The trainer was awakened by the sound of music and swallowed the words that came to her lips.
Tang Rou frowned and looked back, and saw a rock band in the middle of the dance floor. The person standing in the middle was holding a standing microphone in a strange shape.
It was obviously deafening heavy metal music, but when the man spoke, his voice was extremely low and moving, and he sang in a low voice as if he was talking about love.
The flowing light overhead passed over his face from time to time.
The tall man had short black hair and a strange mesh covering his face. He raised his lips, held the microphone in both hands, and sang affectionately.
It's just that the shape is weird, as if to cater to the bad taste of the bar audience, he is obviously a man, but he has dark red lips like dried roses, and two long white rabbit ears stick out from the dark hair.
One ear is raised upward, and the other is hanging down along the soft hair. Her legs are slender, her waist and abdomen are tight and narrow, and she wears very little, revealing a layer of beautiful but not exaggerated well-proportioned muscles on her waist.
The smooth legs are wrapped in a layer of fishnet stockings full of bad taste, which makes people think about it.
As soon as the band started singing, the audience below became crazy, howling loudly and constantly throwing gold coins on the dance floor.
Only then did Tang Rou notice that the city's common currency was gold, which was consistent with the underground trading market.
It is not difficult to guess that the leaders of the upper and lower worlds of cityofgod are the same group of people.
Aslan touched his chin and looked at it for a while, then suddenly said to Tang Rou, "Based on my experience of observing beautiful men over the years, although this man is dressed up in an exaggerated way, he has good looks."
He glanced back meaningfully, leaned close to Tang Rou's ear, and whispered, "She's definitely much prettier than this bartender, even if she's wearing bunny ears."
The sound is obviously moving, but the unique shape is used to attract attention.
He is obviously a man, but he is wearing fishnet stockings, big red lips, and revealing clothes.
Especially the two rabbit ears on the top of the head are so lifelike that they seem to move.
Tang Rou stared at it, feeling inexplicably that her ears seemed to be really moving.
She blinked and asked Aslan, "Do you think one of his ears stood up just now?"
"Have it?"
Tang Rou said firmly, "Yes!"
But now, the two rabbit ears on the man's head are all hanging down. They are soft and white, hidden among the messy black hair, and have a strange beauty.
The man sang a lyrical song to the music.
Already, excited people were stuffing gold coins into his body, stuffing large pieces of gold into his fishnet stockings, tight-fitting shorts, and top.
Men's dress transcends gender, like a curious rose.
There were many thick and wild men in the audience. Some of them were so humane that they rushed to the stage, tore off the collar of the lead singer dressed as a bunny girl, and stuffed gold coins into his chest.
It was an extremely offensive action. The man turned back lightly, letting the rude spectator fall into the air. With the swaying and rotating movements of the lights, he easily avoided the opponent's attack.
Soon, the security guards in the bar took the excited spectators out.
Atherland clicked his tongue when he saw it, "I really don't understand this world anymore and more. Their men are really weird."
Tang Rou was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you think this person looks familiar?"
"Is it?"
Tang Rou tilted her head, thoughtfully, "I feel like I have seen him somewhere."
…
The drum kit is very loud, and the bass and keyboards are also very selfless, but no one has the patience to listen to a whole rock song.
Even this kind of heavy metal music is rarely appreciated by people in this era.
In this world where you can live one day at a time, and you don’t know which one of tomorrow or accident will come first, all those who get drunk want is a faster pace and create a fresh and exciting sensory experience, rather than enjoying a piece of music.
Yu Qing was originally a very popular idol, and he can be described as very popular in the Southeast region.
But now, his buttocks were touched, his shirt was torn open, and someone even put their hands into his belt and stuffed gold coins into it.
There was also a square, hard object stuck on his belt.
Yu Qing took two steps back and sang selflessly, but the humiliation in his mind became more and more intense.
He knew it was a key card.
If he sells his body, he will live well.
Through the gauze in front of her, Yu Qing looked at the black crowd swarming under her feet, raised her thin lips painted with red lipstick, and the rabbit ears in her hair moved.
He sang even more selflessly and his body swayed, watching this group of people being obsessed with him and falling for him.
Most of them did not come to listen to music, but to see his curious appearance, immersed in the sensory stimulation of this moment, buying wine and getting drunk, wanting to touch him, want to get involved with him.
He knows it all.
Those greedy eyes were just trying to humiliate him and pin him down.
Lust is man's original sin, and every one of them is guilty.
Yu Qing raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen from the light above his head, and he was about to cry.
Once upon a time, he stood at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, with countless commercials, variety shows, and endorsement deals piling up.
