[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan felt more and more suspiciously familiar with the voice of the customer service, but no matter how wildly he guessed, he never expected that the prisoner was by his side.

That kind of very determined tone, always like digging a trap waiting for him to jump, is honestly very annoying.

Qi Yan interrupted the communication, remembering that the customer service once said that after the task is over, maybe they can meet each other.He secretly swore that when the time came, he would beat up the customer service until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Okay, so happy to decide, Qi Yan let go of these thoughts, recharged his energy, and started his world tour concert.

Before departure, he specially gave Simon two concert package tickets, including VIP seats for every subsequent concert, not even He Qianqiu.Simon was so happy that he almost blew up the phone receiver, but later he said, "Well... I'm going to accompany Brother Ru recently, he's going to have an operation..."

Qi Yan said: "Oh, then you take good care of him, you can give the ticket to someone else, but you have to confirm with the organizing committee, the ticket will be bound to the person, and you can't change the audience halfway."

Simon snorted, "Then I won't do it!"

Qi Yan added: "If you don't go any time, the vacant VIP seats will be arranged for new audiences, and they will be canceled in the future."

Simon snorted again, this time twice as loud as last time, "Brother Xiao Yan, how could you do this to me!"

Hearing that the little boy was about to cry, Qi Yan couldn't help but smile. He was in such a good mood that his tone was so gentle that Luo Yiping, who was sitting next to sorting out the documents, had goosebumps on his back, "Simon, Even though it was my concert, in order to get these two platinum package tickets, I also spent a lot of effort. I didn’t even tell Mr. He, so I secretly gave it to you. You see, although I am considered a big man now I’m a star, but there are actually many things I can’t do.” At the end, he sighed melancholy.

Simon was about to cry on the other end of the phone: "Yes, I'm sorry... Brother Xiaoyan, I was wrong, don't be sad, I will follow you to death!"

Qi Yan smiled all over his face, and raised two fingers to make a V, but his tone became severe: "What are you talking about, you are dead at such a young age, if you say that again, I will beat you up?"

Simon twitched and changed his words, basically to the extent that Qi Yan agreed to whatever he said.

After Qi Yan hung up the phone, Luo Yiping sighed, "Platinum package, he really believes in you. He didn't even tell Mr. He. Mr. He knows more than you, why should you tell? Even if there are many big stars who can't do it It’s not like you can’t even get a VIP seat for your own concert. Xiaoyan, are you fooling around too much?”

Qi Yan squinted at him while humming a little tune, "What do you know?"

Although he also felt that it was not in line with his current status as a "big star" to compete with Li Ru for a young boy's attention, but as long as he could make Li Ru unhappy, he would be happy.

So Qi Yan went abroad after happily visiting four domestic cities.

Li Ru was admitted to the hospital to recuperate before the operation. He was bored and took medicine every day, and his temper became more and more irritable due to depression.Simon also didn't see anyone all day long, sometimes he said that the school was busy with activities, sometimes he said that the monthly exam results were too bad and the teacher ordered him to make up lessons, and he used too many excuses, Li Ru inevitably became suspicious and called someone to investigate.

Simon is a child with no anti-reconnaissance skills at all. In addition, when Qi Yan went abroad, he also went abroad. Naturally, he could only ask for leave from the school, and his whereabouts would be clear after checking.

Li Ru smashed everything he could touch in the VIP single room that night, and then frantically hit Simon's cell phone.

At this time, Qi Yan was in the Tokyo Budokan and said in three languages ​​in Chinese, Japanese and English in turn: "I hope you keep your phones silent and enjoy the gluttonous feast of music with me!"

Simon turned off his mobile phone immediately, and cheered with the fans, preparing to enjoy a literal "feast".

Li Ru also smashed his cell phone, his chest suddenly hurt, and he fell back to the hospital bed weakly.

A bodyguard walked into the ward with another mobile phone, "Young master, Qi Guoqiang's family asked you when will you transfer the remaining money?"

Li Ru breathed a sigh of relief, showing a sneering smile, "Tell them to go, a bunch of trash, who can't get any scandals, so shameless to ask for money. If you have the ability, ask his own son for it."

The bodyguard shrugged, knowing that the young master didn't plan to pay, he didn't bother to deal with it, so he hung up the phone directly.

For nearly a month, Qi Yan's schedule was very tight, rushing, makeup, performances, fan meetings, and even catching up on sleep, he was so full that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.

Until one day Messiah 3.0 asked him: "Did you forget something?"

Qi Yan asked casually: "What?"

