[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan turned the steering wheel violently, and with the screeching sound of brakes, the car stopped on the side of the road.His heart was pounding violently, he turned his head and almost stared at the two with sharp eyes, "Brother Ming, Brother Ming, aren't you acting? The dead person is really Ouyang Fan?"

He Qianming was furious, and raised his head from Tang Dao's shoulder, "I'm fucking sick, why lie to you at this time?"

Qi Yan thought the same, took a deep breath and calmed down, "Is there no one else in the room? Has anyone seen you?"

He Qianming calmed down when he was led by his cold voice, "No. But people must not be killed with a knife, and he is rarely drunk like this."

Tang Dao was completely dizzy, and fell asleep in He Qianming's arms, which made Qi Yan feel envious.He turned on the lights in the car, looked at He Qianming seriously, "Call the police."

"No!" He Qianming objected immediately, "Drive, proceed as planned."

"Brother Ming!"

"Drive!" He Qianming roared angrily, causing Tang Dao to snort softly.

Qi Yan sighed inwardly, and restarted the car.He drove all the way to the suburbs, and He Qianming got out of the car. He had hidden an SUV here, and now he drove out again, and the two carried Tang Dao into the car together.

The surroundings were dark, as cold and lonely as the end of the world.He Qianming hugged Qi Yan tightly, and patted him on the back, "The blood must be cleaned up."

Qi Yan nodded, "Don't worry, Brother Ming, be careful."

He Qianming said: "It's okay, I'll bring him back after the treatment."

He got into the car and disappeared into the gradually brightening morning light.

After Qi Yan watched He Qianming's SUV disappear, he turned around and saw the mottled blood on the back seat, but he was very calm.He can even analyze the situation rationally enough.

What would have happened if He Qianming hadn't happened to take Tang Dao away last night?

Some staff of the club will open the door and see Ouyang Fan's body in the room, as well as Tang Dao who is still drunk.Tang Dao will definitely be arrested as the prime suspect.

Tang Yue was eliminating them one by one, first Yao Meilan, then Tang Dao, and then...

Qi Yan took a deep breath, drove out those chilling thoughts, and seized the time to flip through the museum encyclopedia attached to the system.Sure enough, he found a suitable prop——

Secondary Consumable Recipe: Incense of Forgotten

Function: eliminate all traces within 24 hours

Costs 20 energy points.

Qi Yan sighed, "Messiah 2.0, without you, I might have been arrested." He followed the recipe and started throwing raw materials into the microwave oven to synthesize them, and then took out a few stone-green cone incense blocks and lit them .

The faint aroma of absinthe wormwood permeated the car, calming Qi Yan's last irritability.

When the spices were about to burn out, the blood stains on the leather chairs and car doors became lighter and lighter until finally they disappeared without a trace.

At this time, a string of beautiful golden sparks suddenly burst out from the task panel. Qi Yan clicked to look at it, and found that the main task had been refreshed: Main task ([-]): Blade task description: Synthesize the holy sword of Nightingale.

Level [-] Equipable Formula: Nightingale's Holy Sword, obtained after completing the White Castle series of quests.

Qi Yan looked down for a while, but couldn't find a solution for the time being, so he had to drive back to the city in a car that had eliminated all traces of the murder.

When Tang Dao woke up, he had a splitting headache.Not far away, the gentle undulating sound of the tide, like a gentle palm that heals all things, gently caresses the scarred nerves.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the orange and warm light illuminated the quiet room.

The door opened suddenly, and the slender handsome guy came in with a tray, helped him up, and fed him warm kumquat honey tea.

Tang Dao sat quietly on the pile of soft pillows, holding He Qianming's hand, and drank it one gulp at a time.The sweet and refreshing liquid moisturized his chapped lips. After he drank a whole glass, he said slowly and hoarsely, "Am I very useless?"

He Qianming remained expressionless, "Yes."

Tang Dao curled up his lips with difficulty, and his smile was uglier than crying. He couldn't save his mother, he couldn't even avenge his mother, but was almost framed as a murderer.He doesn't even know how to fight back.

