Chapter 191:

It seems that it is to stir up the atmosphere of the scene, and it seems to try to make embarrassment for Vangallo to the greatest degree. .
Fans booed in disgust, and Su Fengxi walked onto the stage at this time. The sweet voice was like a golden honey that meandered and flowing, "What's wrong, don't you welcome me?"
The fans were stunned for a while, and then screamed resounding in the sky. The sentence "I love you" was thrown high into the sky like raindrops.
Su Fengxi held the microphone in one hand, and gently touched the fish-shaped necklace on the neck with the other hand, and turned to look at the big screen. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, I saw a special friend, I didn't expect that you really came. "She waved at the screen and waved at the VIP seat. The open-minded attitude convinced everyone.
"Xixi, you are the best!" The fans cheered for her from under the stage, and their hostility towards Van Gogh has turned into an obsession with idols.
Today, Su Fengxi seems to be more beautiful. She is wearing a flowing gradient dress, and the transparent tulle fabric is rendered into blue-purple, deep purple, crimson, and orange-red from the shoulder to the skirt, just like a cloud of sky. Her eyes seemed to be full of starlight, and it was amazingly bright. She stood alone on the stage, and there were not many gorgeous neon light effects around her. Only a white lamppost was enough to highlight her peerless style.
Seeing her like this, the audience on the scene was almost crazy and stood up in unison, shouting Su Fengxi's name one after another, the glow stick dancing in his hand became a residual image, and some people even burst into tears of ecstasy .
Infected by this warm atmosphere, all the stars sitting in the VIP seats also throw away the idol baggage and stand up to support Su Fengxi. Only Fangallo and the man next to him sat still in peace, looking at the stage with indifferent eyes.
The photographer's lens was aimed at the two mavericks, and a close-up of ten seconds was shot of their emotionless eyes.
The fans' enthusiasm cooled for a few seconds when they saw these two dark eyes, and then like magma rushed into the sea of ​​ice, boiling more and more. They firmly believe that Fangalo and the man next to him are in composure, but in fact they must have been frightened by Su Fengxi's powerful appeal!
"Stand up!" Jiang Gan, the international film emperor, kicked Vancalo's calf with his toes.
Van Gogh looked down at his dirty trousers and raised his eyebrows to Jiang Gan. He said slowly, "Mr. Jiang, do you remember where your wife and daughter are now?"
"I care where they go, stand up for me and cheer loudly!" Jiang Qian raised his leg to kick again, but the tip of the shoe was pierced by a cane, and the cold metal clung to his toes, making him feel A trace of belated fear. It was only then that he discovered that the crutches in Vangallo's hands were very special except for the decorations on the top, and the grounding section was also sharply polished. If he just stabbed half an inch forward, he would not be wearing leather shoes but his left foot.
"Mr. Jiang, you need to know how to behave." Van Gogh smiled politely, but his eyes were all cold. The man sitting next to him took out a sterile tissue and bent down to help him wipe the light gray stains carefully.
Jiang Qian's throat tightened for a while, and when he recovered, he realized that he was sitting down, his face as white as paper. Fortunately, Su Fengxi on the stage also pressed his hand to signal that everyone was seated, so he didn't make his loss of soul seem too abrupt.
"When I was in the circle, I never thought I would become a singer, and found what I really like to do." Su Fengxi said emotionally: "So I must thank a person, he made it today's me."
"Xixi, we should thank Van Gogh. He wanted to adjust you, but he didn't expect to send you to the throne after the song, ha ha ha!" The fans under the stage laughed wildly, and some people shouted : "What can't kill me will only make me stronger! Xixi, you are the best!"
Su Fengxi, who wanted to be sensational, couldn't help but smile, and nodded: "Yes, I have become stronger, so I must thank you very much, Mr. Fan. This concert is for you in a sense. Yes, I hope you enjoy it. "
She seemed to hold Van Gogh to the highest point, but in fact she tore off her face and dignity, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it in front of thousands of people. After so many ups and downs, she is still a popular star on the front line, and Van Gogh has already terminated the contract with the company, and the future is uncertain. It seems that the two of them have lost and won, and who is strong and weak.
"Don't you feel your face hurt? Why are you still sitting here with your face?" Jiang Qian sneered to find his face.
Van Gaal was not disturbed by his words, but gently pulled out the crutches nailed to the tip of his shoes, and his black eyes stared at Su Fengxi standing on the stage for a moment. She has shaken gracefully following the accompaniment posture at this moment, the blower blows off her skirt, let those blue, purple, red, orange tulle jump like fireworks, this scene looks like a fairy , In Van Gogh's eyes, it was full of enchantment.
