Senicino's left hand dropped the key in an octave, and then his right hand brought out a series of confusing diatonic arpeggios.

"Everything is grilled to a stupor,

Can't see clearly the love that the suitor desires so much,

How could they all escape and disappear?

So I could only savor the first passion, stand tall and straight,

Alone under the ancient light stream.

Lily! There is the most innocent one among you,

Their lips spread nothing but sweetness,

Except for the kiss that whispers the promise of betrayal!"

Renela was smiling sweetly, her hands were slightly behind her back, her chest was trembling, and her voice processed the previous tunes very delicately. The musical notes gradually increased in intensity little by little, slowly rose to a high pitch, and then slowly weakened in the same way.

It slides down to the bass, leaving the listeners mesmerized and wanting to listen to it over and over again to taste the rich sweetness it brings.

Group after group of people broke off the bouquets in their hands, and the bloody flames on her body burned brighter.

What's the point of this music?

Fan Ning held the pen tightly and thought rapidly in his mind.

On the extended bass chord, Senesino began to hit sparkling fragmentary notes in the extremely high register of the piano.

"I have a virgin on my breast who testifies:

There are mysterious wounds left by dignified teeth...

From the usual dream, the pure waist and back ridge——

I closed my eyes, but my eyes followed it closely——

Hurry up and bloom flowers again, on the lake where you are waiting for me!

I am proud of being noisy, I want to promote the goddess for a long time,

And with the brushes and colors of idolatry,

Strip their clothes from their shadows again!"

The provocative percussion in the high register of the piano and the chromatic run in the bass create an irresistible torrent of love, as dizzying and violent as a sledgehammer swinging up and down again.

Fan Ning's figure, who was lazily leaning on the seat, suddenly sat upright.

"Poetry of Awakening"!

Naturally, it is not the original or adaptation of the first movement of "Summer Noon Dream", but Senicino's "The Delightful Sacrament" also embodies the divine color of "Miss Crimson".

Including the diatonic system built in the piano accompaniment with the skeleton of mi flat-fa-sol-la-xi-sharp do, it is also transformed from the contaminated material of "d minor major seventh chord"!

In a sense, there is some intellectual homology between the musical vocabulary of "The Delightful Sacrament" and "Poem of the Awakening," and according to Fanning's residual impression, this poetic text written by Senesino,

Many fragments and expressions come from "Original Secrets" - a taboo book involving the secret transmission of "Chi" that I seized when I was investigating the meeting point of the "Red Agate Culture Media Company" in the Northern Continent.

Fan Ning began to tap his fingers on the table while he was thinking.

"Oh, Linze's fairy,

Let us round up the changing memories!

My eyes penetrate the reeds,

Shoot at the fairy’s neck!”

The soprano's melody jumps up ten degrees, and then gradually slides down to a diminished seventh chord like a trembling moan. In such a difficult passage, Renilla not only did not fail, but she was able to do it with ease and smiled at the bewildered audience.

"As they dip their burning heat into the waves,

Throwing a roar high into the forest sky,

Then their glorious bath of wavy hair,

Hidden in the trembling of jasper and the sparkle of gems!"

The piano entered the interlude, and as soon as Renilla's singing stopped, applause broke out and lasted for eight measures.

After the applause subsided, she continued to sing, singing very briskly and melodiously, with such a brisk rhythm that even Senesino's fingers running nimbly on the keyboard could only follow step by step.

"I'm coming. Ah, I see at my feet,

Several fairies were haggard and exhausted from sorrow,

Sleeping soundly among the intertwined white arms;

I did not untie their embrace,

Instead, he snatched them away,

Run into the thicket, hated by light shadows!"

The graceful Renela was pouring out inspiration on the stage, while Fanning was thinking about and speculating on the possibilities.

He didn't think that the Pleasure Listening Club could directly accomplish anything in tonight's event, because there were not only a large number of extraordinary elites from the Special Patrol Hall and the Church, but also experts of Lucter's level, but... Renee

La's intention to win the championship was obviously part of the preparations for the follow-up secret sect plan. Some of the Special Patrol Office's actions were obviously earlier than his own. Why did he start to "be low-key" again in this matter?

Now, the most direct relationship between this matter and myself, apart from the competition with Miss Nightingale, is the issue of the contamination homology of "Poetry of Awakening".

"Musical performance is a ritual. If at the "Flower Festival" a week later, the ceremony will be hosted by Renilla and Senicino, who will adapt "The Delightful Sacrament" into orchestral music and chorus

Present it in a different way, or simply use my "Awakening Poem" as a prayer. Then with the execution of the ceremony, will the knowledge high ground I finally occupied before be discussed and dismantled by "Miss Scarlet"?

Solution, return to passivity?..."

"In that case, with the unknown mechanism of the "Auspicious Time", the inexplicable strangeness of the Southern Continent, and the struggle between Qiong and "Miss Crimson'er," might some things get out of control?..."

"It seems that I should not only strive for the championship of this famous singer competition, but also the qualification for the ritual music of the "Hana Ceremony". If I want to maintain an advantage in this pollution fight, I must also have a deeper understanding of the secret of the "pool"

dismantling research to speed up the creation progress of "Summer Noon Dream"..."

Fanning's sense of hearing was called upon more actively.

On the stage, the piano and vocals rise layer by layer, gradually pushing the thirsty artistic conception expressed in this song "The Delightful Sacrament" to a feverish stage:

"Here, the roses drain all their fragrance in the sun,

Here our play can resemble the burning day.

I adore you, virgin rage, oh joy -

Shy joy comes from the divine and naked burden!"

"They slip away and escape my burning lips,

Lips like quivering lightning! Drinking the secret trembling of flesh,

From their ruthless feet to their shy hearts,

The wet purity abandoned them all at the same time,

I don’t know whether those are passionate tears or indifferent expressions?”

The audience's desires and appetites were high, and they were holding on with their fingers in anticipation. The remaining thirty or so judges also had their faces glowing red, and they kept shouting and applauding in their hearts, and they broke off the bouquets in their hands one after another.

In fact, Senicino's piano accompaniment is not as natural and perfect as Scheler's, but has a considerable improvisational style, but its color is too dreamy and confusing, and Miss Cuckoo is full of charm, singing the melody so well

Thirst and sultry, all the remaining love and devotion were harvested into her like a sheaf of wheat.

There is no doubt that after the competition, there are quite a few people here who want to have fun and quench their thirst in a way that suits their appetite.

"When I joyfully conquer the horror of betrayal,

"My crime is to untie these goddesses,

“Inextricably entangled clumps of kisses;

"When I just want to light up a fire of laughter,

"Hidden in the sweet rising and falling waves of a goddess,

"Looking at the other with one finger at the same time,

"That innocent sister who didn't blush,

"I want my sister's passion to dye her white feathers red!"

At the end of the climax of the music, Senesino used a special appliqué + major chord playing method, allowing each oscillating color to show its unique appetite and pleasure. At this time, the audience stood up with dry mouths and listened to the music.

All the bouquets were folded down, even on the judges' bench.

The remaining light that was originally retained and waved in the hands of music fans was now concentrated on Miss Cuckoo. The dazzling red light dyed through her white dress, completely igniting the souls and desires of the audience.

"You know my passion is ripe and crimson,

Each pomegranate bursts and buzzes like a bee,

Our blood loves its captor,

Flowing and rolling for the eternal swarm of desire!”
To be continued...