He Qianming didn't give him a chance to escape, he raised his hand to hold Tang Dao on the back of the head, and stared straight at him, "Aside from drinking and resenting, giving up on yourself, what else have you done? There is someone who is more sad than you when Aunt Yao passed away, and who needs relatives more Support, but where are you?"

Tang Dao was speechless, and roughly knocked off He Qianming's hand, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed that it would break at any moment, "What do you know!"

He Qianming cooperated and let go, "I really don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing what a cowardly and incompetent person is thinking." He got up, and opened the closet with a clatter. Various types of whips, and other more frightening props.

Tang Dao stared at those erotic props with wide eyes, subconsciously shrunk towards the head of the bed, and even his voice trembled, "You, what are you going to do?"

He Qianming picked out a collar with brass bells and held it in his hand. Following his movements, the tinkling sound was clear and sweet. He bent down slowly and surely, pressed on Tang Dao, and put the collar on him. "Heal you."

Tang Dao roared angrily, and punched He Qianming in the face. The latter firmly grabbed his wrist, twisted his backhand, and handcuffed both hands behind his back.

The man's hot and soft tongue licked back and forth on his burning ears, his voice was low and hoarse, "I will let you get rid of alcohol anesthesia, forget all despair and grief, knife, I want you to only remember me and what I gave climax."

Tang Dao's skin was numb and hot from his licking, and his blood boiled uncontrollably. He buried his head in the pillow, tried to dodge, and cursed through gritted teeth: "You are crazy!"

He Qianming smiled, and there was a certain kind of determination in his eyes, which was so deep that it made one's heart palpitate.He tore Tang Dao's clothes forcefully.

"Ah-choo!" Qi Yan covered his face, took out a tissue and carefully wiped his nose, "Sorry."

Andy took the big brush, and continued to apply the setting powder after he finished wiping, "Has Xiao Yan caught a cold? You're so careless, it's cold, you need to pay attention to maintenance, ask your girlfriend to make soup or something, do you have a girlfriend? No The boyfriend is fine too. It’s windy today, so you should wear more clothes.”

He kept rambling on, so Qi Yan could only smile and nod his head, worrying all over his heart, what should he do when Teacher He comes back?

The headlines all over the city were carrying the same news. After Tang Yunhua's wife was killed, his second son, Tang Dao, also disappeared.Witnesses saw Tang Dao clash with his brother Tang Yue's special assistant Ouyang Fan, and the two finally appeared near a club at the same time.

Later, Ouyang Fan died, and Tang Dao disappeared completely.

The bizarre case was hyped up, and some people even speculated that Tang Dao killed someone and absconded in fear of crime.

Tang Yunhua was hit repeatedly, his health deteriorated, and he was admitted to a nursing home, leaving behind his eldest son Tang Yue, who returned to the Tang Group to take charge of the overall situation.

All these boiling rumors concealed the existence of He Qianming.He was busy with the finishing touches of the filming, and at the same time insisted on going to Tang Dao for "treatment" every day, so he was too busy to answer Qi Yan's call.

So he only knew that the two of them were fine for the time being.

But can these things be hidden from He Qianqiu?

The final hosts of "One Hour Miracle" are him and Shen Lan.Although Shen Lan is also an artist of Shenlong Entertainment, she has always acted in a well-behaved manner. Although she is not as high-profile as Qu Hai, her style of hosting shows and filming is very stable.

Today's task is to shoot on location. They have to lead their own teams to intercept passers-by on the commercial street and persuade each other to come to the show.

After finishing makeup, Qi Yan stood up and walked out of the dressing room. The costume designer picked out the latest ivory-colored self-regulating camel hair trench coat from White Castle, paired with a silver-gray cashmere sweater, and the Scottish check scarf added color to the gray and white, adding the finishing touch In general, it makes the young man's eyebrows look picturesque.

Shen Lan smiled softly, giving off a warm and humble feeling, the so-called warm man.The two of them drew lots with the other four artists, and then began to separate to attract passers-by.

