peach luck evil king

Chapter 65
The performance at the front desk is no longer worthy of Zhao Shaolong's concern.If another evildoer with [-] points jumps out, he can only blame himself for being forced to be envied by the sky, and the Jade Emperor will not bless him.

Xie Wandong twisted her neck and rubbed her face, trying to get out of the sad atmosphere of Guzheng just now.Zhao Shaolong watched the bright and lively Xie Wandong being harmed like this by Chao Cangxizi, but there was nothing he could do about it, this girl's guzheng captivated her soul.

I still remember that when playing the flute in front of a group of old ladies and grandfathers and professors, those old people also burst into tears, sinking into the emotion of flute music and unable to extricate themselves.

After the performance this time, it's better not to play with musical instruments, in case one day, as Mr. Hu said, it would be a tragedy to kill a few people in front of you.

"Mr. Wandong, this time I decided to use all my strength. You must not be too involved in the field, especially the last few notes. Just throw the sword, otherwise it will be very dangerous." Zhao Shaolong looked at Xie Wan worriedly winter.

"What do you call me? Zhao Shaolong, let me tell you, you can call me teacher at school, but you have to call me outside...just call me Wandong." Xie Wandong squinted his eyes like a charming little Laughing like a fox, moving his body, getting ready for the game.

"But you're older than me. It's embarrassing for Brother Qiu to hear it."

"How old are you? Look at your pale skin, dull eyes, and hair like a chicken coop. I look much younger than you. I can be your sister."

"My family was poor when I was young, and I didn't take good care of it. But you look much younger than me, so I'll call you sister in private from now on." Zhao Shaolong thought for a while and said, "Lan Dong, Han Xuan and I..."

"Don't say it, don't say it." Xie Wandong covered his ears, closed his eyes and shouted.

Zhao Shaolong sighed, but in fact, why did he want to say that Han Xuan might be the same.

After a while, Xie Wandong opened his eyes, glared at Zhao Shaolong fiercely, and sat by the mirror to touch up his makeup.In fact, her skin is fair and healthy, without any blemishes, and she doesn't need any cosmetics at all.But women who don't want to be more beautiful and attractive.

There are two blond performers in the background, they look very listless. After listening to Senaya and Chao Cangxizi's performance, they have lost confidence in No.1 and No.2. The No.3 prize is a trip to ten countries in Europe. Unfortunately, they are Europeans and have no interest in this dispensable prize.

Zhao Shaolong closed his eyes, trying to communicate with the bugs with his spirit.Sometimes it can be felt, and sometimes it disappears, and its traces are difficult to figure out.But as long as the little worms show up, Zhao Shaolong can make them show their supernatural powers when needed, which shows that these little worms have already integrated with him spiritually.

Touching the Hongwu iron flute, Zhao Shaolong tilted his head slightly, and there was a faint pain in his back, he needed to rest.In addition to the favorable location, this performance was extremely disadvantaged in terms of time, people and harmony.I hope Xiaochong will be more aggressive and show its strongest side.

"The next performer, China, Zhao Shaolong, flute, performance piece: "Broken Flute""

The orange light in the hall was completely dimmed, and a few thin beams of light wandered around the edge of the stage. Instantly, a soft light lit up in the center of the stage, and the aperture slowly expanded.

A pale young man in gray clothes was sitting in a wheelchair. His face was not very handsome, but his calm demeanor was heart-wrenching.The two-foot-long flute in his hand was dark and gloomy, vaguely made of refined iron, and looked simple and dignified.There was a faint sound of wind in the concert hall, and a cool wind really blew in the center of the stage, blowing up the hem of the boy's gown.

The lights changed, and a light curtain suddenly appeared in the background, which was the pale yellow of the yellow sand desert.A clear eagle cry passed through everyone's eardrums, and several goshawks formed by laser projection spread their wings, hovering and flying above the stage, and the young man played the flute slowly, approaching his lips.

"Damn! Professor Hu is really willing to spend money for the realistic sound effects that are almost real, and the dazzling laser projection. It will cost several million." Cao Buchan is a habitual pretender, and he obviously understands these sound and light effects. cost.

"He has earned a lot of people's attention before the start. This old man Hu still has some ideas. No wonder he clamored for Shaolong to participate, because he was afraid of losing money." Xie Wanqiu laughed.

The laser projection on the stage slowly formed a cliff beside Zhao Shaolong, and the boy in the wheelchair was realistically shown sitting on the cliff.The strong wind was wrapped in light smoke, blowing the young man's long gown and rattling, and a few strands of messy hair fluttered in front of his forehead...

choke……

The iron flute actually made a sound of metal and iron, and the sound of the flute spread slowly and slowly.

A woman in white walked slowly into the center of the stage, and suddenly raised the low-handed iron sword in her hand, and a blood-thirsty dance began.

The laser projection turned into countless strong and fierce alien warriors, and they danced in sync with the dancing girl in white. The background turned again, as if there were thousands of troops galloping across the desert.

The sound of the flute rises from low to high, iron and blood clanging, each sound reaches deep in the listener's heart, and the blood is stirring.The sound of the flute is endless, and thousands of warriors in Han uniform rush out of the sound waves. A general in white robes rushes to the girl in white clothes surrounded by foreign races. .

The laser figures interspersed with the phantom figures from the sound of the flute, and it was hard to tell which was real and which was fake, but the scene that should have been grand was even more shocking and broader...

The hero is short of breath, the sons and daughters are long-lasting, the desert is yellow sand, and the ages are desolate...

The sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the boy on the cliff trembled slightly, as if he was about to fall off the cliff.A smear of blood slowly flowed down the flute onto the gray gown, soaked in, and turned brown!
The general died in battle, the enemy chiefs were like a wave, the girl in white turned around gracefully and helplessly with despair in her eyes, the sword flew out of her hand with a choke, and slowly fell to the ground.At the same time as the sword was released, the sound of the flute flew out into the sky, and the iron flute in the young man's hand suddenly exploded into dusty powder, scattered on the young man's gown.

The sound of the flute was stopped, the laser projection slowly receded, and the boy in the wheelchair couldn't control himself anymore, "Wow", he spit out a big mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The audience in the hall was suddenly in an uproar. This sonorous and powerful flute music was hardly like the music in the world.Although it is not said that there are many guzhengs that surpass Chao Cang Xizi, they are still firmly suppressed by one end.Coupled with the fact that the strings of the guzheng were only broken, this young man was like a flute.That Japanese girl was playing with her soul, her face was full of tears; this boy was playing with his life, blowing until he vomited blood...

"Shaolong, what's the matter with you?" Xie Wandong on the stage was the first to rush forward.There was another uproar in the audience, Han Xuan, Xie Wanqiu, Cao Buchan, Tang Shiyuanci and others all rushed onto the stage.

Chao Cang Xizi in the audience has been completely immersed in the magnificent and magnificent melody of "Broken Flute".The peach blossom-like deep eyes on the delicate cheeks are full of fanaticism, broken strings, broken flute, I am Si Fu Lou Tou Liu, and you are the catkins flying all over the sky.Zhao Shaolong, are you the bosom friend I have been looking for so hard?
Zhao Shaolong in Xie Wandong's arms was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, the wound on his back was also torn open, blood was spilling out of the moor, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was unconscious.

(End of this chapter)