Raymond stood at the judges' table with a smile on his face, "As the director of the Paris Opera House, I would like to invite you to participate in the starlight concert tomorrow night. I wonder if you fairies would like to enjoy the light?"
The girls with crystal-eyed eyes suddenly brightened up, and they all looked at Ye Wan.
Ye Wan nodded, "What an honor!"
After Ye Wan met Dean Raymond and confirmed the program to be performed on stage tomorrow night, she returned to the lounge and saw silence in the lounge.
How hard you worked before today.
Then at this moment, the breath that he was holding on to was exhaled, and the overwhelming fatigue suddenly rushed in like sea water, swallowing everyone.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Ye Wan smiled, "We'll work harder tomorrow night, and the day after tomorrow, we can go home!"
When they heard that they were going home, everyone cheered up.
At this moment, no one is worried about what will happen to the performance at the Paris Opera tomorrow night.
It seems that from the moment they got that star-studded trophy, everyone has infinite courage and confidence.
Nothing to be afraid of!
You have endured the competition, why are you still afraid of a performance?
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"Wanwan, congratulations!"
Ye Wan had just gotten into the bus when she received Lu Changchuan's WeChat message.
The car drove smoothly back to the hotel, surrounded by the soft voices of girls.
On the day when the preliminaries and rematches ended, the bus was filled with cheers and laughter, and the laughter almost lifted the roof of the bus.
But after receiving the prize at the end of today's final, the girls all started talking softly.
Ye Wan smiled and looked away, leaned against the cold car window, and typed out a line of text to reply to Lu Changchuan, "We will perform at the Paris Opera House tomorrow night and return to China the day after tomorrow. You can see your girlfriend on Tuesday!"
"good."
Lu Changchuan replied: "Then I will suffer for three more days!"
torment?
Ye Wan snickered and sent out a throwing-down emoticon, "Good night!"
"Good night!"
Putting away her phone, Ye Wan let out a long sigh of relief.
The girl didn't respond anymore. Lu Changchuan put away his phone. When he turned around again, his gentle face was already clouded, and his eyes were full of coldness and solemnity.
Behind him was a dark cabin. The moment he opened the door, screams could be heard incessantly.
Wherever he looked, the three-clawed crocodile tied to the pillar was covered in blood.
A face was swollen like a pig's head, and even the original face could not be seen clearly. Blood dripped from the eyes, nose and mouth, and a blood trail snaked around the body.
The three-clawed crocodile has been imprisoned in this room since he was brought back to the imperial capital.
At first, I felt a little lucky, thinking that as long as I carried it through, even if I still had a breath, someone would come to save him and take him out of the room.
But after a few days, the three-clawed crocodile discovered that he had overestimated the man's ability and underestimated Lu Jiuye's cruelty.
Except for the person who tied him in asked him a few words the night he first came back, they never said a word to him after that.
From that day on, he started one round of death mode after another.
One breath is deep, one breath is shallow.
The three-clawed crocodile didn't know how long this kind of torture, where even death was a luxury, would last.
The room fell silent, and when he was about to exhale his last breath, the dangerous breath awakened the remaining intuition of the three-clawed crocodile.
Opening his eyes, he saw the tall figure standing far in front of the door in his hazy vision.
Life or death.
I'm afraid it was only in his thoughts.
And after so many years of being on the run, he had had enough!
"Nine, Lord Nine..."
The three-clawed crocodile said angrily, "Please, please Master Jiu, give me, give me a way to live..."