At 8:00 pm, before Zhou Fengyu could finish his makeup, the audience on the stage began to mutter.

"Why haven't Zhou Fengyu come out yet? It's 8:00." A man with a glowing stick in his hand and a face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Don't you know? I heard that Zhou Fengyu was kidnapped this afternoon." A boy with yellow hair dyed in front of the man in glasses spoke.

"Ah? Really? How could this happen? Then isn't Feng Yu very dangerous?" A girl from a long distance heard someone saying that Zhou Feng Yu was kidnapped, and said to a fat girl next to her with a worried look on her face. Seeing that she was holding a Zhou Feng Yu sign in her hand, I love you, you can tell that she was Zhou Feng Yu's true love fan.

District D, Xiaoqian lowered her head and leaned against Ning Bufan and said, "Didn't you say you have rescued her? Why haven't she come out yet? Did she be injured?"

Ning Bufan shook his head: "I must have been injured, but I don't know why she didn't come out yet. Maybe she was delayed by something."

Just as the audience was getting more and more noisy, a huge roar of music suddenly sounded in the concert venue.

Ning Bufan looked at the stage in the middle of the concert. There were three huge Led high-definition LCD displays on the top of the stage, so that the audience in the distance could see clearly.

In the middle of the stage, more than a dozen girls in white tight skirts jumped out, and then a crisp and pleasant singing started.

The shaking red wine glass, the lips seemed to be stained with blood.

That unusual beauty is hard to forgive sin.

Whoever follows faithfully is at best a guard.

Stepping on the rose under my feet, I greeted a kiss as comfort.

Pitiful.

Ning Bufan saw Zhou Fengyu slowly rising from under the stage. He was wearing a hot red skirt, his upper body and lower body were tightly wrapped, with bright red lips, and his head scattered backwards, looking extremely hot.

Holding a microphone in his hand, he followed a group of dancers singing and dancing, constantly twisting his body.

Ning Bufan looked at Zhou Fengyu on the stage and was shocked by her. He didn't expect that the little girl who looked like a matchstick would become so hot after changing her clothes. His lips couldn't help but feel a little dry.

The audience on the field was completely ignited by her and roared: "Zhou Fengyu! Zhou Fengyu! Zhou Fengyu!" The sound was as loud as the sky, as if the entire venue collapsed.

Zhou Fengyu held the microphone and pressed down with his hands, signaling the audience to whisper. Seeing this, the audience immediately stopped shouting and sat on his chair.

Seeing this, Ning Bufan couldn't help but admire this charming little woman. She could easily control the emotions of the audience, glanced at Xiaoqian and Yun Xiaolin, and even they looked flushed and excited.

Zhou Fengyu continued to sing:

Like a silly music, it teaches people how to sleep.

Unknown perfume, suffocating ghost.
Chapter completed!