Chapter 34:
The huge curtain and lights are flowing, quietly turning into a gorgeous appearance with red as the main body and golden trim.
Different from the slightly quiet tone at the beginning, when the golden red curtain spreads to both sides, the joyful minor tone resounds clearly through the entire stage like a bird leaping high.
The light white mist first occupies the line of sight, then the magnificent white temple, the extravagant and luxurious decorations, and the strange beauty of the blooming flowers all add radiance and radiance to each other, and the extremely gorgeous scene catches the eye.
But more attractive are the performers in the center of the field.
The clothes are complicated and well-mannered, but there is a high reserved and arrogant expression on his face. They are gods who are different from humans and very similar to humans.
Corresponding to the cheerful music, the performers standing on the outermost layer danced gracefully, nodding, raising their hands, and bowing their waists. The originally intense and complex movements, under their interpretation, turned Like a butterfly flying through the flowers.
The singing with the chorus gradually began: "Wine, food, beauty, the unparalleled beauty in the world, all gathered at the banquet of the gods."
"Praise the gods, praise our light, praise our kindness, everything on earth has meaning because of us."
The melodious tune seems to tell an epic story, and the next moment gets higher and brighter.
At this time, huge waves and foam spurted out from the stage behind, and a **** in white was surrounded by a slow step, raised his arms, and bent slightly, as if The feathers that were blown off danced an extremely light and beautiful dance.
At this time, a sigh of relief appeared: "But if a peerless beauty appears, there is no **** who can not bow his head for him."
The gods who were dancing on their own, spun around a few times as if they were being dumped, and then gradually approached the blonde **** in the center.
It was just a look up, and the flames were shining, and they realized that they were all potential enemies.
"The best flowers, the best wines, there are many riches in the world for the gods."
"Butthereisonlyonebestbeauty."
The range of dance has also increased.
The scene was tense.
The accompaniment of "Rumble" pops in.
Like driving a chariot, the red-clothed **** riding like a thousand, split the road from the periphery, and easily cut a road to reach the blond god.
The white shawl is raised between the rough movements, and the dancing and neat dance moves away from the fighting others.
As if laughing and mocking others, the fiery red **** of war directly pulled the **** of beauty and went around half a circle, forcing him to match his own rhythm and swear sovereignty.
The blonde beauty looked blank and was led to dance.
The majestic and proud singing sounded: "You can see the unparalleled brave man, his strength, his bravery, that is the only candidate."
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"If you understood the ingeniousness of wisdom and the profoundness of thinking, you would never say such ridiculous words."
The gods closest to the **** of beauty, the dance moves tend to be the same, they are all complex and fierce struggles, and they all look like they are fighting endlessly.
Change.
"Onlyoneprizeisthegreatesttemptationtothegodswhoarerichineverything.
The sudden change of music is full of killing intent, and the sound of drums, horns and swords intersecting, arousing people's hearts to speed up and heat up.
The battle between the God of War and the God of Wisdom intensified. Some of the gods of each were overwhelmed by the two and volunteered to fight together as the same faction.
The violent dance of the rough mine and the calm and self-controlled dance, the two sides fought hard. The ignorant beauty swayed around to the left, and then looked curiously to the right. The light dance was like a dragonfly in the water, leisurely lingering in the various flower branches.
Just as he was happily playing, a cold white hand came out of the hidden darkness and blocked his way.
Intense music joins a veiled surprise.
Like an erratic dark cloud, the man in the short black cloak appeared with swift steps, grabbed and pulled, backed and twisted, and brought the **** of beauty into his own rhythm , danced fast and slow, difficult to keep up with the dance.
The cloak covered the man's face, but the singing was not hidden at all.
The man breathed a long, cold and cruel tone: "No matter what is beautiful or ugly, it will eventually return to me, the end of death."
Mei Shen showed a frightened expression, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of death, and could only be forced to follow the dance, walking toward the dark mist without stopping.
The death **** full of dark breath flutters in his clothes, revealing cold white arms and waist and abdomen covered with tattoos, raising his arms, drawing his hands, turning around, and his neat and capable movements are like black butterflies spreading their wings. Chasing the end of death without confusion, towards a grand new life.
The **** of beauty was fascinated by this bewitching beauty and couldn't help but approach, the movement of his feet was a little sluggish, the movement of his hands had already gone out, and he accidentally knocked down the cloak of the **** of death, revealing that A pair of dark green eyes with a hint of surprise.
