Trafford’s Trading Club

When Yunight returns, he sees Tai Yin staring all around him. If he gives a knife, what kind of a stand would it be?

Of course, it's like a dragon set with no name, but an extraordinarily hard-working four-point guard with a knife.

“Master. ”

“Coming back.” Rochu nodded, "haven't you been in any trouble? ”

The maid approached her and said softly: “It's a monster with good strength. It should be just a curiosity offender. It means nothing. I already warned each other. Master, can we do this? ”

“Just do what you want.” Rochu laughed and suddenly waved his clothes on Yunight's shoulder and twisted something.

“This is…” Unight frowned and she loved it clean and spotless.

“Looks like a fur.” Rochu waved again and swept gently over the maid's shoulder, "the monster must have left it behind. ”

“Master, Yunight was too careless this time.” Somehow, for the first time ever, the maid had a self-reproaching look on her face.

“As you said, it's a pretty good monster, and it's normal to have a few unnoticed little tactics. ”

Lo Qiu smiled and stretched out his hand to erase the slight wrinkles on Yunight's eyebrows, “The systems of the East and the West are different, our sources of power and all systems are even different, and it's not strange that we don't notice them once and a half. ”

Lochu measured the short hair on his hand… the golden yellow hair, probably only half a finger long. Boss Luo suddenly opened his palm and let the hair lie flat in his palm.

Suddenly, it automatically broke into numerous small pieces, fine as dust, breathed a breath and disappeared completely.

“It's like a lion doesn't pay much attention to an ant crawling on the ground.” Lo Qiu said softly, suddenly smiling and watching Yu Night, "no need to blame yourself. But it's okay to be upset, because it's gonna look cuter, and I've never seen it before. ”

Yu nodded, but instantly she regained the club's almost all-powerful maid look.

“Let's watch the show.” Lochu looked over the stage of the dance floor and saw two young men holding their instruments in their hands, waving their hands and walking out from behind the stage.

Without saying anything, the musical sounds are already remembered. As a guitar player, the solo of the individual began in the first place. The fingers are like riveting engines on the strings, making the sound effect improve again.

After the last sip of ‘Gin-Fizz', Rochu suddenly said: "Too shady, now that you've found the Golden Lord, go to work. ”

“The path… the path knows.” Too shady to nod his head.

……

……

Some say this country's rock 'n' roll dead. Some say it's still there.

For Cheng, of course, it's still there. For those who like it, it's still there.

But undeniably, no matter how many voices say it's still there, the number of people who like it is decreasing, and the number of people who know it is decreasing.

In this case, it may be true that the rock musicians are badly stabbed... hard to hear, all sorts of arguments, but ultimately pale and powerless to deal with the mainstream public.

They have either spoken in some forums or killed a bloody road to bring it to all kinds of big arenas at once.

But, in this country of 140,000 people, they are still too few.

Will this country one day recreate what rock and roll fires were all over the north and south of the Great River decades ago?

After all, there are too few successful people on this road. Without the beauty of the world, no idol pie can quickly go red. Without the strong backstage of the Golden Master, only tens of thousands of people can earn the same stage. Without hard strength, only full of blood can only...

Only in places like this.

It is true that the stage is unusually lively… but it is not because of the music of the moment, but because of the alcohol that is already in the mind and the beauty that is desired by the surroundings.

Cheng Yan's fingers got faster and faster, but he gradually felt his fingers ache and numbness. At the beginning of the guitar, you will often feel numbness in your fingers, which is far less painful than at this moment.

Everything he spelled out played out was just a tool for the people here… to bake the atmosphere.

The music plays again, but nobody sees him.

This is not what he wanted... as if there was a voice in his ear that said softly: Is this what you want?

Is that his own voice? Or someone else's voice?

Cheng suddenly couldn't hear the noise underneath the stage.

He suddenly lost his hearing, a beeping voice circled in his mind, unable to swing, becoming more and more grumpy, and took his pride to hold on to him, and stabbed him in the ground, no more.

Cheng also echoed, under a huge breaking sound. Lots of audio is placed underneath the stage, as a thrilling beep is repeated over and over.

Cheng also looked under the stage in surprise and fear. Those who did not look at his so-called ‘audience’ looked at him in dismay.

Cheng also looked subconsciously at his hands, at the electric guitar he was wearing... at the string that had been broken by his madness and numbness.

He broke the string. He broke the string.

Cheng also moved his lips slightly, seemed to want to say something, but at this moment he suddenly felt a fear and panic.

He was overwhelmed and his body retreated almost instinctively step by step.

When Hung Guan next to him saw the situation, he quickly moved the electric bass hanging from his body and started the rescue field.

“It's not what I want.” He whispered.

“It's not what I want.” He whispered.

“This is not what I want!!” Suddenly he yelled.

Boo--!

He suddenly untied the electric guitar hanging from his body and fell heavily onto the stage, turning around and rushing out of the stage, leaving only a flash of surprise and confusion, as well as the sigh of Hung Crown.

……

Cheng also kept watering his face with his hands, right in the bathroom of this nightclub.

He had already completely wet his face and his hair... he was just doing this subconsciously... perhaps because Hung Guan had said it.

Let him calm down, be it fire or something.

Cheng also raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair made the water stick together and slapped it on his face. Undoubtedly, even he himself could feel this face in the mirror, a complete loser.

Lean against the wall, let your body slide down naturally, let your hands fall naturally, touch the cold floor and lower your head, Cheng likewise let himself sit, the brain blank again.

Suddenly, he stretched his neck hard and threw one of the necklaces inside: a metal brand necklace down hard and out hard.

Cheng suddenly laughed, perhaps laughing at himself... He stood up and left the bathroom like a lost soul. All the way to the floor, water on his face and hair dripped, all the way up the stairs, and finally came to the roof of the building.

Cheng also moved to a place where he felt he could end.

Standing on the edge, looking down the street, Cheng also opened his hands, closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

“What a shame to die like that. ”

The sound was incredibly clear, and Cheng opened his eyes unconsciously.

And it's still ringing: "If you're not going to want this life anymore, why don't you use it for something else? ”

“Who's here? ”

Cheng also didn't see any body, only heard this strange sound.

“Would you like it if I said that your soul could be used in exchange for your success? ”

“Who's here!!! ”

“You are here, only you… and you who can make your wishes come true. ”

And the voice gets a little thicker, "Come on... if you want, you can make your wish come true, and maybe even you can conquer the world with your music. Come on...”

“Come... come with me...”

As if attracted by something, Cheng also began to move away from the edge of the area... he still couldn't see any shadow other than himself.

But he seemed to know where to go, walked down the stairs step by step, and came to the door of a box at the club.

Likewise, Cheng pushed open the door, and the inside was dim. Without turning on the light, he could only see that there seemed to be two shadows.

Sit together, stand together.