromise, to keep her identity from being revealed, to keep the tears from falling.

Even if she has the ability to read minds, she can't tell the truth of the words of the pastoral song. Did he say these things just to get out? Or was it a pun? Thinking about this, her body was cold.