After the audience was silent, Erica nodded with satisfaction, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and there was no opening sentence for half a sentence, her left hand pressed a harmony, and the five fingers of her right hand plucked the strings, and a string of melodious rhythms flowed out like clear water. After two bars of the pen, fun and pavilion www.biquge.info the door, she opened her lips lightly, and her ethereal, slightly sad singing voice immediately echoed throughout the hall, which was the Celtic music style that Zhang Long was very familiar with, and it seemed that she had lived in the land of barbarians nine times out of ten......

After hearing the lyrics clearly, Zhang Long was even more stunned: Is this obviously a very classic Scottish folk song before the crossing!

Returning friends, you turn your head,

Flowers, herbs, roadside wild vegetables,

Take me to greet the girl,

She used to be my true love......

After the first lyrics, Zhang Long's eyes were a little moist, and this song had accompanied him through countless sleepless nights. The days before the crossing were bleak, and I could only rely on games to paralyze my nerves every day. For a dead house like him, listening to songs while playing games is a must, and he has always liked to play the dark barbarian's footsteps, and he loves the music of Celt. This song was looped by his single for a long time as the first choice for this style, and at this time it was reheard in Saint-Hugh Arie, which instantly evoked countless sad memories. Unconsciously, he actually hummed along with a broken gong voice, and the drinkers around him were a little dissatisfied at first, but immediately found that after the second lyrics, the content of the two singing was actually different!

Zhang Long naturally knows that this song originally had a two-part rotating version adapted by later generations, the main voice part is the original love theme, and the secondary voice part is an anti-war theme, which is very tear-jerking. Erica on the stage naturally heard it, although Zhang Long's singing skills are really not good, but the sub-voice he sings is natural to his own melody, and there is no sense of disobedience, and it can even be said that this should be the complete version of this song!

What's going on? Could it be that this immortal man who doesn't seem to have any characteristics also knows that person? The girl's expression was still still, but her heart was full of questions, and she must interrogate him later!

When the song was finished, the drinkers applauded in unison, and Hasrab tore open his throat and shouted, "Erica, come fast!"

Other drinkers responded. Erica didn't speak, just nodded, and with a movement of her fingertips, she swept out a few rather fierce harmonies, and the style of the music changed abruptly, instantly changing to enthusiastic and unrestrained Kakistan dance music. Zhang Long could tell that this was the most famous Latin rhythm on the planet, and it was mixed with a lot of Middle Eastern styles, and this style of music was so emotional that it could make people get up and dance almost immediately. Erica's voice miraculously turned from still water to flame, and the singing made the hearts of every drinker burn. The men with Donglu ancestry led by Haslabab and Haishan cheered and clapped their hands to the rhythm, and Zhang Long was also deeply infected by the warm atmosphere, and drank several more glasses in a daze.

In this way, Erica sang more than a dozen songs with completely different styles in succession, without stopping to take a sip of water in between, but her voice was not tired at all. The drinkers listened so well that they unknowingly contributed more than usual to the bar. What surprised Zhang Long the most was that she could perfectly control those different genres, each of which could be interpreted in both form and spirit. This ability is rare on the earth, even a big singer can do it, and to hire such an excellent singer, Boss Palamo is really fortunate to have three lives!

The strength of the whiskey was still too great for Zhang Long, and his head became confused again, and he didn't even know when Erica would finish the last song, and fainted under the table. When he woke up, he was already lying on an uncomfortable hard bed, and in the dark small room, there was only a ball made of unknown material that emitted a white light, like a ghost fire.

"Ugh...... Where am I......" Zhang Long rubbed his swollen and aching head and looked at it, and couldn't help but be surprised that the beautiful red-haired singer was sitting on a chair beside the bed, looking at him with lazy eyes that were always half-closed.

"I noticed you, Long Zhang. Erica said in a waterless tone, expressionless. Her voice is still as sweet and beautiful as when she sings, but without a hint of emotion.

"Ugh...... I didn't sing well, so I made you laugh......" Zhang Long quickly apologized.

Erica continued to say flatly, "There's nothing to apologize for. Do you know an Amazon? He looks weak, prettier than most women, but unfortunately not a real woman. 」

Rocky Zhang Long was stunned: How could this girl know him? Erica was keenly aware of the change in his expression, and her half-closed eyes actually opened a little, revealing a hint of emerald.

"So you really know him?" Erica leaned closer and asked, "Where is he now, what is he doing, and what is he called?"

Zhang Long scratched his head and replied, "What did you say...... Probably Rocky...... He's a slave of House Esenhard now, just like me, but I'm a gladiator, and he's fighting in an iron cage with black fists......

"Sure enough, it's his style......" The girl looked thoughtfully, a charming smile on her lips, "It seems that no matter what my adoptive father decides, I'm going to go to the Esenhard house." 」

Zhang Long then remembered something more important, and hurriedly asked, "What is this place, and where are my companions?"

Erica stood up, and Zhang Long was shocked a little by her tall figure again: "Hai Shan, like everyone else, is talking to my adoptive father, and the woman is resting in another room. Now that you are awake, come with me. With that, she turned to open the door and gestured to Zhang Long.

Zhang Long got up suspiciously and walked out of the room with her, it turned out that this was a very inconspicuous small hotel near the "faint to death" bar, in American dramas, many secret gatherings will choose this kind of place. Walking through the narrow corridor, Erica stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden door, pushed it open with two taps, and turned to invite Zhang Long in.

Everyone in this small room was holding a cigarette pipe and spitting out smoke, but fortunately, judging from the smell, it was just tobacco, not opium that Zhang Long avoided and avoided. There were four or five men in different costumes sitting around the round table, with a dignified look, Hai Shan was also among them, and on the main seat at the door was an old man in a purple robe, who looked about sixty years old, with gray hair and clear eyes, and was not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Are you awake? The old man nodded to Zhang Long and motioned for him to sit in the empty seat next to Haishan. Erica walked to the old man and sat down next to him with an expressionless face, and then to Zhang Long's surprise, she took out a simple mahogany pipe from her waist bag, filled it with tobacco and lit it, and joined the ranks of swallowing clouds and spitting smoke.

"As you already know, I'm Sander McAure. The old man took a deep breath of his cigarette and reported himself to himself slowly and majestically.