"Well...it's a pity...this is a limited time performance...you have bigger things to do..."
"Yes...I have, my epic..."
While Jessica lowered her head and Gama raised her head, Li Yue and Yingying had already swam into the women's bathroom stall, admiring Jessica's skills through perspective.
The Minstrel Conference is about to begin, and Gamma is about to be fully prepared to be released. It seems that it will be in time.
"What are they doing?"
"Children don't watch."
"But this is meaningless." Yingying had already seen Jessica's "performance" in the bathroom of Iron Mine Town, but this time there were big differences in the details.
"Human mouthparts do not..."
"What do you mean?" The source had thought that such rare materials would appear in such a small way.
"Get ready to work." Xinyuan saw that Gamma could handle it, so he left me alone. Instead, he pried open the wall tiles in the bathroom and drilled back the wall, waiting for the bad show to begin.
"The second half is the selection competition. The poets will step off the stage together to start their own epic, and the audience will choose the 8 poets who can advance to the finals..."
After all, he is an eighth-level poet. Although the items left behind by Da Chou will cause some trouble to Gamma, they can only serve as a delay.
Li Yue and Yingying wrote and communicated for a while. Jessica's performance over there had come to an end, and the two stood up with satisfaction.
The stage suddenly expanded and became smaller, and hundreds of bards each took the stage with their own instruments, tinkling.
The source left a quip in Gama’s ear, which shocked me.
Lu Zhen knew what kind of demonic relic it was, but according to the host's description, it should be a projection-type item.
The audience knew that this was the announcement that the small meeting was about to end, so they applauded warmly.
"The first half is of course not your final. The eight poets will take turns to appear on stage, singing our respective works, and using that relic to reproduce everything we described..." As he said, the host pressed a button, and under the stage floor
A bathtub-like device is raised.
At the door of the performance room, an ugly face popped up and greeted Gama with a smile.
"The small meeting is divided into two parts - a half-hour break -" the host used an exaggerated tone to attract the attention of the audience, so that we would not be disturbed by the noise under the porch.
"Okay, okay, stop analyzing, there's nothing to analyze." Li Yue quickly stopped his shadow, "Sometimes, psychological satisfaction is more interesting than physical satisfaction."
"Can't I try it?" Yingying slumped, "This isn't cool at all..."
Listen carefully. The source noticed that the host looked bad. Did he mention how to judge the winner?
The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, but quickly recovered.
"Goodbye, Mr. Jessica." Gama said goodbye to Jessica and left the bathroom. Then he saw huge shadow characters rising from the wall.
"That's the appearance you've been waiting for." Gama's response was firm.
"Finish!"
The balloons under the porch moved, and giraffes, rabbits and sheep floated toward Gamma.
"Well... you know." Gama calmed down and muttered, "I never thought that no one in the Kingston family is good at that kind of performance..."
"You mean, just a hole is enough? Can I try?" Yingying was about to solidify into a human form, but was immediately stopped by Li Yue poking her head.
"Waiting for the performances of the eight poets to begin, Li Yue will decide who is the loser that makes Xiaojia most suspicious!" The host spread his hands and threw a ball of Luzhen to the seventh and eighth floors of the small hall.
The very center between.
When the host gives the order, the poets have to play.
There is no ugly man holding a maracas and a unicycle, no young man with a beer belly holding an accordion, and no violinist wearing a tuxedo with a cello growing from his neck...
"Is it wrong to enjoy it? The performance is going to be great! He has arrived in time~The epic is yours~" The big clown chuckled, and then retracted his head in an instant.
"Everyone here tonight... is here to understand the outcome of 'this war', so I will allow you to slow down and enjoy tonight's performance!"
"Maybe you can't continue until he sings his epic?" Jessica twisted around in the cramped cubicle, opened the door quickly, and walked out reluctantly.
Then, inexplicably, the audience heard stereo sound surrounding them.
Then I saw a monkey doll riding a unicycle coming up behind me, clapping a big gong: "I want to go, I want to go..."
"Want to help?" Gama heard the source's voice outside his head.
The guards under the porch turned a blind eye to the debris, as if they should be there.
"Don't let him, he is a succubus." The source objected, "You are also controlling me now. I will be where you want me to be to provide convenience for you."
"And just as the little family expected, the winner will of course get Li Yue himself, the right to name 'this war', and the big gifts prepared by each little family!" The host's tone suddenly raised.
Low.
Regarding Li Yuehe's belief, everyone present is obviously the Protestant priest who knows best.
It turned out that on the way to the performance room, Gama saw several toys and balloons spread out on the porch, which was in perfect harmony with the original layout of the minstrel gathering.
That means the Bard's Gathering is coming to an end.
Gama's eyes were no longer dull.
"You're leaving!" Gama pushed open the door and went straight to the performance stage on the seventh floor.
"If I had known that, I would have been able to control me." The shadow was written by Gandhi to Lu Zhen.
"Focus, there are things to do later." Li Yue corrected Yingying's focus.
"It's time to get to work."
It was also at this time that the music in the small hall stopped.
"Is it too late?" the source asked me spontaneously.
"Dominos are the tongue of the devil, seducing all the strange souls and attracting your attention..."
Few poets wanted to seize the center or back position of the stage, but in order to preserve their strength, they all fought directly and ended up in chaos and disorder, choosing their respective positions.
"He has the final say."
"I guess that Li Yue will be aware of my feelings towards our works. Whose work is he most willing to doubt, so he won't feel it?" Yingying knows more about that kind of demonic material.
It's just that there is no water outside the bathtub, but it is full of sand.
A group of poets sing their own songs, and it’s hard to understand who is more eye-catching; but when the eight finalist poets sing their own works, who will determine the final winner?
We are all bards who play the same instrument.
Under the stage on the seventh floor, a host wearing a tuxedo appeared.
"Oh...it almost made me forget my great achievements." Gama tied up his clothes, still immersed in a deep sense of satisfaction.
Has Gamma stepped down yet?
"You know, but you will know." Yingying ended not being very surprised at the outcome of that small meeting.
"It doesn't make sense." The source agreed with Yingying's explanation, and then instinctively thought for a second that there was no possibility of cheating, "But will it be affected by the Protestant religion?"
In the sound of the gong that was only for Gamma, Gamma's movements were stuck, and he struggled to lift the harmonica, fighting against the dolls and balloons left by the big ugly.
"It doesn't matter, you need that kind of debut..." Gama shook his head and hurriedly walked along the corridor to the performance room.