Messiah 3.0 is silent.

Qi Yan asked a few more questions, but the system still didn't answer. Just in time, the doorbell of the presidential suite where he lived rang, and he went to open the door while asking, and was immediately surrounded by a strong force around his waist, and his mouth was blocked with hot lips.

The familiar and long-lost fragrance filled the air, and Qi Yan stared wide-eyed: "Mmmmmmmmm (Teacher He)!"

He Qianqiu kicked the door backwards, said "concentrate", and threw him on the bed.

Xiao Biesheng is newlywed, Qi Yan can't care about anything else, he is in a hurry while returning to kiss and stripping each other's clothes, wishing to squeeze him dry all night.

Early the next morning, He Qianqiu took Qi Yan to a Second Empire-style garden villa, a snow-white three-story flat-roofed small western-style building, with rows and rows of exquisitely decorated pointed windows, surrounded by lingonberries, Surrounded by shrubs such as burdock, ferns, and fir trees, there is no phenomenon of crazy growth, and it can be seen that the gardener often takes care of it.

Qi Yan stopped at the porch on the first floor, "This is...?"

"I borrowed my friend's villa." He Qianqiu said, and walked up to the second floor with Qi Yan in his arms.

Go up the stairs and turn left, there is an open kitchen and dining room, the decoration is very Scandinavian style, the maple dining table is clean and simple, the dining chair is the "time" that won this year's Nordic Furniture Design Award No.1, the slender chair legs are as light as The long hair of a water leprechaun, but with top-notch sturdiness, stability and comfort.

A blond girl in a black maid dress is setting the tableware on the dining table.

Qi Yan was a little excited: "Is there a chef who wants to cook for us?"

He Qianqiu gently stroked Qi Yan's hair, looked down at his watch, and smiled, "That's right."

"Who is it?" He couldn't help asking, "Which country? How many stars?"

"I," He Qianqiu replied proudly, "I will cook you a hamburger that surpasses all Michelin stars."

Qi Yan: "...Hamburger meat seems to be a side dish invented by housewives to save money?"

"Just wait." He Qianqiu took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves as he said that, as if he was ready to do something.

Qi Yan originally wanted to help, but He Qianqiu rushed him back to the dining table. The blonde maid smiled and poured him a glass of cider, and prepared smoked salmon salad as an appetizer.

Not long after, He Qianqiu returned to the dining table with two pure white shallow dinner plates, and placed one of them in front of Qi Yan.

The normal-sized hamburger meat is oblate, round and thick, and it looks like a tiger's head. It is fried just right, brown and shiny, and exudes an appetite-stimulating aroma.

There is a circle of sauces around the plate, which are red tartar sauce, green green sauce and yellow mustard sauce. With just this decoration, the ordinary hamburger immediately looks taller.

He Qianqiu looked at him with a smile, "Try it well, it's not easy to see."

Qi Yan had been waiting for a long time, so he immediately picked up a knife and fork to cut a piece, dipped some tartar sauce and put it in his mouth.

"The taste is quite good! The ratio of beef filling and pork filling is perfect, the meat is so tender that it seems to melt in your mouth, and the refreshing fresh taste with chili is really amazing. Mr. He, your cooking skills are so good."

Qi Yan ate up the whole hamburger, and sighed contentedly, "I've never eaten such delicious hamburger!"

"The performance is too exaggerated. Do you think you're on a food show?" He Qianqiu didn't buy it at all. He looked at the movements in an unhurried, elegant and calm manner, but his speed was not slower than Qi Yan's. After putting down the knife and fork, he drank the red wine slowly .

Qi Yan scratched the back of his head, "But it's really delicious, that's..."

"that is?"

Qi Yan muttered in a low voice, "It's not that I haven't seen Michelin three-star cuisine... this one... the taste, the presentation and the shape of the dish, how can it surpass it?"

"Rarity."

He Qianqiu answered simply, but Qi Yan was even more confused. He stroked his chin and carefully recalled the taste. The fragrant, tender and delicious beef and pork, but that was all. Pork? Even premium snowflake beef and premium black pork are rare enough to scare off Michelin."

Only then did He Qianqiu laugh, "The meat is not taken from animals."

Qi Yan didn't react, so he asked casually: "What? It wasn't taken from an animal, could it be taken from a tree?"

"This is artificial beef and pork cultivated in the laboratory," He Qianqiu explained slowly after whetting Qi Yan's appetite, "A Kobe Wagyu cow named Hachiro and a Chinese eight-browed black cow named Ah Fu Pig cells were cultured and synthesized separately, and it was only delivered from the University of Copenhagen half an hour ago, and no more than ten people in the world are lucky enough to have tasted it.”

