Today's musicians have changed their clothes, no longer the enchanting fishnet stockings they wore last time.
The long snow-white rabbit ears hang down from the soft black hair, looking ambiguous and weird, like a deformed orc in a fantasy movie.
Tang Rou had seen the ears up close and they could move. Even after removing his makeup, Yu Qing did not take the ears off his head, so she guessed that the ears were sewn onto his head.
Yu Qing may have also gone through a biological modification project, but he was not modified to look like a scientific researcher, but more like a humanoid plaything modified by powerful people for the sake of curiosity.
He sang at the top of his lungs, but Tang Rou felt a kind of pain, a kind of pain that was almost impossible to breathe.
Everyone showed obsession and fanaticism towards him on the stage, showing greed and filthy desire for him. Some people even stretched out their hands to crawl onto the stage desperately, trying to touch his ankles.
They kissed the floor that Yu Qing stepped on and shouted for him until their faces turned red.
But Yu Qing didn't even cast his eyes down.
He was like a person isolated in another world, constantly retreating, hiding in the blurry lights, as if he was only there to sing this song, not to earn the gold coins that were thrown at the stage crazily.
He didn't have the slightest desire for the gold, Tang Rou could feel it.
He was in pain, he was about to die in pain, and Tang Rou had also felt this pain in Sea Rabbit.
The time when Mica injected her with a strange liquid, Tang Rou smelled many strange smells during her sharp senses period, but at that time she didn't understand what was happening to her, and she couldn't judge the emotions hidden behind these smells.
All I know is that at that time, Lucifer was hugging her and trying to kiss her forehead, while exuding an aura of pain and despair.
He hugged her, kissed her, and did things to her that offended her, but he was self-loathing and so desperate that he couldn't breathe.
His temperament is contradictory and fragile.
Like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, grasping at straws, crazy and pitiful.
Just like Yu Qing now.
"You are looking at him."
Tang Rou's behavior of looking up at the stage obviously made the man behind her unhappy.
"He is very dirty, a despicable thing, a plaything."
His eyes swept up from Yu Qing's thighs, and then lingered on his neck and collarbone. He was clearly speaking ill of him, but he also gave off an aura of greed.
Tang Rou smelled the strong desire emanating from the man.
He has desire for Yu Qing, even though Yu Qing is of the same sex as him, even though he is slandering Yu Qing.
"Oh, by the way, there is a great man in the church you just mentioned. He always comes looking for him. You should know what I mean by looking for him, right?"
The man's mouth was smiling and his eyes were ambiguous,
"He's a very dirty place. He's been bumped into many times. It's for both men and women. Since you're new to this place, I advise you to stay away from him."
really weird.
Tang Rou turned around and looked at the man with a strange look. The man quickly waved his hand to distance himself, "Don't look at me like that. I don't do this."
"After all, as long as he gives money, anyone can join."
He was shaking his wine glass. The shirt on his body was clean and wrinkle-free.
"Although I am rich, I never play with dirty things. I have mysophobia and dislike dirty things."
lie.
He is obviously very greedy and really wants to get Yu Qing.
Weird man.
Tang Rou's eyes fell on him and did not leave. The man felt uncomfortable and looked away to drink.
Getting drunker and bolder.
Yu Qing was too far away from him on the stage, so he stretched out his hand to touch the back of Tang Rou's hand.
When the performance on the stage reached the chorus, the lights suddenly brightened, which was a bit dazzling.
The atmosphere in the bar became more lively.
The young men and women gathered under the stage screamed louder, and many of them were shouting at the top of their lungs, like cicadas who were hoarse and had only one night to live.
When the man wanted to touch her thigh again, Tang Rou grabbed the wine glass and threw it at the man's face.
With a crash, the table was overturned, and the angry man rushed forward, looking like he wanted to hit the woman, but was stopped by several people around him.
Several pairs of eyes immediately looked over, paying attention to what was going on here.
It’s time to have fun, who doesn’t want to watch the fun?
The bar was very noisy. Originally, such movement would not cause any splash, but when the lights came on, the person on the stage who could take charge of the overall situation easily noticed this direction.
Tang Rou curled her lips, grabbed the half-filled liquor bottle, and hit the man's head hard from top to bottom. The glass shattered and cut the man's scalp. The spicy wine stung him and made him jump up and down.
His head was covered in blood and his body was covered in wine.
At this moment, the scene got a little out of control, and the cheers started to sound.
The people gathered here to watch the fun didn't notice that the voices on the stage had disappeared at some point.
The crowd screamed, and some people screamed until they almost fainted.
Aslan's face turned pale, and he silently called out "Ancestral", then rushed to grab her, and pulled Tang Rou, who was expressionless and exuding cold air, behind him.
But he didn't dare to let her do it.
It's okay for her to hit someone. If this person dared to touch her with a finger, I'm afraid the whole bar would be killed.
Atherland was even worried that she might have twisted her wrist by throwing the bottle, and it would be strange if the experimental subjects didn't turn the world upside down.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me!" The first reaction of all those who were beaten was to register their own number first.
Aslan said angrily, "Shut up!" Are you going to die?
That man looked like he really didn't want to die.
He didn't know what he had done, but the people in the seats next to him also began to walk in this direction, and a few tall and muscular men emerged from the crowd.
When each one is pulled out, it looks like it could kill a cow with one punch.
Tang Rou and Athelan were surrounded by it, like two weak little lambs being targeted by wolves.
Aslan pulled Tang Rou's sleeves and whispered.
"Okay, stop making trouble, or let's retreat. The priest is right here..."
Tang Rou didn't move.
Aslan said again, "Okay! Don't make trouble..."
With a sudden tug, Tang Rou staggered back, and Aslan's heart skipped a beat when he saw her eyes.
It's over.
Tang Rou always had a paralyzed face, so it was difficult for anyone to guess her emotions.
But at this moment, her expression was cold, the corners of her mouth were pursed straight, but her eyes were wandering, and her eyes were not in the right place.
As soon as he saw this appearance, Aslan knew...
She was drunk.
"No...have you made a mistake?" The corner of Atherlan's mouth twitched.
What would Tang Rou do when she was drunk?
She won't get drunk, lose her temper, yell, or make trouble. Even her paralyzed face doesn't look much different from usual.
But at this time, Tang Rou would always do something unbelievable.
She still remembered that the last time Tang Rou was drunk, she opened the door of the laboratory, held the hand of the feared Experimental Subject No. 17, and wandered around the public rest area of Area A.
His lazy and leisurely look, as if a nobleman was browsing his back garden, scared several female researchers who were drinking coffee in the rest area and discussing what manicures to do tomorrow, so they called in sick for a long time.
I was so scared that I couldn't sleep all night.
In nightmares, there are images of those dark green tentacles suddenly appearing next to you, which is more terrifying than seeing ghosts in the daytime.
Aslan was immersed in the horrific memories and did not notice that the screams behind him were getting louder and louder.
It is also getting more and more crowded.
Until a chair flew overhead and hit the person in front of Tang Rou.
The musician who was on the stage a moment ago appeared in front of him, stepped on the man's chest, clenched his hand covered with rivet rings into a fist, raised it high and then slammed it down hard.
The fists landed on the man's face, and there was blood with every blow.