The music continues, and the chandelier above the head rotates, never stopping.
The enchanting lights slid across the high ceiling, and below were the crowds in a carnival, falling into an even more frenzied state due to the blood from the fight. Broken wine bottles punctured the flesh and blood, triggering a new round of screaming and crying.
Smoky atmosphere is the most appropriate adjective for this place.
Tang Rou was pulled behind her.
The musician, who was dressed curiously, blocked her sight, arched his thin back, and hit the man in front of him who had offended Tang Rou in circles.
The pictures overlapped strangely again, making Tang Rou think of Wen Nan in the fantasy world.
The boy in school uniform also punched the man who harassed her on the subway.
Tang Rou shook her head, feeling that she had drunk too much.
Why do you think Yu Qing is so similar to that person?
So similar to sea rabbit?
Seeing the blood, the crowd became even more frantic. The people who had been screaming crazily around the stage now gathered around the booths.
The musicians came off the stage, and the sense of distance disappeared. They stretched out their hands, like ghosts under the Bridge of Rebirth trying to catch people crossing the bridge, and tugged on Yu Qing's clothes with their fingers.
Someone took advantage of the chaos and stretched out to his waist and thighs, caressing his body unscrupulously.
Taste of greed.
So stinky.
The green mist gathered indoors and flowed out from everyone, so rich that it almost turned into a sea of green.
Tang Rou reached for the gun on her waist, pointed it at the huge rotating crystal lamp above her head, closed one eye, and aimed at the hanging wire connected to the ceiling.
Atherland stretched out his hand to pull her, "You are crazy! Do you want to smash them to death?"
But the next second, he shrank suddenly and opened his eyes wide, "Rou, why is your body temperature... so low?"
Tang Rou had no expression, her finger was on the trigger, and she slowly pressed hard.
"I'm not crazy, they are crazy."
This city has gone crazy.
The occurrence of the Killing Day was unreasonable in the first place. The city had lost its order and they were trampling on the rules.
Greed, madness, lust, they need to wake up.
Yu Qing reacted faster than her, stepped on the sofa and stood higher.
The small wine glasses on the wine table were placed on the same glass shelf. He picked them up together, raised them high above his head, and smashed them down with force, causing more than twenty wine glasses to shatter at the same time.
At the same time, Tang Rou pulled the trigger.
The muzzle of the gun shifted and hit the electric guitar on the bass on the stage. There was a crackle and a sharp metallic blast sound came from the speakers all over the bar. The crowd dispersed loudly, and for a moment they covered their ears from the noise.
The music stopped and the scene was quiet for a moment.
The bar owner stepped forward and a dozen burly security guards rushed into the crowd in an attempt to calm the disorderly frenzy.
The man's head was covered in blood, and there was a smashed chair next to him. He was lying on the ground, breathing in and out, and he looked like he was dying.
When the friends who came behind him saw the security coming, they pointed at Yu Qing and shouted, "Your people started beating people, and they almost beat our people to death!"
Customer is god.
Which is more important, customers or cash cows? The boss looked embarrassed and looked around.
He was a middle-aged man who knew how to weigh pros and cons. He had small eyes but a big belly.
Compared with the cash cow, customers are more important, because customers are God.
But there are many gods in this bar, but only one money tree.
The boss thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand.
The security guard rushed forward, held down the bloody man and his friends, and dragged them out.
The crowd screamed because Yu Qing jumped off the sofa. They wanted to reach out and touch it, but were separated by security guards.
The boss finished handling the matter, wiped his sweat, and said to Yu Qing, "Why did you rush down? Did you step on a landmine? You go backstage to rest today. I will talk to you later!"
After saying that, his two small eyes looked towards the second floor.
The place is very dark, the lights are dim, and many people who play below will not go to the second floor.
The first reason is because it is more lively and interesting down there, and the second reason is because not everyone can go up to the upstairs floor casually. They have to spend a lot of money or have connections, otherwise they can't book that kind of position.
Tang Rou also looked over.
There was an unpleasant smell coming from the second floor.
He is the priest who stands at the front in the central cathedral and leads the believers in singing carols.
After the troublemaker was dragged away, Aslan finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer and asked Tang Rou quietly, "Where's the gun?"
Tang Rou blinked, "Hidden."
Aslan stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, his expression becoming more and more serious, "Is there something you didn't tell me?"
But Tang Rou couldn't answer at this moment. Although she looked sober on the surface, her eyes were dull and she could tell she was drunk.
The musician who rushed to rescue him hadn't left yet. Aslan looked at him suspiciously, and the man also happened to look back at Tang Rou.
There is makeup on the face, which is very strange. There is no foundation. The skin is very good. The eyes are narrow and black, and the ends of the eyes outline a long dark blue line. It is not eyeliner, but more like a totem drawn casually.
The Adam's apple is thin, clearly a standard male feature, but the lips are painted bright red, and the bridge of the nose is very high, like a straight mountain peak.
The man looked at Tang Rou with deep eyes, making people feel that he was afraid of something behind him.
Aslan looked at the musicians up close and felt inexplicably familiar. At a certain moment, he opened his eyes wide and suddenly made a sound.
"Me! You! I've been to your concert!"
She recognized who the person in front of her was.
"You used to be very popular. When I was in college, I went to arrange your campus concert with Rou, but in the end there were too many people and we couldn't squeeze in at all!"
"By the way, can you sign it for me..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly fell silent, feeling something was strange.
Yu Qing did not become happy after hearing Aslan's words, nor did he smile.
His look is completely different from the high-spirited look he had when he was popular in the streets and alleys a few years ago and appeared in all commercial advertisements visible to the naked eye.
There are two long soft rabbit ears hanging between the black hair, beautiful lines are drawn at the end of the eyes, the mouth is painted in bright red, and the clothes on the body are revealing and extremely tempting.
The crowd was still crowding in this direction, and many people stretched out their hands to get past the security guards and grab Yu Qing.
The thin man staggered backwards after being caught, looking very embarrassed.
Very dusty.
The Yu Qing of the past was completely different from the Yu Qing of now.
How could he...become like this?
Of course Atherland won't ask.
She remembered that the last time Yu Qing appeared in the public eye was because of scandals on trending searches. Later, it was rumored on the Internet that Yu Qing was hidden because of those scandals, and that he was a young idol who disappeared from public view.
Atherland shut his mouth silently, probably because he didn't want to be mentioned about his embarrassing past, not to mention the way he was dressed now, it would be a blow to his dignity to recognize him in this situation.