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Chapter 1201 NO.107: Slandering understanding, becoming

To be honest, since we have decided to play DJs, the best way to perform is to take off the disguise and return to the devilish posture.

After being transformed into a demon and liberating his senses, and supplemented by the power of Gilbalis that far exceeds Galatron's original performance, he is expected to break through his performance in the God's Blessing Sound Class last time and reach a further realm.

But, this is not necessary.

With Teacher Da Tuo here, I only need to help with song picking and mixing, and there is no need to overwhelm the guest.

What's more, his demonic transformation is so eye-catching that anyone who sees it now will shout, 'It's Omer Linton!' ’, and then I didn’t know whether what I was greeted with was cheers, curses, or what kind of throwing objects.

And it is possible to alert the snake.

As long as the other party has done some intelligence work, they should know the identity of Omer Linton's monster user, and it is unknown whether they will dare to take action at that time.

If you think about it this way, it would be a way to take precautions before it happens if he stays there as a doorkeeper despite the risk of rotten eggs.

But it may also give the other party a chance to play their cards.

There is no doubt that Omer has a habit of keeping cards.

When you stand openly in front of the enemy, you have to be prepared to be analyzed and targeted by the opponent, especially when you have a real name and are a subtle public figure whose every move may be noticed, you should be Withholding from the public.

So he had to wear this costume.

So he also made a brief visit to Sunday Serenity early.

Although in the past, I had allowed the devil's eyes to be dark red in order to not fully act, and even deliberately suppressed the dull hair on the top of my head to pretend to be a shooting star, giving people an impression that was indeed very different from the tranquility on Sunday.

Even the teahouse admits that the gap is too big, and only the back view will be misidentified - and the misidentification of the back view is very common for girls like horse racing girls who have many of the same hair colors and hairstyles. .

But at this moment, he wanted to put away that deliberate distinction.

The milky white hair that has been re-fixed by magic is raised, and the eyes that have been brushed with one hand are covered with adsorbable amber colored contact lenses. When they look at others, there is a fierceness in their eyes that is not angry and self-defeating.

It was quiet on a Sunday. Apart from the bureaucratic atmosphere that came from sitting in the shabby seat in the association, the most touching feeling she gave people was that she seemed to be unhappy with everything she looked at, as if no one owed her money less. with anger.

The temperament cultivated in the black and gray area, covered with the anger that is difficult to reconcile with the world no matter what, turns into this gloomy feeling like the end of Sunday.

All peace and joy end with the end of the holidays.

The so-called tranquility is nothing more than a powerlessness that becomes increasingly mottled by the world.

The world in the woman's heart is always swaying with rage, anger, and mania. From this point of view, Sunday Serenity can be said to be a cat meme.

My body is very small, but my anger towards life is huge.jpg
Omer was often bored.

He couldn't stand Sunday Ning's always being so angry that he didn't grow up, and he couldn't help but fight back when faced with the willfulness of a child.

But now, he not only has the power to suppress the opponent instantly, but also has a different view on such Sunday tranquility.

The fact that she can continue to be so young and impulsive at an age that is no longer young, running around in the quagmire of unwillingness to be sad, without knowing what to do, is also a point of light in itself.

Being angry and dissatisfied is always better than being truly numb.

Just like the Dark Godzilla he incarnated not long ago, trembling, painful, and unable to stop roaring.

Unstoppable roaring is always better than unstoppable silence.

She had never accepted that quiet Sunday, and she did not want it to turn into Sunday quiet.

Her anger is directed at others as well as herself.

He possesses two diametrically opposite qualities of strength and vulnerability at the same time, and often lives like a person with cracks all over his body.

Wasn't that what I used to be like?
To this day, when he looks at Miss Junchuan, Bai Ren, and Qianming, he can't help but think of their past.

Those things he had heard about and even witnessed.

Cosplay is a very direct role-playing. When you try to put on the costumes of those characters, assume the postures of those characters, and show their most well-known and impressive expressions, you will also subconsciously Thinking about their performance.

That's also the crudest possible profile.

If this process falls to the more professional Omer, the girl will be stunned in her eyes.

"...Friend...trainer?"

