Chapter 89 Shocking Songs

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 89 Shocking Songs

"Bang!"

"ah!"

“Doududududu…”

Behind Tang Ze, Xingchuanhui, who was sitting in the car, first watched the battle nervously, slowly calmed down, slowly bored, looked left and right, and could only grab the drink that Tang Ze stuffed him into the subway and sucked it.

It seems that Tang Ze's strength is completely crushing. Just looking at him, tentacles flying around, and the holy light shining, strange... the spirit behind him can feel that he is really unilaterally abused the food.

After watching for another two minutes, Xingchuanhui felt a little reluctant.

This is a terrible fight...

A set of movements was fancy, and before he could see clearly what he was doing, Tang Ze had already kicked on the other party's head, and said a few words with a gun. Then he flipped back and jumped back to his original position.

End, I changed my direction and stepped on my head...

Rather than saying that he is fighting, he is fighting rice cakes. If there is no personal grudge, Xingchuan Hui would not believe it.

"Hu——" After a torture, he finally knocked Tatsuya Kimura back into the human form. Tang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with a refreshing spirit, and returned the samurai sword in his hand to the sheath.

Taku Kimura, who was beaten to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Tang Ze, and crawled a little further back.

"Is it still doing this, is it still arrogant, is it still smelly?" Tang Ze squatted down and patted Tatsuya Kimura in the face with a scabbard, "You just rely on the fact that people like you, it's so folk in Mikacho

In a simple place, if you can tolerate you until today, she will have a good temper.”

Shadow Tatsuguchi was also sobbing, not sure whether he was scolded or cried in pain. Zhou Zheng's handsome face was covered with snot and tears, and his dark murmurs in his mouth could not be heard.

"I'm for your own good." Tang Ze looked bitter and patted his swollen face, "Speak well and apologize to others. Maybe he can still get along. In Mikacho, he can still get married.

, You have a bad mouth, you die very early."

Hiroshi Xingchuan, who was protruding his head behind, couldn't help but suck a big mouthful of juice and choked twice.

"Why, what am I wrong?" Hearing this movement, Tang Ze let go of the shadow that began to dissipate, and slowly turned around and looked at Xingchuanhui in the car.

Hidekawa looked at the knife that was stained with Takuya Kimura's nose and tears in his hand, and nodded obediently: "No, I mean he should thank you."

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows, grabbed the "Secret Treasure Bud" floating in the air, stuffed the light ball and the dirty samurai sword into the prop bar, put the scarf into it, and walked back to the car.

"Yes." Tang Ze leaned towards the co-pilot, "He should thank me well, and extend his life for him once and for all."

Xingchuanhui's eyebrows hopped twice, but in the end he didn't dare to say what he was in his heart.

Tang Ze himself did not notice that he was more sexy than usual, more unrestrained, and closer to his true self-identity. Some of the complaints that he usually only complains in his heart will blurt out here.

Xingchuan Hui saw it very clearly that in this world, Tang Ze should be more relaxed and unscrupulous, and his emotions will be higher than usual.

It would be better not to mess with him. It would be a bad feeling when I was punched twice at the moment.

So Xingchuanhui just held the steering wheel honestly: "If the task is completed in this way? Where will you go next? Will you go back directly?"

"The main task has indeed been completed." Tang Ze comfortably stretched out his waist and back, curled up in his seat like a cat, and pointed his thumb back, "Go out and go down the floor."

After finally having a driver, he said he had to walk deeper into the depths.

Without the Holy Grail, what would be the bottom of the impression space of this world?

Tang Ze was really curious.

———

In the KTV over there, things are gradually getting out of control.

Because Tatsuki Kimura, who was so excited about drinking, also advised Conan to give a song, and boasted over his own ability: "I am a professional singer, you can't sing what I can guide you. It's okay, today is a happy day, come here.

First!”

Conan hesitatedly glanced at Ran Mori's encouraging smile, and took the microphone with a tough bullet.

He really doesn't know how to sing... If he really lets him sing, it sounds so similar to when he was a child, would Xiaolan doubt it...

"Come on, little brother." The drummer Katsuki Yamada followed and sat in front of the song ordering machine. He flipped the page without hesitation, "I can't sing anything else, I can sing children's songs, I'll find it for you...

Little Star, this one will definitely do it!”

Conan looked at the lyrics prompts appearing on the screen, and felt a little excited again.

In fact, he likes music quite a lot. He has listened to a lot of classical pop music since he was a child, and occasionally he can hang his voice. Unfortunately, his ears and vocal cords seem to cooperate well...

Since everyone says it's OK, let's give it a try.

Thinking of this, he raised his microphone and sang the first sentence.

"Shirts and shines--"

This sentence is heart-wrenching and shocking.

The noise in the entire private room disappeared.

Originally, Ran Maori was very caring like a qualified homestay parent. He took out his mobile phone and pressed the video. He wanted to record some clips of Conan singing and sent it back to Ms. Fumiyo Edo Kawa. He was shocked by the throat and raised his hand with his cell phone.