At that time, he stood under the spotlight, and every hair was shining. Everyone loved her, shedding tears for him, crying for him, spending a lot of money for him, spending a lot of money for him, and wrote this in the middle of the night.
Long paragraphs of text.
She poured out her love in her heart and said she would accompany him to the death.
Yu Qing originally thought so too.
Until he offended someone.
They never knew that even though he was bright and shining on the stage, he was still just a commodity, packaged and enslaved by entertainment companies.
In this era of entertaining people to death, he can be packaged into the most exquisite appearance and stand in a position that attracts everyone's attention due to his natural conditions.
Likewise, those people can easily defeat him and destroy him.
He was flooded with unnecessary scandals, vague photos, and overwhelming press releases, and then he was hidden silently and no one knew about it.
Behind this, there is just one capital operation after another.
And he doesn't even have the most basic freedom.
Therefore, under his drunken impulse, he posted some words on his own account, and then his entire career plummeted.
Hidden away, without any exposure, and facing huge liquidated damages.
The boss behind the scenes offered him an olive branch and asked him to be the sparrow in the golden cage
He smiled and accepted the invitation, went to the agreed place, and beat the middle-aged man with a family severely.
Then……
He closed his eyes and his rabbit ears moved.
People always have to pay the price for their bloodshed.
He has lost all his edges and is singing in bars in this non-jurisdictional city.
Hearing the screams from the people under the stage, more and more gold coins hit him and threw them on the stage. The owner of the bar smiled and asked the security guards to put the gold coins into the basket. He looked at him like
Look at the money tree.
Yu Qing was even hit on the forehead by those gold coins, which turned red and left ugly marks on his chest.
He was taken advantage of a lot today, and a man even rushed up to rub his chest.
He wanted to vomit. He was obviously a man, but he still had to put on a bunny girl suit. He was obviously a popular idol in the past, and now he had to laugh and sing in a sensual place, acting as a visual product of curiosity.
But these are not the worst.
To make matters worse, someone got drunk and started a fight.
It would be bad if someone got hurt.
If a bleeding accident occurs due to a performance, he will be severely punished, and he may even lose his job. The agreement Yu Qing signed with the bar owner is that he will sing here to make money for the boss, and the boss will sing in the monthly killing daily
Give him his life.
Putting away the microphone, Yu Qing's voice became softer, but the fight between the two men became more serious.
Someone even mentioned the wine bottle.
The crowd was noisy, but the boss raised his hand to stop it, and the situation became chaotic.
Yu Qing was extremely irritable and wanted to retreat, but was pulled by an arm stretched out from under the stage, causing him to fall down.
Someone caught him, someone took advantage of him, someone took off his clothes, and Yu Qing fell to the ground, dizzy.
The two men were still fighting.
The bottle hit one of them on the head, causing a crash and broken glass scattering on the ground.
Screams also rang out, but more cheers.
They were eager for a fight. This city was used to seeing blood and liked exciting scenes.
Everyone was blocking the fight, and no one noticed him.
Yu Qing was lying on the ground, his hands were stepped on several times, his clothes were torn to pieces, and someone tore off his fishnet stockings.
There are more and more broken glass on the ground.
He crawled outside, trying to get away from those people.
Broken glass mixed with blood pierced his skin, causing him almost to faint from the pain.
He is Yu Qing. Yu Qing, who was once so radiant, has never suffered any physical pain.
My vision started to go dark.
It hurts too much.
It's so humiliating.
Finally, he climbed out of the crowd, hid in a nearby corner, and pulled off the black gauze on his face.
Holding his hands, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
So desperate.
Yu Qing lowered his hands and his head.
Living is so tiring.
Does it really make sense for him to live like this?
The dance floor was still noisy, and more and more people were joining the fight.
So annoying.
He sneered.
Destroy it.
A clean tissue was handed to him out of nowhere.
"Just wipe it."
The gentle and soft voice is like water washing through the turbid air.
He first saw a piece of bright wrist along the snow-white tissue.
Slender and fair, unlike what would appear in this scene.
"There are shards of glass in your wound, remember to pick it out."
Yuqing looked up as if he was attracted.
The gorgeous rotating light ball just crossed a lamppost, and the view was overexposed for a moment, as if it was in slow motion under the camera.
He saw the soft and clean smile in front of him
Not mixed with any impurities
Bang bang...
My heart beat hard twice
The man had already put the tissue gently on his hand, stood up, and left on his toes.
He was stuck for a few seconds before he came to his senses. An inexplicable impulse surged in his chest. He immediately got up and followed the figure regardless of his injured fingers.
The crowds of people were like a dark wall.
She disappeared.
It was as if the gentle night breeze accidentally blew in through a cracked skylight, only blowing on him for a moment before disappearing without a trace.
But it left him with deep and far-reaching ripples.