When she saw that figure coming onto the stage, the black-haired girl with amber eyes twitched, thinking she saw a 'friend'.

But obviously, her real 'friend' is still in the screen of the mobile phone in her hand.

That face is squeezed up, and the palms of both hands are tightly grasping the screen. It looks like you want to create it directly, but you are limited to your sister's perception and try your best to restrain it. The face is full of explanations about your dream, but you don't understand. banner scrolling. No matter what cnm she felt in her heart, she had heard the whole story from her sister and had to accept the fact that she had become a substitute.

The mood is not uncomplicated.

It's obviously that guy Omer Linton who is embarrassing himself. It's obvious that he's pretending to be a racehorse girl. It's obvious that rounding off the guy can make fun of that guy's cross-dressing! !
But - it's - it's my own body! ! !

Should we laugh or be angry? After all, we should still be angry!

It's disgusting - she wanted to insult him so loudly, but then she saw the timid little face of the tea seat.

This was the coffee shop's idea, and the tea shop wanted to see it, and based on her understanding of the guy, he definitely didn't want to wear this... All kinds of thoughts mixed together finally made her fall into silence.

There is no quieter time than Sunday Night, and there, the most unquiet Sunday Night also takes the stage to everyone's surprise.

The shock not only included countless tourists who were unfamiliar with it, but also included two cyber mercenaries waiting in the stage crowd holding call sticks.

As well as the four horse racing girls who joined together, they were still discussing where Omo was.

"We-i! Big-home-!! It's been a long wait~!!"

A striding and leaping figure, in this cool autumn season, still wearing shorts and a single shirt combined with the air-conditioning in the venue, the Tataku Sun God greeted the stage with her usual lively hot girl style.

＼ Wei——————! ! /
Although there were tourists and fans in the audience who were very cooperative and chanting, there were also more people looking at the 'unknown guest' who was not marked on the promotional poster in advance.

"Uh...that can't be..."

Although the restoration of the temperament and appearance is so perfect, the difference in body shape is still irreparable to acquaintances.

Representative Rudolf turned his head in shock at the first sight and looked at Representative Qianming aside.

The latter also had a look of surprise on his face, but it turned into a smile the next second.

"It turned out to be such an interesting thing."

"Brother, what is he doing..."

The real wit on the side was quite speechless, and the admiring Orihime standing next to her had a subtle look in her eyes, and she murmured in a low voice, as if she was arguing with someone: "No...no...he doesn't have that kind of hobby...should...?"

As a rigorous horse racing girl, she is not able to make firm judgments.

But no matter how shaken she was, the warm-up above continued.

"Thank you for coming here!"

"D——J————is..."

"People——family——! And this——!!"

"Sunday——Silence——kiss!!"

"Although there is some complicated and subtle relationship with another friend, this is the second assistant after Shanxin! He is also a DJ!!"

＼yeaaaaaah! ! /

No matter what, there will be a group of very cooperative fans shouting that any music scene has this kind of 'magic' that can easily infect more people.

"Yabai~☆That's it for the introduction! It's now, the time to win! Everyone, fire up!!"

＼Light up! ! /

"Okay, let's get started, the first song! "うまぴょい伝説"! Taku Inoue Remix version!!! Teacher Sunday!"

"OK!"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired Ma Niang raised her palms covered by black gloves, moved them forward together, pinched the button in front of the DJ booth in front of her, and pulled it down in parallel.

At the same time, the lights on the entire stage dimmed and switched, and the tiny laser lights swayed at low frequencies.

Under the background sound of trumpets and applause, the voices of everyone asking for their seats brought shadows from above. The two DJs standing on one side and far apart from each other showed different styles of fluorescence in their clothes.

It's just that compared to the Datu Sun God who closed her eyes to listen and confirm the main audio, 'Sunday Serenity' always had her eyes open, entrenched in her high shadow.

The golden light filled with dark red light flickered from the eyes of the black-haired horse girl, reflecting everything in the audience.

A good field of vision, centered on oneself, spreads out to perfectly encompass the perception points of the entire field.

As he expected, this was the most satisfying observation position for him, enough to fill the gap of the group of plainclothes secret service agents.