Cthulhu Grocery Store

Shendai Wugu was taken aback.

Although I know that Naia is my music fan (eh, I should be able to say that), but this is the first time I know that this guy is so crazy.

But it’s also understandable, after all, it’s impossible for a normal person to chase after the creator just because of a song, and even pretend to be a community volunteer to come to the door on Christmas Eve, and then wander around like an illegitimate fan many times.

Well, thinking about it this way, this guy might be unexpectedly crazy...

In a sense, it was only now that Shendai Wugu thought of this, and it was a long reflection.

But for some reason, Shendai Wugu inexplicably felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

Whether it is the existence of this person, or this inexplicable obsession.

'Isn't that good, anyway, this guy will never hurt himself. '

The idea that came to mind was so sure that even he himself would be frightened, but he didn't doubt its authenticity at all.

Maybe it's because Naia doesn't hide it at all?

[I can dedicate everything to you. 】

This sentence was clearly written in his eyes.

God Dai Wugu believed.

"Thank you... for liking my music." The black-haired boy unconsciously relaxed the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"It's not just me!" Naia emphasized, with a serious attitude, "There are many, many...all of you like your music."

……what?

Shendai Wugu felt as if he missed something, some words were skipped, doubts flashed past, he waved his hand: "Oh no, you don't need to comfort me, I still have a sense of my weight."

"I can prove it to you!" Naia's expression turned serious.

"Ah?" Shendai Wugu was stunned for a moment, the conversation just now felt a little familiar...

By the way, it seems that he said the same in the dream.

"Wu Gu? Wu Gu!"

Shendai Wugu came back to his senses, forced a smile: "Then how do you prove it?"

"Have a concert."

"...?"

"Please don't worry, I have relevant contacts." Naia smiled, expressing that everything was covered by herself, and her tone was high, "I guarantee that the audience who has listened to your performance will know what the real beauty of music is!"

Facing Naia's sudden upsurge in emotion, Kindai Kiriko silently swallowed what he wanted to say, and looked at Naia who was excited and walking around the room excitedly with a dazed expression on his face.

He, he must be joking, right?

Shendai Wugu looked at Fyodor and Love with pleading eyes, and when he received his gaze, Fyodor didn't know about Shendai Wugu's music, and no one told him, so he chose to keep silent , Lovecraft still maintains his mouthless character design, but his eyes show approval.

He didn't make it in time for the last concert.

Shendai Wugu blinked and blinked, but he didn't wait for a long time for the words to be a joke, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Eh?Wait, why didn't someone come to stop him, can the concert be held so easily?This is a joke, right?

……

"Want to hold... a recital?" Bai Lan didn't know what to think of, and repeated with an ugly expression.

Kamidai Kirigu scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "Haha, how is it possible for me to be at this level, I guess Mr. Naiya is joking."

He said it so seriously that he almost believed it.

Bai Lan: ...No, no, no, he is absolutely serious!

Thinking about the nightmare that has been lingering in his dreams so far, Bai Lan thinks that it is time to count down to the end now, why not go to his favorite cotton candy manufacturer and threaten them with a few flavors that have not yet been released before the world is destroyed Invented...

Didn't it mean that Fyodor was watching from the sidelines? Why didn't he come out to stop this kind of world crisis? !

Oh wait, he doesn't seem to know.

Thinking of this, Bai Lan was stunned.

Liu Dao Mu had never experienced that horrific night, so he didn't understand the seriousness of the situation, and looked suspiciously at Bai Lan's well-disguised but "the world is over" message revealed from his eyes.

Of course, now that Shendai Wugu is still by his side, he can't ask, he can only hide his doubts in his heart.

God Dai Wugu was walking, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "By the way, there is one more thing, do you know that Fyodor can play the cello? At the beginning, he said that he wanted to discuss classical music with me." I was quite surprised at the time. However, I feel that the unexpected fits his temperament well?"

Bai Lan didn't know that Fyodor could play the cello, but he probably knew that Fyodor used some excuse to get close to the small group of God Dai Wugu and Naia.

As expected of a well-meaning Russian.

Also someone who didn't know the inside story, Liu Dao Mu asked with great interest: "Can you play together?"

"Huh? This is impossible." Shendai Wugu was confused, thinking in this direction, "The ensemble of flute and cello... I don't seem to have thought about it."

Very good, the devil can be buried.

Liu Daoku keenly noticed the twitching corners of Bai Lan's eyes: "Did you get sand in your eyes?"

"...No." Bailan took a deep look at Liudaokuo, "I thank you for Fyodor."

Liudaoku:?

Fyodor didn't know that he didn't die in Naia's hands at this time, but was tricked by Liudao Mukuro first.The believers are crying, when is it, why are they still so disunity, when will they human beings stand up.

Shendai Wugu didn't pay attention to the communication between Bailan and Liudaokuku, and now he is completely attracted by the possible ensemble scene (brain supplement) of himself and Fyodor.

He had seen other people's ensembles when he was working in a classical club before, but he had never experienced it. He was a little tempted for a while, but his relationship with Fyodor was not close enough to speak freely, so he was a little hesitant.

Maybe, just an opportunity?

God Dai Wugu made up his mind to wait until the next time he saw Fyodor playing the violin before speaking.

Of course he didn't know that when he thought Naia was joking, a certain fanatical messenger was already planning how to hold a concert.

"What do human beings need for a concert?" Taking advantage of the absence of the ancient gods, a certain outer god sneaked into the storefront of the grocery store, bullying the clerk who dared not speak up, and chatting with Yogurt when he turned on the lights in broad daylight.

Bubbles doesn't want to talk to him, and drives Tentacle to turn off the light.

Childish Naia flipped the switch again.

Diablo: ...

He began to wonder if he would be silenced after seeing this scene.

Bubble simply didn't install the light bulb, and it didn't matter whether the switch was on or off, anyway, the light bulb was pregnant today, and it couldn't be repaired.

"Don't be so indifferent." Naia seemed to feel the deep disgust of his colleagues, and his smile continued, "Don't you want to listen to my father's performance?"

Bubbles said nothing.

Naia dragged Yog to the skin for a long time, until he got impatient with Bubbles, and finally revealed his true purpose: "You don't have to go, give me the list of all the old sleeping places on the earth , I have to find someone to support my father."

Yog took a deep look at Naia, and learned that the power of the future has collected all the information.

Don't look at this guy laughing, every time he is about to make a big news, he always has this expression.The main body is not there, but he is still so arrogant in front of Him.

Angrily stuffing all the information this guy wants into this avatar, it's best to blow it up.

Naia covered her dizzy head, didn't mind Yog's gesture at all, and showed a bright smile: "Thank you, hey, it's a pity that you don't come, but I will send you an invitation letter when the time comes .”

The goal was achieved, and Naia no longer loitered under the light bulb to be annoying, and passed by the pink-spotted octopus quietly pretending to be dead in a good mood, directly passing through the wall, and the peace of the store returned to normal.

It's just that those unknown people seem to have received some information, and they are more excited than expected, and Boss Xiao died a few more times because of this, but unfortunately no one or God cares.

Naia was humming a ditty, and the plan in her mind was gradually perfected. The most important audience list was made. The venue was not a problem, and after that was the staff and equipment.

Well, rounding up means that the preparations are almost done.

My father, will you be happy?

The dark-skinned man's smile became brighter and brighter. Pedestrians with a black pearl-like complexion and a bright and handsome smile stopped frequently, not knowing what terrifying existence they were looking at.

They also don't know what kind of existence will wake up in every corner of the earth in the near future.

The masters of the earth have never been human beings.