They all started to wander.

The picture in the camera was shaken and distorted and blurred in an instant, which matched the recorded songs, and it felt like the beauty that would lose san after watching it.

Suzuki Sonoko took a breath and reflexively tried to raise her hand to cover her ears.

Tatsuya Kimura, who proposed Conan's singing, and Katsuki Yamada, who ordered the song, both froze in the air.

In the end, the agent had rich experience in the accident. Terahara Mari slapped on the console quickly. Conan's magical singing disappeared, and the childish and cute original singer played it out.

"Hu——" At the same time, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, cough cough cough..." Kimura Tatsuya, who had a bad idea, was awakened by the wine. He rubbed his ears with some embarrassment and whispered to Ran Maori and asked, "Where is your child going to school now? In school

Is there no music class?"

Ran Maori ended the video with his hands trembling and smiled awkwardly: "Well... this... we just knew about it..."

Conan's singing was a little too ugly. The last time he heard such a shocking voice, Shinichi was still...

Um?

Ran Maori frowned suspiciously.

Seeing Tatsuya Kimura approaching and talking to Ran Maori, the jealous king immediately didn't care about his vocal career. He put the microphone on, ran to the sofa in two steps, and sat next to Ran Maori.

Ran Mori looked at his movements and thought hesitantly.

It's really like Shinichi... Is it because she hasn't seen Shinichi for too long, and she has a strange illusion because of her longing?

Seeing Conan leave the microphone, the few people breathed a sigh of relief.

Suzuki Yuanko looked ahead blankly, obviously shocked by the singing. Terahara Mari couldn't help but feel sorry for the band's several kings of the band.

What is wrong with suggesting? Do you have to let others sing? Children say they don’t know much.

She pushed Yamada Katsuki away from the song ordering machine and took the initiative to say, "Let's order a few 'Rex' songs. Both of them are fans of the band. It's rare to come to our celebration banquet. Let Dada give you the same.

Sing one. Which of our works do you prefer?”

Ran Maori was fighting for thoughts and had no time to listen to what she said. Suzuki Yuanko's eyes lit up and raised her hand and suggested, "Just "The Goddess Stained by Blood"! I started after listening to this song.

Those who follow the band are really amazing!”

"Okay, that's all." Terahara Mari turned around, calmed down, and took out the song from the music library and put it into the list to be played.

This was originally a song she wanted to order for Tatsuya...

So, this is the arrangement of fate.

Feeling his eyes began to sore and Mari Terahara smiled self-deprecatingly.

She has made up her mind to destroy this bad man who has trampled on her for too long. Now, she is going to cry for it again. She is such a hypocritical person.

She hugged her coat and looked at the "Little Star" that was played to the end on the screen.

When Suzuki Yuanko saw that she suddenly looked lonely, she didn't know what sad things she had touched, she felt a little embarrassed.

Could it be that Tatsuki Kimura also hates such fan requests? Otherwise...

Before Suzuki Sonoko could refuse, the prelude to the next song had already sounded.

The familiar melody brought the attention of the band and the others.

The guitarist with exaggerated bangs smiled and patted Tatsuya Kimura on the shoulder: "It's this song, Tatsuya, go!"

The alcoholic smell slowly surged, and Tatsuki Kimura shook his head and stood up with a smile: "It's really good, this song... Listen to it more, everyone, I won't have a chance to hear it again in the future, 'Rex'

There is not much future left.”

As he spoke the lines filled with flags, Tatsuki Kimura also pulled his coat. With everyone's surprise or sad expression, he picked up the microphone on the table and inserted it into the microphone.

He smiled and looked up to the microphone, and was about to say the hot words he would say before every performance. Then he shook his coat handsomely, and the expression on his face suddenly turned blank.

The prelude for more than twenty seconds had been played, but he did not speak up and followed the lines. The bass drum beats and accompaniment echoed in the private room, like a heartbeat after a while.

"Taya?" Guitarist Mieko Shishizaki, who was crying because Tatsuya Kimura mentioned the disbandment of the band, hurriedly wiped her eyes and raised her head strangely.

His talent in music is beyond doubt. Even if it is not a formal performance now, it has never happened before when he is time to enter the filming.

"Takaya, what's wrong with you?" The saddened Terahara Mari stood up instinctively and walked two steps closer, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

She was planning to kill the man in front of her. No, not just planning. The clothes covered with poison were now covered with Tatsuya Kimura. As long as he started performing, he would walk into death without any consciousness... But she still

Unable to control his attention and approach him, his life centered on Tatsuya Kimura for several years has made caring for him an instinct and it is hard to let go.

Tatsuya Kimura lowered his head and suddenly reached out to push the wheat frame in front of him to the ground. A harsh noise came from the microphone.

"Taya?" Terahara Mari was panicked and approached him to check his face.

As a result, before she could see the other person's expression clearly, Taku Kimura hugged him hard.
Chapter completed!