It ’s only a few days since she disappeared, and she has evolved again. If she used to be a monster with a decaying body struggling in the world, now her body is almost roasted, except for her soul in blue Burning in the flames, fueling the majestic but nearly collapsed energy. She had no idea what dangerous cliff she was standing on.
Feeling the power of Su Fengxi's madly burning soul, the skull covered by Van Gogh's eyes began to get hot. It likes this kind of powerful and greedy soul, and after eating her, it will become more powerful!
Power, strength, power, all alien creatures are hungry for power, but Van Gaal in the center of the vortex hasn't even twitched his eyes. After Su Fengxi began to sing, his eyes became more focused, wrapping the skull at the top of the crutches with one hand, and gently holding the hand of Dr. Song who accompanied him with the other hand to ensure that he would not Subject to any impact.
"Although her singing is more magical, but I will not be affected. You look at these people, they have been controlled." Song Rui whispered into the young man's ear.
Fangallo looked around and saw a fascinating face. No one could keep awake in Su Fengxi's singing. Her singing was soothing, and everyone laughed and shook gently; her singing was high, and everyone stood up, screamed, and turned upside down; her singing was sad, and everyone wept and mourned.
Her voice was countless silk threads, piercing everyone's skull, shattering their thoughts, turning them into a string puppet. In the kung fu of only three songs, 100,000 people at the scene were ingested by her and became muddled. On the surface, however, they just fell in love with the song, and there was nothing unusual.
Fangalo spread the magnetic field to protect Dr. Song under the wings, because he knew that from now on, as long as Su Fengxi said a dead word, these 100,000 people would rush to tear them to pieces. Jiang Gan, Jian Ya, and others sitting around them have also been lost, their expressions look very excited, but in fact the pupils are loose. They have become empty shells.
At the same time, Zhao Wenyan, who locked himself in the study, held the gun in one hand and moved towards his temple, while the other hand slammed the barrel of the gun, trying to stop the deadly behavior. His body and consciousness seemed to be split into two, and he was in a fierce struggle. One said: "Let me die!" The other said: "No, you have to leave this life to serve the master!"
"Ah! Su Fengxi, I'm fed up with you! Let me die let me die let me die!" He had no way to fight the magic sound in his mind, only to let out a desperate roar from the depths of his soul. Mr. Zhao Guoan's anxious shouts came from outside the door, and there was faintly crying mother Zhao.
The banging of the door was getting more and more urgent, like the wailing of a death knell.
On the other side, Su Fengxi sang a fast song heartily, before he could catch his breath, he dragged a long flame-like skirt to the edge of the stage, stooped and said, "Mr. Fan, this song is mine Written specifically for you, I hope you like it. Its name is "Whale", whale whale. "
The photographer pointed the camera at the faceless Van Gogh, and the fans regained their clarity at the moment when the magic sound stopped, shouting with dissatisfaction: "What, Xixi wrote a song for you, you do n’t thank you Is it? "
There is no temperature in Van Gogh's eyes, only a little coldness. He looked up at the stage, but his pupils could not reflect the flame-like figure of Su Fengxi, only the dark night.
Su Fengxi didn't expect any response from him. He smiled and walked back to the center of the stage, holding the microphone with both hands and whispering: "A" Whale "is for you."
The audience immediately gave her back with the warmest cheers, and she was slowly taken up and down the stage, standing at the highest point of the audience. A clear long ming came from all directions, faintly mixed with the ups and downs of the ocean tide and the turbulence of the waves. A dark blue whale projected by 4D special effect lights passed over everyone's head and slowly swam to Sufeng Creek.
The fantasy scenery and mysterious, distant and vast prelude attracted fans to scream in disbelief. Even if there is no bewitching voice, the scene is shocking enough. Even the always quiet Van Gogh Luo could not help looking at this parade whale.
"This is a 4D projection, composed of lights. I will take you to the cinema someday. The effect is more realistic than this." Song Rui whispered in his ear, so he looked at Su Fengxi with a slightly surprised eye. The straight thin lips finally evoked a touch of curvature.
When the giant whale swam to his side, Su Fengxi reached out his hand and gently touched its kiss, followed by a long-distance accompaniment like Sanskrit singing slowly: "Foating sea foam, snow-like waves, you tuck Swim through the tail, the top of the mountain, the sea, the sky blue ... "
Her singing is from low to high, like a traveler climbing a mountain, and like a giant ship rushing out of the waves, revealing a sigh and vastness. As soon as he opened his voice, the fans' skin had been aroused with goose bumps, and the audience watching the live broadcast room was even more enchanted and enchanted.
