Not long after, the two of them arrived at Feihuang Bar.
It is better to call it "Feihuang Bar" than "Black and Yellow" bar.
The place is smoky, noisy and harsh, and the smell of hormones is everywhere.
Ye Wudao glanced at the singing stage and saw a man singing, but did not see Xiang Feier.
The Nightingale Team quickly explained: "Miss Xiang Feier is the finale of the bar and will not appear until the end."
"How about we go backstage and take a look now?"
Ye Wudao thought for a moment, but finally shook his head and refused: "No, we'll just wait here for her to appear."
obey.
Fortunately, after waiting for less than ten minutes, it was Xiang Feier's turn to appear.
As the emcee read out Xiang Feier's name, the whole place became excited.
Soon, a woman with a hot figure and a handsome but cold appearance walked onto the stage holding a guitar.
Her stunning beauty and cool temperament are much better than those of celebrities.
After all, he comes from a big family, and his aura cannot be compared to that of a celebrity.
The audience cheered continuously, accompanied by provocative whistles.
Xiang Fei'er turned a blind eye to all this and sat down as if nothing had happened, playing the guitar and singing folk songs.
Singing quiet ballads in a bar like this is really out of character.
However, the audience was extremely quiet, everyone was listening to the wonderful sounds of nature and admiring the beautiful picture.
In less than five minutes, the ballad was finished.
Xiang Feier was about to step off the stage with her guitar in her arms.
The crowd suddenly rose up and shouted: "One more song, one more song."
This did not stop Xiang Concubine's steps, and her speed did not even slow down.
The shouts from below were so loud that the emcee had to go on stage to stop Xiang Concubine and signal her to play another song.
However, Concubine Xiang didn't wait for the host to finish speaking, she pushed him away and walked away.
The emcee was extremely embarrassed.
Suddenly, a wine bottle flew towards Xiang Feier, targeting her head.
Xiang Fei'er subconsciously avoided it, her eyes sparkling with anger, and she looked towards the audience.
"Who threw it?" Her voice was as cold as her appearance.
I threw it.
A man over fifty years old walked on stage carelessly with a sly smile on his face: "Miss Xiang Feier is beautiful and her singing voice is very sweet."
"I have never heard such a beautiful song in my life, so I will give you a bottle of beer in the hope that Miss Xiang Feier will accept it."
Xiang Fei'er rolled her eyes at the other party: "I can't bear Third Master's beer. I'm leaving."