The amount of information is too much for Qi Yan to digest. Even though he has experienced resurrection, time travel and alien invasion, he still has a sci-fi feeling now.

He hesitated and asked: "...how much will it cost?" After asking, he felt vulgar, but he still couldn't help but want to know.

"The cost is 28."

Considering that scientific research is a huge investment, Qi Yan felt that this was too cheap, but he suddenly thought of a certain point and asked, "RMB?"

"EUR."

Qi Yan stared at the empty dinner plate, feeling his face was stiff, "...so the two hamburgers we ate just now are worth about 200 million? One is 100 million? Hey... why didn't you say it earlier."

"I want to leave you with a little surprise, how does the synthetic meat taste?"

"...It feels like Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit and didn't taste it."

He Qianqiu looked at the little singer thoughtfully: "You are beyond my expectation."

Qi Yan raised his head, his eyes straightened: "I'm too scared, I don't know what to do... Teacher He, you are too much..."

He Qianqiu saw the pitiful expression on the shocked and dull expression of his lover, who wanted to complain but didn't dare, and felt pity and joy. Even the taste of the red wine was three times more delicious. At first, he wanted to say something, but an assistant walked in. He saluted respectfully, "Mr. He, it's time to go."

He had no choice but to get up, "It's time for me to go, Xiao Ma will drive you back to the hotel, and we will not be able to meet until we return to China."

Qi Yan was furious, pressed the table and stood up, "Wait a minute! You just slip away after scaring people, what kind of gentleman are you! I haven't asked yet, why are you wasting so much..."

He Qianqiu walked around the dining table, lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the lips, "I love you."

Qi Yan immediately turned off the fire, looked up at the tall, handsome, elegant but unreasonable male god who was spending money randomly, and stammered, "Me, me too!"

Then, He Qianqiu left with a feeling of reluctance. If the meeting in the afternoon hadn't been delayed, he planned to stay and accompany Qi Yan to complete the last concert.

Qi Yan went back to the hotel as if he was sleepwalking, his mind was full of hamburger meat and He Qianqiu's cheating way of showing love, which caused him to wake up from a nap before realizing what the system was implying.

"My Nightingale Holy Sword!" He jumped up from the bed suddenly.

Messiah 3.0 said calmly: "Congratulations, you finally remembered."

The reshaped Nightingale Holy Sword was half a person tall and slightly wider than his palm. The silver sword shone like flowing mercury, but it was extremely light when swung, no heavier than the microphone in his hand.

He pressed a button on the side of the handle of the holy sword, and in the light, the holy sword became a silver hand-held microphone, exactly the same as the one he was using now.

"Use this microphone to perform in the future. After it is charged, it can be scanned to find all the lost Pandora's boxes. By the way, do you still remember what a Pandora's box is? It can search for prey and send the coordinates to the Melody people signal transmitter."

Qi Yan frowned, "Of course I remember, although I have been busy with other things, I have never forgotten the responsibility of the Messiah in my heart."

"I don't know who forgot about the synthesis of the Nightingale's holy sword."

Qi Yan coughed and sat cross-legged on the hotel bed. He Qianqiu's smell seemed to linger between the pillows, which made him feel very sweet... Although this was all an illusion, the waiter had already changed the sheets.

He restrained his nympho, fiddled with the microphone, and changed the subject nonchalantly, "But is it really safe to use this performance? I am using a microphone specially customized by Sony for my audio characteristics..."

Messiah 3.0: "Do you think the technology of the Cosmos Alliance is inferior to a small company on Earth? Besides, even on your Earth, Sony is not a top-notch existence in the audio technology industry. Why did you choose Sony? Instead of, Roland, Sennheiser or Iron..."

The system stopped suddenly, Qi Yan thought it had forgotten its name, and kindly added: "That one is called Iron Triangle."

"Of course I do," Messiah 3.0 replied irritably, "I don't need to discuss microphones with you."

"Huh? Didn't you say it first? Actually, there's no other reason for choosing Sony. It's just that I was envious when I saw other children owning Sony game consoles when I was young. And Sony's speakers have always been very good..."

"Actually, Sony's best technology is still focused on photography equipment. The range of visible light it can record for human vision is the widest among the equipment on your earth... I don't need to discuss these things with you!"

Qi Yan smiled, "I didn't expect the system to have something of interest... Do you still have someone you like?"

