love nowhere

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01

The special stage that Zhuang Tianming arranged for Qi Kang was full of traps, and some of the difficulties even revealed a taste of pettiness. For example, Qi Kang only heard the soundtrack of the stage an hour before the opening.

The heavy drumbeat hit the eardrum of Qi Kang's left ear again and again, and the sound became the sound of a heart beating when it reached his injured right ear.

Faint, but not negligible.

This lengthy interval of drumbeats tries to arouse anxiety and fear in people's hearts.Qi Kang closed his eyes and seemed to be able to see the bull's huge body squeezing the darkness of the tunnel, and the hot breath coming out of his nose.

The pipe organ spun up from bottom to top, bringing him to the broad bullring. The sun was scarlet, cheers were noisy, and all eyes were on him.

The music stopped abruptly. Qi Kang opened his eyes and saw Zhuang Tianming leaning against the wall. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought I just had to perform a bullfight according to your request and it would be over."

"I didn't expect you to compose the song."

There was something in Qi Kang's words, he was satirizing Zhuang Tianming's naive hiding of the song until now, preventing him from practicing the corresponding choreography.

Zhuang Tianming shrugged, "This song is the soundtrack for the whole stage. You don't need to perform anything, just stand in the center of the stage."

He took out a box from behind him and threw it on the table indifferently.

The box was wrapped with ribbons and bows, and Qi Kang showed doubts in his eyes, "Are you giving me a gift?"

Zhuang Tianming grinned brightly, "Yes, it's a gift, let's open it and have a look."

"A bomb?" Qi Kang teased.

He hadn't seen Zhuang Tianming since he entered the hospital. He had no idea what kind of crazy actions this man would do to force him to stay in the competition, but he was frank and fearless.

Qi Kang's knuckle-boned hands unwrapped the ribbon bit by bit, and the blue ribbon was wrapped around his hand, Zhuang Tianming's eyes darkened when he saw it.

This is a great pair of hands to be tied.

Opening the box, there is a pair of exquisite leather masks lying inside. Its eyes and lips are designed with ingenious hollows, revealing a vaguely sexy atmosphere, which is easy to make people imagine certain scenes.

Qi Kang took out the mask with one hand, and held it up in front of him vainly, "This is what you call a gift, I seem to have another pair."

Amber pupils stared blankly at the man with a flirtatious face through the hollow part.

"Do you remember what I said?"

"You've said too many crazy things, I don't remember all of them."

Zhuang Tianming leaned closer, put his hand on the mask lightly, he could just feel Qi Kang's breath in his palm, leaned over and whispered vaguely, "You can ask Xie Yao to wear this mask."

"If you remember, there will be other surprises."

Zhuang Tianming is like a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, spitting out snake letters to lure its prey to touch the apple that represents the truth. If one is not careful, regret and shame will well up in his mouth.

Qi Kang sharply pushed Zhuang Tianming away, "Speak well."

"No, that's all I have to say."

Zhuang Tianming turned and left the room. Before leaving, he stuck out his tongue and dropped a piece of paper, "Please memorize the lyrics of "Bullfighting"."

"Oh, boring." Qi Kang leaned over to pick up the lyrics paper, and the gorgeous decorations on his body collided with his movements, making a "salsa" sound.

As soon as he touched the paper, he heard a faint voice.

"elder brother."

Qi Kang's hands trembled unconsciously.

Is it an illusion?

02

The "CHAOS" program has set up live broadcast equipment in the venues of the two special stages.Qi Kang was the first to perform, while Xie Yao was the second.

Due to the short interval between stages, Xie Yao had no way to watch the performance live. He could only walk back and forth in the backstage of the aquarium. He just wanted to take out his flip phone to call Qi Kang, but put the phone back in his bag embarrassingly. inside.

Qi Kang has no equipment to communicate with the outside world.

The show is about to start, and the countdown to the live show is displayed on the small screen equipped with the aquarium.

"Five, four, three, two..."

Xie Yao held his breath, his heart beating non-stop.

"one."

The picture unfolds, and the ring-shaped bullring comes into view. The camera position set up by the program group is ingenious. These black boxes give the bullring a sense of vastness and boundlessness.

A tall figure slowly stepped onto the bullring, the red and white bullfighting suit outlined slender lines, and golden ornaments were worn on his strong chest.

The scarlet sunlight fell on him like a spotlight on a stage.

The camera advances and freezes on the young man's heroic face.With his hands behind his back, he saluted, and slowly covered his face with a black leather mask. His amber eyes were embedded in the hollows of the mask, looking lonely and indifferent.

He just stood in the center of the stage, like the nobles who stick to their territory in ancient books. They are arrogant and disdain the eyes of others. No matter how the outside world changes, they always maintain the dignity engraved in their bones.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The drum beats, the organ hums, and the religious sanctity descends, making Qi Kang more and more like a god looking down on all living beings. He raises the sword in his hand and swings it cleanly. Silver light flashes, and he drags the sword around Walk the entire venue.

Before the official start of the bullfight performance, a mysterious ceremony took the lead in hitting people's hearts.

Qi Kang's voice spread throughout the audience through the headset, "I was trapped in place by the darkness covering my eyes countless times."

"Can't breathe, can't move."

He paused for a while, and then came the Spanish spoken by the magnetic voice, "I saw your figure in the maze."

"I see your eyes, your heart, your soul."

"Love is accompanied by death, as beautiful as a fragile dream."

