Love Fox Yusheng

Cold water vapor filled the sky over the city, and thick fog filled the sky.

The blog is full of photos taken by citizens, and they are basically marked with descriptions such as "Silent Hill", "horror movie scene", "XX building is going to heaven".

The headlines were quickly dominated by various accidents, such as a series of car accidents due to dense fog, a person who went out for a walk at night and stepped on empty feet, the most serious thing was that all flights were delayed, the airport was crowded with delayed passengers, and there have been smashing accidents .

The police department was so overwhelmed that several police cars were involved in the crash.

The public/intellectuals shouted loudly on the Internet that the control of smog has not been achieved for several years. Everyone is the lungs of the city. If this continues, they will surely die collectively in the suffocating dust.

When Hu Yusheng and Lang Qingfeng came out of the retreat formation, they were shocked by the cold mist.

"What's going on?" Hu Yusheng rubbed his arms, "Is there any particularly old filth nearby?"

"How can any filth dare to come here?" Lang Qingfeng looked at his watch. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, only three hours before the start of the concert.

It is the time when the days are long in summer, and the sky should be very bright at this time. Looking far away at this moment, the city shrouded in mist seems to be entering the night, and the billowing clouds in the sky seem to be brewing a heavy rain.

Hu Yusheng turned on the tablet to watch the news online, and there were already a large number of fans gathered outside the nine venues. Because the sky was overcast at home, many spectators sent back live news to worry about the rain.

Langyue Ji distributed the team's official support items, free fluorescent sticks, a bottle of water, a headband with an optional name, a shiny long necklace, and some paid cultural shirts, towel sets, notebook sets, and large light signs , official commemorative posters, photo books and more.

All spectators who received free support items will get a pair of stickers as proof of admission. The staff explained very thoughtfully, please stick one of them on the forehead and one on the wrist, male left and female right.

There have been many feedbacks from the audience who arrived at the scene on the Internet, and various people in the industry and non-industry are already calculating how much money Lang Yue will lose on these things.

Every fan can say with certainty that the quality of the items is particularly good, but they have suffered from a group of small vendors who specialize in eating concert support items.

Lang Qingfeng packed up his things, and watched the screen together with him, "Tu Jingyuan sent a message just now, let us also bring the aid items and post on Weibo."

These aid items are all one-time instruments that help amplify the spiritual power. In order to get them out in time, even Renxiu was involved, and it took more than a month to get the quantity together.

Hu Yusheng took the box he handed over, and couldn't help laughing, "These two copies are obviously different, so the photo will reveal the truth?"

The sapphire-carved pendant, the crystal forehead ornament, the gold-wire wristband, and the scepter-like staff are exactly the same as the pendants, stickers, and fluorescent sticks distributed to the audience, but the materials are different, matching the temperament of the two people, in terms of width and thickness There is a little difference above.

Lang Qingfeng has already dressed up according to the instructions sent by Tu Jingyuan, "The old ghost said that it will cause a sensation if it is different, and the jewelry brand operated by the family behind can sell a batch of goods along the way."

"Selling jewelry?" Hu Yusheng was taken aback, and turned a fluorescent stick-style scepter made of rare metals in his hand, "So many people buy it?"

"It's just a design of the same series," Lang Qingfeng helped him put on the forehead ornament, and explained to him the latest chapter of the passionate years of business operations.

Unlike the outside world who have speculated about how much money Langyue Group lost in order to make the two second-generation companies popular, the actual revenue cost is calculated, and it is actually still profitable.

Although the concert tickets for the eight venues are all free, all the staff members are demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, and human cultivators. The surrounding area has basically equalized the cost of the venue.

In addition to the private product advertisements included in the publicity and distribution of the entire concert in the early stage, some Blu-rays can be sold in the later stage, which is actually profitable.

"Tsk, it's quite a way," Hu Yusheng gritted his teeth, and poked the pendant hanging on his chest, "Come on, stand over here, let's take a picture of Jiugongge."

Five minutes later, Hu Yusheng posted nine photos on Weibo, with a greeting, "Have you all received support?"

Lang Qingfeng retweeted, "Ours seems to be more beautiful." With a sideways husky pretending to be cool.

The comments below were overwhelming in an instant.

【——Oh, I was blinded, such a big gem can catch up with the heart of the ocean in the old movie.

——Keke, synthetic glass, right?The fox is picturesque, the glass is as good as the diamond, 2333333~

——Ah, where can I buy that forehead ornament?Baby wants it!

——I prefer bracelets, the patterns are so mysterious, so beautiful! ...]

"This advertisement is made by nature." Hu Yusheng found out that there are people who pay attention to jewelry in the comments of people kneeling and licking their appearance, and he couldn't help feeling relieved, "Suddenly found that the little brats are so good at making money, so I feel very safe. ah."

