[Blind Chicken Play] The band can be said to be the most famous band in Winterfell, no, in the entire northern underground world, and their strength is unquestionable.
As long as you tell them your requirements, any music can be played for you.
Their members are
Vocalist·【Broken Voice】Mute
Guitarist·【One Finger】Broken four fingers
Drummer·【Legless】Broken leg
Bassist·【No Arms】Human Stick
And other.
The mute, who was the host, communicated with the team members in sign language. They quickly reacted and adjusted the music. The bassist stood up and howled loudly. The lead singer played the bass, and the guitarist tied four broken sticks.
Fingers on the wrist, feet on the pedals, tapping to the rhythm. The drummer with a broken leg was sitting in a wheelchair, playing his guitar.
Soon, the heavy metal music sounded again, and the dance floor was given up at this moment. The upper demon Andrew and his sheep hooves walked to the center of the dance floor.
Along with the music, Andrew first completed a set of highly creative toprok, and his sheep hoof demon also cooperated very well on the side. It can be seen that the two people have a very good coordination with this set of toprok, which is a kind of practice.
The kind that lasted for a long time. Then Yang Hoo came to a freeze that was not very difficult and stopped there.
Then Andrew came up and played several powermoves, such as windmills, Thomas, giant loops, jumps of 360, 720, 1080, etc., in conjunction with the very strong rhythmic music. People around him made a sound of exclamation.
"Awesome, this dance has a difficulty level of at least five points, five points for coordination, five points for coherence, and five points for music selection. In total, I will give it a hundred points."
Onion Tou sighed and said.
Andrew completed a set of actions in a coherent manner, without blushing or out of breath, and raised his eyebrows at Sherlock.
"Oh, it's difficult to do. How about we change the dance moves? Does Sir Sherlock know these? Mechanical dance or something? Or we can ask those players if they are street dance experts?"
Blue asked worriedly.
Sherlock looked back at the players who were gearing up to play, but now they were all stunned:
"Damn it, are you so awesome?"
"What kind of dance is that? It's flying around."
"Windmill, you idiot, and it's a windmill that doesn't use your hands. Legend has it that as long as you fight back quickly enough, you can rely on inertia to make windmill movements in the air!"
"The board of Newton's coffin is almost unbearable. Who can sit on it with me?"
Sherlock looked back:
"No need, we can just stick to the original plan."
After Andrew finished a series of difficult moves, a new music list was delivered to the band "Blind Chicken Play".
"What? There is such a song?"
"Who wrote these lyrics?"
"Is this how this piece of music is played? Give us three minutes to get familiar with it and get in touch."
The four people expressed their opinions one by one.
In the middle of the dance floor below, forty players had already stood on the dance floor according to Blue's orders. However, after seeing Andrew's wonderful performance just now, a group of players had no idea what kind of dance they should use to defeat them.
"Why don't I dance? That's so beautiful. Maybe I can get a hundred points?"
"Everyone knows how difficult 666 is."
"Lawyer's letter warning."
"I know the Pure Land, can I dance?"
"Then what should we do? I can't dance."
While the players were chatting frantically and thinking of countermeasures, the music was already playing.
"The second set of national middle school student radio gymnastics "Time is Calling"!"
"It's okay, your body has already memorized the movements, just leave it to your body!"
The players were still chirping for a while, but soon became quiet because the bassist had continued singing:
"Section one, stretching."
The players are there dancing the second set of radio gymnastics, and the times are calling.
The other demons on the side gasped as they watched, and Andrew already had an expression of disbelief on his face:
"How is it possible? How did those goblin kobolds learn such a difficult dance..."
When the players finished the second set of broadcast gymnastics, they received thunderous applause.
There were whistles, surprised exclamations, and the sound of someone fainting and falling to the ground unable to bear the stimulation in front of them.
There were even vampires who rushed over excitedly, hugged the Hoe He and took a bite. The Hoe He fell to the ground in convulsions.
"It's so wonderful! It's so wonderful!"
"I didn't expect that there is such a beautiful dance in this world!"
"Can you teach me? In my dungeon, everyone will gather in the square at 8:45 every morning to dance."
Obviously, from the expressions of the surrounding audience, we can tell who is the winner in this dance competition.
The team from Sherlock's Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, with their mysterious and superb gymnastics dance, conquered all the lords and nobles present.
Andrew became even more sour.
But there was nothing he could do. He pulled his dance partner, nodded to the demons and nobles beside him, then looked at Sherlock with a sour look, turned around and left.
Onionhead, with a smile on his face, clapped his hands and said to Sherlock:
"Lord Sherlock, you are so amazing. You always bring us surprises. By the way, how is the beast doing with you?"
"It's not bad. Some of his abilities are very useful for my dungeon."
Sherlock nodded, and the onion in front of him stretched out four fingers and said to Sherlock:
"In order to thank Lord Sherlock, I will add a number to you, as you know."
"Huh? What do you know? If the beast is allowed to return to Winterfell, I will never agree, because the beast is now a very important employee of mine."
Sherlock immediately expressed his stance, and Onion narrowed his eyes and laughed.
At this time, an old beastman said to Onion:
"Lord City Lord, your daughter has arrived at Winterfell."
"Oh, I know." Onion nodded to the beastman, and then said to Sherlock with a smile:
"Sorry, my daughter left early and went to study abroad for more than ten years. I didn't expect to come back today. Sir Sherlock, we can talk again when we have the opportunity."
Afterwards, Onion Tou bowed to Sherlock and left.
Sherlock looked at Onion's leaving figure, and behind Sherlock, the beast that had left in a hurry did not go far. When he saw Onion walking away, the beast clenched its fist unwillingly, and then beat it.
After touching the wall, he walked up to Sherlock and said with firm eyes:
"Lord Sherlock! I want revenge! I also want to join this Dark Knight Competition. I want to get first place, and then have dinner with my wife and tell her everything I have suffered!"
Seeing the beast's determined look, Sherlock hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said:
"What if your ex-wife came up with this plan? What if there is another reversal? Life is already very difficult, why not just work peacefully in my dungeon, at least the children of the Eternal Kingdom dungeon
The people all admire you."
Sherlock pointed at the players, and the players also said:
"Yes, yes, beast, just continue to tutor us. My perfect score in the midterm exam depends entirely on you."
"My college entrance examination depends entirely on you."
"My academic performance has skyrocketed. What if you leave and I fail to score 100 points?"
The beast looked troubled, but Sherlock patted him on the shoulder and said firmly:
"And your power is not suitable for use in public, so why not let the people in the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon help you achieve this goal! They will get the first place, and they will help you redress your injustice!"
After Sherlock finished speaking, the players unanimously agreed that they would definitely seek justice for the beast.
The beast was so moved that he wanted to treat the players to drink Sleeping Worm black tea, but Sherlock followed up and asked:
"Do you have any heirloom equipment or something like that, can you use it as a reward?"
(There is another update posted at 23:55. There are four updates today. It’s a monthly pass. Isn’t that excessive?)