"I put my love in place."

"Belongs to my god of death."

"Where my heart goes."

"Querencia."

The corners of Qi Kang's mouth under the mask were slightly raised. It was clearly a bright costume, but it seemed to be shrouded in a black robe. The wings of the gods dissipated and fell into the shadow of death. At this moment, he is a young god of death.

Everyone was stunned by Qi Kang's performance, no one dared to say a word, and almost stopped breathing.

This person's expressive power is too strong, in just 2 minutes of the opening, he captured the souls of all the audience.

People can't help but get close to dangerous things, and they rush to thrilling death.

"Boom." The fence was raised, and the black bull entered the bullring with red eyes. The bull's hooves shook the yellow sand, and the exaggerated horns were smooth and hard.

Xie Yao stood up excitedly, he never thought that what Qi Kang was going to face was such a beast.

When he thought of the scene where the pair of bull horns pierced the young man's body, his whole body trembled.

Crazy, crazy.

Before the start of the show, Qi Kang acted too calmly, coupled with the softening of his attitude in the later period, he immersed himself in the atmosphere of love, ignoring the crazy blood in Qi Kang's bones.

This person loves drag racing, loves the weightlessness of the body in the sky, loves the smell of gunpowder smoke, and loves the bruises left in every exercise.

Xie Yao gritted his teeth, almost rushed into the screen to pull Qi Kang back to his side, stood up abruptly, and had to sit down again.Once again he was in a position where he could do nothing.

"Calm down." The coach next to him, Francisco, held his arm.

Xie Yao turned his head and saw the fire in Francisco's eyes.

There is no assistant holding a pink front and yellow back cape to lure the bull to gallop, no spearman on horseback to tie the long hair to the back of the bull, and no flower dartman to hang silver barbs into the bull's flesh and blood .

From the very beginning, Qi Kang had to face the physical beast.

He calmly paced close to the bull. The dark eyes of the bull reflected the figure of an adult male. They looked at each other, and the distance was only enough for a piece of red cloth to fly.

They were all waiting, Qi Kang was observing the bull's temperament, thinking about how to quickly provoke the beast, and the bull seemed to be also looking at the angle from which he should hit the man in front of him with his horn.

It wants to fly this person up, and its sharp horns want to penetrate deeply into the human's soft belly.

The music sounded again, and at that moment, the bull gathered his energy and pushed forward with all his strength, crashing into the trembling red cloth, and the man disappeared from its sight.

The bull ran, adjusted the angle, and a man wearing a black mask appeared in its red eyes.

The sharp sword in Qi Kang's hand was stained with blood. When passing by the bull, he took advantage of the opportunity to cut a hole on the bull's body. The blood flowed, but the beast seemed to be unconscious.

He shook the red cloth, stepped back slightly, and a huge force collided with the cloth again, almost causing him to turn over.

Bullfighting is such a competitive performance, and humans also experience their own weakness when playing bulls.In the next moment, if he still couldn't hold the red cloth firmly, the risk factor would rise sharply.

One hit kills.

Qi Kang followed his inner thoughts, the red cloth in his hand swayed like a blurred skirt, the bull stopped to pant, his copper bell eyes focused on this piece of red cloth.

Hiding his long sword behind his back, he walked in front of the bull again, his lips under the black mask were obviously pursed into a straight line, but in everyone's eyes, this man was smiling.

Laugh wantonly, laugh flamboyantly.

——"Did you know? This bull was domesticated by people. Human beings easily add the pleasure of killing higher animals to tame domestic animals."

——"People are also divided into grades, powerful and powerful people can play with lowly waste, and even perform grand hunting like this."

A drop of sweat ran down Qi Kang's neck, and he felt blood red covering the entire spiritual world, while the camera seemed to disappear, and there was an empty wilderness in his mind, with blood boiling and clamoring.

"Is it comfortable? As long as you release your emotions a little, all the unhappiness can be burned to ashes." Someone whispered in my ear.

He held back for too long.

Originally, Qi Kang's madness was only intended to be shown to Zhuang Xiang.His confusion and hatred these years irrigated the seeds left by Zhuang Xiang. It took root, germinated, and stretched out its branches. However, Wang Ran blocked the growth of the sun. But now Wang Ran is hiding in the spiritual space, and no one can stop it. It bears hideous flowers.

kill.

kill it.

Qi Kang clenched the sharp sword in his hand, clenched it, relaxed it, and clenched it again.

The bull also tensed its body, kicking sand and stones restlessly with its hind hoofs. It was furious, and the timing of the sprint coincided with the beat of the drum, and its horns were straight and fast towards Qi Kang.

Qi Kang didn't hide, he raised his sharp blade and faced the bull bravely.

No.

Xie Yao's tears overflowed.

A shocking scene happened. Qi Kang turned sideways slightly, threw off the red cloth, and changed to holding the sword with both hands. He used the force of the bull's charge to penetrate the blade through its head.

"Bah." Blood splashed onto the black mask.

The behemoth fell to the ground with a crash.

Qi Kang took off his mask and closed his eyes.

He seemed to hear the deafening screams and cheers of the audience in the real bullring that year.

The wrist bone appears to be split.

But worth it.

Qi Kang showed a bright smile, accompanied by death, stained with blood, he came back to life.The fresh vitality in his body tightly gripped everyone's souls, causing love to flow unconsciously from the heart.

No one will not love him.