The subtle surprise in the music turned from darkness to light, and instantly turned into monstrous anger.
The moment the cloak was lost, the blinding magic seemed to fail, all the gods looked in the same direction, and the fireworks of the battle rekindled on the other person.
They want to form a circle and trap Death in it.
The cunning God of the Underworld naturally wouldn't let them do as they wished, and the erratic dance moves lightly, like a slippery fish, nimbly drilled out of the encirclement.
The **** of death with long silver-black hair and emerald eyes laughed wantonly, danced a provocative dance beside the angry **** of war, and passed by the **** of wisdom with a serious expression, stubbornly pulling him into his own rhythm , destroying his team...
Compared to Hermes, the **** of freedom, on this stage, it seems that only the **** who guides death is truly free.
In the end, he turned around gracefully and bowed slightly, as if to say a curtain call to them: "If love coexists with beauty, will hate coexist with you?"
Just like the Tathagata, Death quietly disappeared into the darkness.
The music returns to peace and joy.
And the **** of beauty returned to the middle, still with a moving smile and a charming figure, which instantly stimulated the other gods to red-eyed and fight into a ball.
In the increasingly noisy and intense background sound, the gods fell down one by one, stopping the sound, and the other gods slowly left in fear.
Only the still beautiful blonde **** was left on stage. At this time, the song reached the end note, gradually sinking slowly, like a long bell, sighing heavily.
Mei Shen deftly passed over each loser, bowed her head slightly, stayed beside them for a short time as if observing, circled the entire stage, and stood at the original position.
Raise your hand, bend over, turn your elbow, from soft to intense in just a moment, that is the dance of the strong.
The innocent and ignorant **** smiled meaningfully.
The gentle blue eyes slowly revealed the color of ice, and he sang the last lines softly:
"Loveisn''tfree. (Love is not priceless
"Areyoupreparedtogivemeeverything? (Are you ready to give me everything
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Xiang Ming stared closely at the projected stage, clenched his fists, said nothing, walked out of the lounge by himself after a while, and ran to the passage connected to the lounge at the back of the stage.
After a while, the gods who had not changed their clothes appeared in front of them again, their faces were beautiful and luxurious.
He ignored the most eye-catching Yang Yu, rushed to the back, and grabbed the **** in black.
"Huh?" The man raised his clean and beautiful green pupils and looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't remember what he did.
Xiang Ming was even more angry at his appearance, squeezed his subordinates tightly, and gritted his teeth: "Why are you, not C?"
At this moment, he forgot his worries about winning and losing. He only felt resentful for himself and wasted a lot of expectations on this bad guy.
Xing Dou raised his eyebrows and waved to Yang Yu and the others who turned to look here, signaling them to go first.
The state of watching the fun is shown.
Even Wen Lun, who played the subordinate of the God of Wisdom on the stage, did not dare to make trouble, he hesitated for a while and then left obediently.
Xing Dou slowly pulled out his hand and replied calmly, "Isn't the reason obvious? Because there is someone more suitable."
It looks calm, but Xiangming doesn't believe it at all.
, did you do this on purpose?"
Do you deliberately mock him with a posture that is not a C position at all but can still crush him?
"You seem to have made a mistake." The silver-black-haired **** seemed to retain his coldness on the stage, "I don't have time to pay attention to my defeated men. What I want to do, how to do it , has nothing to do with you. Understand?"
"..." The azure-haired youth pursed his lips, his bangs blocked his eyes, and he remained silent, still not taking a step back.
"Wait." Xiang Ming noticed what he was thinking, and in a hurry he hugged the black-haired boy's waist, "You speak clearly first."
"I've made it clear." Xing Dou was not used to being so close to people, so he increased his strength and pushed him away a little annoyed, "I didn't make an agreement with you to be the C position as well, I don't want to compete with you again."
"You are not worth my pursuit. If you understand, don't come again."
He dropped the sentence indifferently and left without looking back.
Xiang Ming froze and watched him go away, his footsteps were so heavy that he couldn't take a step, as if he was bound in place by the words just now, unable to move.
The first game was a loss, and he witnessed the good performance of others. The situation he faced at this moment suddenly made him feel unspeakable indignation and sourness.
“…are you not looking at me anymore?”
I don't even know your name.