Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 580 Courtesan vs. Showgirl (33)

"Thousands of words have not been said, where is the Sri Lankan going..."

"I didn't say a word of treasure, Sri Lankan..."

Xiong Xiyun was ecstatically playing the high-pitched voice. At the same time, the severe pain in her chest hit her again. Not only did she break her voice, but her body was also a little shaky. She could only stand by holding on to the microphone.

This sharp breaking sound attracted everyone's attention. You must know that this is the first time Xuelian made a singing mistake since her debut.

She has always been the most perfect queen of sweet songs in the high society in Anhai, but today she sat down in the center of the stage with a pale face, her right hand tightly clutching her chest.

"Miss Xuelian, what's wrong!"

"Miss Xuelian is not feeling well, your face is so pale!"

"Call the doctor, call the doctor!"

Xiong Xiyun's fans shouted loudly, and the dance hall was in chaos.

Xiong Xiyun on the stage took care of her increasingly depressed breath, not to mention the sudden internal injury, she had another bad premonition.

"what's up?"

The chaotic crowd broke apart, Hong Qiye led the people onto the stage, and asked Xiong Xiyun to help him up.

"Xuelian, what's wrong with you?"

"Qiye...I'm fine, maybe I haven't had a good rest recently, and I'm a little weak."

When Xiong Xiyun opened her mouth, not only Hong Qiye and the others, but even she herself was shocked.

Why did her voice, which was as clear and melodious as a bird's song, suddenly become low and hoarse, so dry that it was difficult to speak? !
"What's wrong with your throat?!" Hong Qiye asked, holding Xuelian's shoulder vigorously.

This voice is the cash cow of his Baihuimen, how can it become more permeable than the old dead tree!
"I, I don't know..." Xiong Xiyun shook her head in panic, she really didn't know.

It was fine just now, you can still sing, can't you?
"Go and call Dr. Bai!" Hong Qiye yelled.

Not long after, Bai Wanru rushed up to the stage carrying her medical kit to check on Xiong Xiyun.

She first took Xiong Xiyun's pulse, and after a while, her pupils constricted, and she looked at Xiong Xiyun, who was in pain, with an expression of disbelief.

This, it's impossible... Bai Wanru paused, took out the western-style stethoscope, and put it on Xiong Xiyun's back. The more she listened, the more shocked she became.

"What's up with her?"

Seeing Bai Wanru's ugly face, Hong Qiye asked worriedly.

"...Qiye, Miss Xuelian probably didn't sleep well, and she has low blood sugar. I think the performance should be interrupted. She needs to rest immediately."

After finishing speaking, Bai Wanru instantly winked at Hong Qiye.

Hong Qiye frowned slightly, and nodded after a while: "Okay, send her down."

Just when Hong Qiye's men carried Xiong Xiyun off the stage, Kuang Xin, who was dozing off, moved her fingers slightly, and the trace of aura she had planted in Xiong Xiyun's body began to surge wildly.

How could Xiong Xiyun stand such pain and torture, "Wow", spit out blood.

This encounter frightened everyone present even more, and there were several guests with more complicated and worried expressions in the crowd. They looked at each other, but they could only resist the urge to rush to save others, and watched helplessly. Hong Qiye took Xiong Xiyun away.

It was this moment of deception that allowed another wave of people hiding in the dark to confirm their true identities.

After going through this experience, the performance could no longer continue. While the guests were whispering to each other, Kuang Xin quietly followed behind Hong Qiye and his party.

Another person came up behind him in an instant, and Kuang said in a low voice, "How is it?"

A deep and magnetic voice leaned against her ear: "All locked."

"How can you thank me?" Kuang Xin chuckled.

"Well... Ouyang has no money or power, so he has such a stinky skin. If Ms. Lu doesn't mind..."

"roll."

(End of this chapter)