This kind of concert does not have a host, and the owner of the speaking voice is none other than Le Qingling backstage.
"Surprise?" As the representative of Tianluoxing's organizer, Zhuang Zijian felt very puzzled. He couldn't remember any surprise arrangements today? If so, would Le Gongzi's agency not let him add extra money? Also,
He was also a soul master himself, and his cultivation was not weak. But he asked himself, in any case, it was impossible to fly away like Mr. Le without the help of a mecha.
"Agent Le, what is going on? Master Le, where has he gone?" Zhuang Zijian asked Le Qingling anxiously.
Le Qingling said with a serious face: "I told you it was a surprise, how could I tell you in advance. Just wait a while. Mr. Le needs time to prepare."
With the comfort of her words, the audience immediately became much quieter. Surprise? What kind of surprise will Mr. Le bring? He has never had such a concert before! What will change this time?
The audience is looking forward to it, he is their Le Gongzi after all!
Ziluocheng Huixin Hospital.
Nan Cheng leaned tiredly on the chair outside the intensive care unit. Lan Xuanyu finally stabilized, her vital signs were all normal, and there was no intention of dying suddenly, which made her relax a lot. It was not the worst news after all.
For her, this is enough.
As for miracles, she didn't dare to expect too much now. In her heart, as long as her son could live, that would be fine.
The doctor said that if he doesn't get significantly better and wakes up after being in the intensive care unit for a month, he will be transferred to a general ward. From now on, he will have to rely on his family members to call him, and he may have a chance to wake up.
Nan Cheng was already prepared for this. She decided to stay with her son in the hospital every day and call him every day. She believed that she would be able to wake her son up.
I’m so tired! I can’t sleep. My son is agitated today. What if something happens later in the night? Lan Xiao is also under a lot of pressure recently. I won’t tell him for now. I’ll just stay here tonight.
Rubbing his stiff cheeks, Nan Cheng forced himself to become more awake and sit up straight.
However, this process did not last too long. She was really exhausted, especially mentally. After a while, she couldn't resist her body's self-protection, so she leaned against the wall and fell asleep.
What she didn't realize was that while she was sleeping, a silver figure suddenly appeared silently in the intensive care room.
He had medium-long blue hair hanging loosely behind his head, and the moment he entered the intensive care unit, all monitoring systems failed. It was as if he had a special magnetic field on his body.
Tang Le stood blankly in front of the bed. In fact, even he himself didn't understand why he was here.
While he was singing earlier, there seemed to be a special force that led him here. And when he came here, he saw the child lying on the bed in front of him.
The handsome face is a little pale, and he has short black hair. Lan Xuanyu, who is lying there, looks particularly quiet. He has various instruments inserted into his body. He looks so fragile.
However, when Tang Le saw him, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if there was some invisible connection between this child and him. [Update soon]
He actually looked a little familiar. Why did he feel familiar? This was obviously the first time he saw this child.
Tang Le's eyes were a little dull, but he was completely sure that it was really familiar.
He subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched the little man's cheek. The little face was a little cold, but the moment he touched the little face, Tang Le's heart suddenly trembled.
It was as if a stone had been thrown into the lake of my heart that had always been calm and confused, causing ripples to appear. It seemed that the softest place had been touched instantly.
Is he sick? Tang Le's heart felt inexplicably painful. He gently put his hand on Lan Xuanyu's forehead. A faint golden halo slowly spread from his palm and soaked into Lan Xuanyu's forehead.
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After a moment, Tang Le frowned slightly. He felt the vortex in Lan Xuanyu's body, and also felt his deep sleep state at this time. After thinking for a while, he pressed his hands on Lan Xuanyu's forehead and lower abdomen respectively.
A soft golden halo instantly enveloped his body.
Lan Xuanyu's body temperature began to gradually rise, and gradually, a layer of faint golden lines appeared on the surface of his skin, trembling slightly.
In Tang Le's eyes, golden light flickered, and a majestic aura emerged. The gold and silver energy that was originally agitated in Lan Xuanyu's body shrank in this majesty.
After a long while, Tang Le's hands began to tap Lan Xuanyu's body like rain hitting banana trees. With each tap, Lan Xuanyu would tremble slightly.
When Tang Le finally retracted his hands, there was a look of thought in his eyes, and he seemed to be a little more confused. With a wave of his right hand, a soft golden light poured into Lan Xuanyu's body. Suddenly, Lan Xuanyu's palms were in the palm of his hand.
, two bluesilver grasses grew up.
Golden-grained bluesilver grass and silver-grained bluesilver grass.
The moment he saw the Blue Silver Grass, Tang Le felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. His whole body shook violently. He subconsciously raised his hands, and two crystal clear vines with blue-gold halos also emerged from his palms.
Got out of it.
This, this is...
"Didi, didi, didi!" At this moment, the soul communicator on his wrist suddenly sounded violently.
Tang Le frowned slightly. During the high-speed flight, the communicator could not receive the signal. Now he came to Ziluo City and stabilized it, and then he could communicate.
"Qing Ling, what's wrong?" Tang Le asked calmly.
"What's wrong? You're still asking me what's wrong? Are you crazy? There are 20,000 fans at the scene. Do you have any sense of responsibility? What happened to you? Where did you go? Come back quickly
, just fly back to me, otherwise the situation will be out of control and you will be finished, do you know?" Le Qingling's roar made Tang Le unconsciously pull the soul communicator away from him
A little further away, frowning slightly.
"Yeah. Got it."
"What do you mean you know? When will you come back? I told the fans that you wanted to give them a surprise, and they calmed down. It's been almost half an hour. If you don't come back, it will really be over!"
"Got it." Tang Le hung up the communication.
He took a deep look at Lan Xuanyu who was lying on the bed, and then gently touched his pink cheek. The golden light flashed and disappeared into his room.
Tianluo City.
It’s been half an hour, it’s been more than half an hour. Where’s the surprise? Where’s the surprise?
The restlessness of the fans has reappeared, and more importantly, now Tang Le is not even a trace. But the organizer is still very adaptable. They have just distributed bread and water to all the fans. This night, there is food and drink.
It always takes a while. Only then did the fans' emotions stabilize a lot.
However, this bread and water have to be eaten at some point! Now the fans are starting to get more and more anxious.
"How long do we have to wait?"
"Organizer, give us an explanation. Where is Mr. Le? Where is Mr. Le?"
"That's right, please let Mr. Le come out! We bought the tickets. We haven't even finished singing a song yet! We should have sung "Nian" at least three times. What is this called now!"