What is the sound of nature, this is it!
However, Song Rui attached to Van Gollar and said: "If you leave Su Fengxi's voice behind, this song is really good."
"Yeah, it's a pity." Fangallo shook his head in regret.
The photographer has no interest in the reaction of the two, and is trying his best to capture every expression of Su Fengxi standing on the high platform. The wind swept through her skirt and hair, and the deep blue whale circulated around her with a clear hissing sound, all the beams of light, all the neon lights, all the hot eyes, all the exclamations of admiration, all in a flash Converging on her, it seems as if all the spirits in the world belong to her alone.
At this moment, she is like a monster who gathers the spirit of heaven and earth to take the essence of the sun and the moon.
When her charm was urged to the extreme by the magic sound, a loud bang came from Zhao Wenyan's study, and the bullet was still missed after all, rubbing from his forehead and scraping away a layer of flesh. His side face was covered with bright red blood, but his eyes were staring at the woman on the screen with a crazy expression, and then he knelt slowly.
Mr. Zhao Guoan, who broke into the door and rushed in, found that the grandson was still there. First of all, he was delighted to see his extremely humble gesture, but his heart fell straight.
late!
However, it was not too early or too late for Su Fengxi, just fine. After falling from the height to the bottom of the valley and struggling to climb from the bottom to the top of the mountain, she still stood on top of everyone's head. The up and down stage took her to a height of ten meters. She raised a hand and dragged the giant whale to go back and forth, chanting loudly in her mouth: "You break through from the whole world, shake, frenzy, scream! You are at the tip Xiao ... "
There is no lyrics in this entire passage. There is only one section of the ethereal sound wave that is more high-pitched than the one section, and only a stack of warm sound walls that are more than a stack of passion. Su Fengxi stepped on these sound waves, stepped on these sound walls, and almost touched the bright sky. This is the farthest time she is from the world, and the closest time she is from the seat of God.
Yes, Sagittarius, at this moment, she suddenly realized that Van Gogh and the whale are something. Only the gods are the only eternal and undefeated existence in the universe! She is already the of these fans, and in the future, she will become the of the whole world!
When she closed her eyes and immersed in this sudden but magnificent and comprehensible realization, Van Gogh finally released her hand, allowing the skull to look directly at her prey.
I see, I know, I conquer! In just an instant, its powerful and greedy thoughts condensed into a giant sword, radiated by the black pupils of the electro-optical continuous killing, and then superimposed on the sky layer by layer, Fangalo had been brewing for a long time, and was doped The malicious vast magnetic field of 100,000 people stabbed straight towards Su Fengxi.
What a terrible force is the evil thoughts of the skeleton, the evil thoughts of the double pupils, the evil thoughts of 100,000 people, and the murderous intention of Van Gogh. The deep blue whale crashed into light spots under the attack of the destructive ideology, flying wildly beside Su Fengxi, a blast of wind blew through, and rolled up her warmly flared skirt.
Layers of deep and shallow skirts wrapped her like petals, and the scene could not be described as beautiful and beautiful. However, when the skirt fell, her true appearance was broadcast on several screens by several cameras at the same time.
What is that humanoid object standing on the high platform holding the microphone! Her hair was dark and rough like autumn dry grass; dark gray skin clung tightly to a skeleton shelf, and thick black blood vessels crawled over her body, like venomous snakes. Her face was not a face, but a skull wrapped in a scorched skin, and her completely shrunken lips could not cover her black and yellow sharp teeth.
She raised her head and sang, seamlessly connecting with Su Fengxi's previous chanting, but the screams that made the eardrum hurt.
"Ah! What is this? It's a monster, it's a monster!" Seeing her true look, everyone woke up, and then cried out in horror, and some people suddenly thought of Van Gogh Zeng in the underworld. A sentence to describe Su Fengxi:
"... Your beautiful face is just a skull with burnt skin; your bright eyes have long been infected with desire and become muddy. Under the cover of the delicate skin, the thick blood vessels are flowing The already corrupt black blood; the body that supports this body to walk in the world is a pile of yellow loose bones; attached to the bones are dry muscles and declining organs. You should have died long ago, but struggled Living in the world, you are a monster that is decaying all the time. "
His description is exactly the same as the monster in front of him, without deviation!