As an old ancestor, it seems that all he needs to do is to eat and wait to die, and the happy monster is beckoning in front of him.

Lang Qingfeng rubbed his head, "I wouldn't starve you without a brat, okay, let's go."

At 04:30 in the afternoon, two and a half hours before the opening, it took 45 minutes to drive from home to the venue. After arriving at the venue, we had dinner, changed into vestments, and calmly familiarized ourselves with the process. It was just right.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I was blocked at the intersection. A sports car turned over with four wheels upside down in the middle of the road. The front cover of the car was hit and turned upside down. The engine was smoking, the leather seats had caught fire, and the driver was hanging upside down. Being squeezed by the airbag in the driver's seat, Tick Tock was bleeding from nowhere.

The driver and bodyguard arranged by Tu Jingyuan went down to deal with it, while Lang Qingfeng and Hu Yusheng sat in the car and waited.

"Is it a normal human accident?" Hu Yusheng stared uncertainly at the smoking sports car.

All the way up this road are single-family villas, sparsely populated. Judging by the price of a sports car, it really looks like the owner here, but it is too coincidental.

No, exactly, a bad omen.For practitioners, coincidence is fate.

Lang Qingfeng held his hand, and the two of them looked at each other, "Let the driver continue to drive there, leave two puppets in the car, and let's go another way."

No matter what unknown things are premeditated, or it is simply not going well today, just change the road.

"Okay." Hu Yusheng checked the vestment and magic weapon, sent a sound transmission to the bodyguard who was trying to drag the driver out of the car accident, and disappeared with Lang Qingfeng into the dim sky.

And the two figures in the car are still sitting obediently in the back seat.

Black clouds billowed just enough to cover up the figure, Lang Qingfeng hugged Hu Yusheng's waist and shuttled through the clouds, and within a few breaths he reached the backstage of the concert venue.

Tu Jingyuan was sitting cross-legged in the dressing room resting while pinching the formula, and was taken aback by two people who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, "It's not the scheduled time yet, why did you arrive early?"

"When you see blood when you go out, you don't care about the time." Hu Yusheng sat down in front of the makeup mirror, frowned and pulled his neckline, "Did a lot of people die from last night to just now? The clouds above are full of Bloody resentment."

The teapot on the small stove gurgled, and Tu Jingyuan picked it up and poured tea for the two of them, "According to the number reported by the old guys under my hand, it is more than four times the usual amount."

Those with low cultivation levels were hidden in a safe place by her, and these were roughly calculated by the old guys.

Suicide, car accident, murder/murder, accidental death, injury due to weapon fighting, and even a rare fall on the flat road and a long umbrella in his hand to stab himself in the opposite direction, all kinds of unimaginable ways to die... …

"So there was a problem with the serial car accident we saw last night." Lang Qingfeng frowned, spreading his consciousness a little further, and countless strange voices flooded into his head immediately.

"There have been a lot more strange things in the past week than usual. Several eminent monks of human cultivation have chanted scriptures for salvation all night, but the speed of salvation is too slow." The mountain rain is about to come, and Tu Jingyuan is freed from the previous anxiety . "If it weren't for this, those people outside would not come to cooperate with Xiu."

Lang Qingfeng and Hu Yusheng have been in a state of "suffering", eager to digest the power they got, and didn't notice these small details at all.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier," Hu Yusheng nodded his forehead, "At least it gave me a solid foundation."

"I knew that I would not be more confident than I am now, and at the critical moment of the upgrade, the state of mind is very important," Lang Qingfeng took a deep breath, "We originally made this concert to gather strength in advance to improve the practitioners of the whole world." Ability, now it looks like it’s on the right track.”

The practice of preparing for a rainy day has turned into a decisive battle. The villain Boss who is looking for all over the world seems to be coming out of himself.

Tu Jingyuan took a sip of her tea, "It's also a bait in the first place, and it's nothing unusual if you get hooked."

The amazing aura is great for practitioners, and it is the same for monsters. Human cultivators can't wait to lower their heads to get a share of it, let alone monsters.

Hu Yusheng looked at this and then at that, feeling a little discouraged, "You two take one step at a time and see that one hundred steps are considered exhaustive, are you going to give other monsters a way to live?"

"You're just lazy, you won't get tired if you think too much..." Tu Jingyuan glanced at him, and her red lips parted into a sneer, "A vixen accusing someone of being too smart is simply the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life."

Lang Qingfeng couldn't help laughing, "It's fine if I arrange it. Yusheng's vitality hasn't recovered yet, so it's better to do less exercise."

"Tsk, raise a little fool," Tu Jingyuan curled her lips, "Forget it, as long as you are happy."

Hu Yusheng grinned at her, "Sister Tu, you are jealous of my easy life."