There was a sudden shock in front of his eyes, and the control panel suddenly disappeared. Messiah 3.0 said: "Please use the Holy Sword properly and eradicate all Pandora's boxes. This time, the future of the earth will be entrusted to you. I need to update the system and will temporarily shut down .”

"...Are you a fruit machine, updating every now and then?"

Qi Yan couldn't help complaining, but Messiah 3.0 has refused to answer any of his questions.

[Chat] I'm going to save the world, goodbye everyone.

I heard that after completing the task, you will not be able to join the forum?pity.

☆☆☆no.1 Nightingale's Messiah☆☆☆

Speaking of which, two days ago I heard that a fisherman quarreled with his wife, and the wife picked up sea urchins and hit him.

☆☆☆no.2 Messiah of the New World☆☆☆

Whoa, that sounds like a pain (>man<;)

Wife is the scariest creature in the world.

☆☆☆no.3 The Messiah of the Mask☆☆☆

It's a little strange to hear a ladyboy say something like this...

☆☆☆no.4 Messiah of Steel☆☆☆

Who is a shemale!Who is a shemale!Who is a shemale!

☆☆☆no.5 The Messiah of the Mask☆☆☆

Who asks who is.

☆☆☆no.6 Messiah of Steel☆☆☆

Well, in the blink of an eye Nightingale has completed the task, the efficiency is really high.

☆☆☆no.7 Bloody Messiah☆☆☆

Ex, senior... Finally someone took care of me tat

☆☆☆no.8 Nightingale's Messiah☆☆☆

Although Xueda usually looks like a tough guy, he is really gentle at this time.

It's over, I like you more >

☆☆☆no.9 Messiah of the New World☆☆☆

Congratulations, Nightingale.Half of a hundred miles is ninety, so don't relax.

☆☆☆no.10 Beacon of the Messiah☆☆☆

thanks, I will! 【make a fist】

☆☆☆no.11 Nightingale's Messiah☆☆☆

Alas, the senior group is really not fun, there will be no chance to bully Little Nightingale in the future.

Don't take the opportunity to bully me more.

☆☆☆no.12 Messiah of the New World☆☆☆

Hum╭(╯^╰)╮

☆☆☆no.13 The Messiah of the Mask☆☆☆

You...so did it on purpose.

☆☆☆no.14 Nightingale's Messiah☆☆☆

Oops, found out.

☆☆☆no.15 Messiah of Steel☆☆☆

Qi Yan's whole body is not well. When Lu Ding bid farewell, it was so tragic. Why did everyone still have the mood to joke after it was replaced by him.Except for the bloody uncle and the old man Daobiao who gave him a few words of advice, the others finally turned the post into a chat room.

Even he followed suit unknowingly, and started to show off, "I ate a 100 million yuan hamburger today!"

result……

New World: Hehe.

Mask: Hehe.

Steel: I won't line up...

Nightingale: You frogs in a well, that's artificial meat in a laboratory!Future high-tech stuff!My darling made it for me to eat!

New World: Hehe, your place is really backward.

Mask: Hehe, 1 behind.

Steel: Isn't synthetic meat the cheapest food for the poor?

Dao Biao: Hehe, he really loves you.

Nightingale: Huh?

Daobiao: Didn’t he share the “future” with you?This heart is the most precious thing in the universe.

Nightingale: That's how it is...

Mask: This idiot, ahh, Xiu Enai is dying so fast!

New World: Burn!

Iron Steel: ...I don't know why I find it so annoying...Go to hell!

Nightingale: After all, I am also the Messiah who is facing a critical juncture. Can you please speak nicely...

New World Mask Steel: Hmph!

Bloody Beacon: It's good to be young.

That's enough.

Luo Yiping came to inform him that he was going to prepare for the concert, and Qi Yan weakly closed the panel of the forum, ready to go out.

Luo Yiping looked at him: "Are you so happy to see Mr. He?"

"what?"

"Smiling so full of wrinkles, I won't be able to put on makeup for a while."

Qi Yan touched his face subconsciously, without speaking, and continued to sit in the car with a smile on his face.

Share the distant future with He Qianqiu... He will definitely work hard.But let’s forget about the brandy that was born in the same year as General Rommel, and the future ingredients that are unlikely to appear on ordinary people’s tables in the next 50 years. The meaning of the years contained in it is precious, but with 200 million This kind of illusory thing is still too extravagant, is it enough to build several orphanages?

Qi Yan felt that he should discuss this issue with He Qianqiu after returning to China.

Compared with Qi Yan, Simon's luck is much worse.