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No one expected that Luo Jiujiang would sing "Man Jianghong" to the sound of drums.
How should I put it, drums, a tinkling percussion instrument, are noisy and lively. When they are lit, they are very flammable, and when they are wild, they can even give off a certain hot color.
Just this kind of music, you can sing rock, you can sing rap, no matter how twisted your brain circuit is, everyone can accept it if you sing it majesticly, but you have to say that you sing a song full of red
?Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't accept it. A thought frantically flashed in everyone's mind: did you hit the song "The place where the angry crown leans on the railing"? How can you be so good!
If you have the ability, why don't you use the vuvuzela to play the heroic song? !
Luo Jiujiang accepted this very well. After all, he is not familiar with music works in modern society. So far, the most familiar sound effects are also the things most related to modern music. special kill".
if not? Otherwise, let him sing what? Humming the background sound of Plants vs. Zombies, and then a beatbox pea pop?
Still don't want it.
Man Jianghong's que was not too long, and Luo Jiujiang sang it quickly. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the drum stick back into the arms of the little brother who was playing, walked past the stiff and speechless crowd calmly, and spread his hands to the guy who pushed a cart full of liquor.
"How about it, is it okay?" Luo Jiujiang smiled.
The crowd seemed to have just found their voice, boiling like hot oil into water.
Some people were shocked by his three consecutive pieces of music, covered their faces and retreated to the chess and card room, and some people eagerly came up to talk to each other, asking Luo Jiujiang where he practiced these moves, and some people hurriedly He ran down the stairs, pushed and shoved the people outside, and forced his way into the crowd.
The person who squeezed in was Zheng Shu.
He really didn't expect that Luo Jiujiang would be able to attract the attention of the audience to himself as soon as he went upstairs - he is a time traveler! Are you really not afraid of being dissected? And even if this great god is not dissected, it is not good to dissect others once he is forced to do so.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Shu put on an impatient face and cursed, "What are you doing around here, brother Luo, my friend, you guys are watching a monkey show - and this car of wine, you didn't know to stop before All of a sudden? Is it your business now?"
He scolded the melon-eating crowd for a while, and they flew back and gave him numerous bahs and middle fingers. Finally, the crowd dispersed scatteredly. Zheng Shu was a little thirsty when he spoke, so he took a sip from the goblet on the trolley, and the corner of his mouth twitched and found that the wine in the crystal glass was Erguotou.
Zheng Shu: ""
Let's go, great vulgarity is great elegance, and great soil is great blessing. He, a friend with the title of "whatever you want", has done a thorough combination of Chinese and Western.
Luo Jiujiang also picked up a glass casually and took a sip.
"The cup is beautiful." He praised.
This sentence won the strange eyes of several onlookers who were still around him.
Some people quietly cast their eyes on Luo Jiujiang's fingers holding the cup. His fingers are slender and powerful, and his palm is neither thick nor thin. However, there is an obvious layer of calluses on the base of the fingers, which makes it even more difficult to see the way.
I don't know the most common goblet, but he talks calmly, and he is definitely not someone who has never seen the world; there is a layer of obvious calluses that modern people basically don't have, but the skin is smooth and firm, not blunt or scarred, Obviously not from rough work.
However, the marks on his palm were not gun calluses.
The origin is a mystery, he is a practicing family. Several people exchanged glances quietly.
Zheng Shu tried to smooth things over for him in despair: "Master, you are so joking, you haven't seen any scenes before."
Luo Jiujiang smiled and walked down his steps: "It's just a joke."
He has held knives and swords in his hands, and held priceless pearls in his palms. The two fingers holding the goblet once held a piece of blue and clear dragon scales, and they also lingered among countless rare and precious treasures.
He has seen everything in the world, and any style is worth it, but even if he has countless rare treasures, it still does not prevent him from liking this small, ordinary, cheap and mass-produced goblet.
It's like even if you can call wind and rain with a single raise of your hand, and you can tear time and space apart with a single knife, the fragile and ignorant human beings in front of you are like ants compared to him, but he still likes all of these things, like this one that has no aura and no cultivation of immortals. or?Luo Jiujiang himself was having a good time¡ªafter learning how to play the drums, he began to learn fancy bartending from a bartender, and he made a glass of rainbow colors on the spot?
Luo Jiujiang, a white crane spread its wings, and the glass of fancy cocktail smoothly flew up from the fingertips of his one arm, slid across his back and fell obediently to the fingertips of his other hand. A group of cheerleaders who brought their own around immediately applauded desperately, cheered loudly, jumped up and down and stomped their feet. If you equip them with lighting sticks, they might be able to scream "Brother Luo, I love you!"
Zheng Shu: ""
God, what talent skill is this? "In my handsome bgm, someone must fall in love with me"?
While Zheng Shu was complaining silently from the bottom of his heart, the three dancers had already dedicated themselves to the stage. The stage was very cooperatively replaced with ambiguous colored flashing lights, and the intense and hot music was also broadcast from the speakers, instantly attracting the attention of everyone who was originally surrounded by the bar.
Zheng Shu stared at Luo Jiujiang the whole time. At this moment, he was satisfied to see Luo Jiujiang's expression froze for a moment, then he turned his head quickly, shaking the cocktail in his hand, as if he was a little stiff.
Hahahahahahaha! Finally it's your turn, luckily I didn't give up! Zheng Shu excitedly found a kind of pleasure of reincarnation in the sound of whistles, thinking that to see the great god deflated once would be better than going to a bar for ten thousand years.
That must not end so easily.
Finally seeing Luo Jiujiang stunned, of course he wanted to continue to pursue the victory.
After the three neat and energetic girls finished their dance, Zheng Shu gestured to them, and pointed in the direction of Luo Jiujiang secretly.
Among a group of men with uniform gazes and respectful salutes, Luo Jiujiang, who was standing upright with his back turned, was as eye-catching as the only orange cat among a group of Chihuahuas.
The three dancers looked at each other and walked towards Luo Jiujiang together.
The three of them are not ordinary dancers! As black, white, and brown-skinned gypsies, they actually read Sun Tzu's Art of War, and knew the tactics of using troops in the ten sieges, outflanking three directions respectively!
The enemy army is advancing, and Luo Jiujiang is in danger!
Everyone held their breath and no one made a sound, waiting to see the good show on Luo Jiujiang.
However, just when the encirclement circle of the three dancers was about to form, Luo Jiujiang somehow woke up. He turned his head suddenly, and saw that he was frightened, and then quickly got out from the gap between the two of them. The gap in the road was very small, but Luo Jiujiang didn't even rub the skin of one of them.
Whistles, cheers, and the excitement of watching filled the audience in an instant.
Some people with good intentions instructed the dancers to continue to approach, and some laughed and stepped forward to help surround Luo Jiujiang.
After dodging several times, Luo Jiujiang was circled by everyone to a corner with a sofa. He roughly estimated the height of the person blocking the way with his arms outstretched in front of him - 1.88 meters. It seemed unscientific to jump directly over his head.
Seeing one left and one right, the black and white dancer girl is about to approach, Luo Jiujiang hugged the big brother in front of him without hesitation, and easily threw it on the top of his head, as if he had accepted it easily. a volleyball.
He was surrounded by the large gap in the air where the other party was thrown, then turned around again, and reached out to catch the buddy who was thrown up.
He cleared his throat, and warned in the eyes of everyone in the room, "We have three chapters, first"
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Among the crowd, there was a trembling voice, as if he had seen through his real body.
The man yelled in horror: "Youyou are Chu Yuxun?"
Zheng Shu: ""
Luo Jiujiang: "???"
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