Although Qi Yan was hosting an entertainment program for the first time, firstly, it was a recording, and if he made a mistake, he could do it all over again; secondly, he had learned from Senior Xiang Yu, so he was not too nervous.

But it was the first time to strike up a conversation with someone on the street like this, Qi Yan did some mental training, found a young girl who seemed to be more talkative, and then said: "Excuse me, can I ask you a favor? "

The girl turned her head and saw Qi Yan, her eyes sparkled immediately, and she jumped up on the spot with her arms around Qi Yan, "Ah—Qi Yan! I am willing!! I am willing to do anything for you!"

Not to be outdone, her female companion embraced Qi Yan's other arm, flushed with excitement and shouted, "I want me too, Qi Yan, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

Qi Yan conditioned reflex: "Give me an iMac, I just want to change my computer..."

The girls laughed and shouted together: "No problem! Whatever you want will be born to you!"

More people ran over from a distance, shouting Qi Yan's name, which frightened the patrolmen and security guards, thinking that something had happened, and dispatched collectively.

Qi Yan was ashamed, and the cameraman and assistants were also a little at a loss, and the accompanying assistant director shouted: "Run!"

A group of people desperately broke free from the siege of fans, and ran back to the basement that was temporarily used as a studio, hiding and not daring to come out.

Qi Yan was the worst, the buttons of his clothes were torn to pieces, the scarf was gone, his carefully blown hair was messed up like a bird's nest, his whole body seemed to have been ravaged, he just bent down, gasping for breath with his knees on his back, his expression still Still in shock, "Okay, so scary."

Both the film crew and himself underestimated the fans' enthusiasm and the singer's popularity.Qi Yan is used to wearing the nameless Zheng clothes when he goes out, because he is so comfortable that sometimes he almost forgets that he is a star.Now suddenly being chased and intercepted by fans is simply flattering.

The rest of the artists didn't have this kind of experience, and they finished filming the location smoothly.

What to do now?

Qi Yan asked the assistant director with mixed joy and worry, but the assistant director scratched his head, not daring to make a decision by himself.

Fortunately, the director called from the monitoring car, and he made a final decision: "I'm looking for you."

So Qi Yan relied on the security guards to clear the venue, and reached an agreement with the extras who pretended to be passers-by to participate in the show.

After finishing shooting today's location, he took off his make-up, and happened to see Shen Lan and four other people getting together to say something, and he also approached with a smile, "Would you like to have dinner together? How about Jade Chef? I treat you!"

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere, but Shen Lan broke the silence with a smile first, "No, I have something to do today, let's do it another day."

The five talking and laughing young men and women each found an excuse to disperse, leaving only Qi Yan in the middle of the dressing room.A faint cold snort came over: "Hmph, why are you so proud, it's like you can hug your thighs."

He turned his head and saw the young girl who was one of the hosts turned around with a guilty conscience and left in a hurry.

Andy was familiar with him, and at this moment, he didn't shy away from leaning forward, and sighed in a tone of voice: "The high place—it's so cold——"

Luo Yiping trembled exaggeratedly at the side: "Enough is enough, just your little ink, don't be ashamed."

Andy arrogantly snorted coldly: "I'm not wrong!"

Qi Yan smiled, "Let's go, Chef Jade, I'm treating you."

Andy cheered, and walked away with Qi Yanluo Yiping with a few acquaintances.

The entertainment headline that night was naturally that Qi Yanlu met a fan, was chased and intercepted, and lost his clothes buttons and scarf.His popularity is close to that of first-line stars, which inevitably arouses envy.

Once Qi Yan figured it out, it didn't matter.

When he returned home, Qi Yan was in a low mood, wearing sunglasses to block his sight.Luo Yiping comforted him while driving, but Qi Yan didn't speak.

In fact, he didn't mind those things anymore, because he had more important things to worry about.

He looked down at He Qianqiu's message on the phone: I'm back.

Showdown.He thought, it was too lonely to keep a secret by himself.