129: Chapter 129 [Long Ti No See] 129: Chapter 129 [Long Ti No See] “Gah!”
Everyone present was startled and stared intently at the stage.
Wasn’t the finale supposed to be “Dark Night Group”?
How did it turn into “Masked Singer King”?
The most astonished were Chu Qingxue and Qiu Muran.
What was this “Masked Singer King”?
Where did he co from?
Jiang Qi was also dumbfounded.
Under his ticulous arrangent, did the Chu Family still have a backup plan?
“…%￥#”
A familiar yet flowing lody began to rise, gently streaming through the silence in the hotel.
The noisy sounds seed to fade away.
“I’ve arrived in your city!”
As a magnetic and soft Cantonese singing voice rang out, everyone instinctively tensed up.
A shadowy figure gradually appeared at the entrance of the corridor, a tall and straight silhouette, with thick black hair and bangs casually spread out, but his distinct, angular face was covered with a white prism mask.
His appearance made the hearts of the audience tighten once more.
Chu Qingxue was like she’d been electrocuted, staring dully at the stage, completely stupefied.
Walking the road you once took
Imagining the days without
How lonely you must have been
Holding the photo you gave
The familiar street
Just for your image
We can’t return to that day
Would you suddenly appear at the corner coffee shop
…
The lody was soothing and unhurried as he strolled leisurely.
The Masked Singer King gradually moved from the corridor to the stage and ascended along the spiral staircase.
The singing voice, like divine dicine, evoked mories, resonating and irremovable.
There’s a singing voice that enters the heart with every phrase; there’s a singing voice that impregnates the ears.
…
Just to say one line
Long ti no see
Like babbling brook waters at the start, and tender teardrops at the end.
With the song’s end, the familiar lody still echoed in the mind.
Everyone lingered in their own unique mories.
No one even realized the song had finished.
“A song ‘Long Ti No See’ for everyone!”
The tall, dark figure on the stage bowed deeply.
“Applause…”
Then, enduring applause swept through the Hilton hotel.
This “Long Ti No See” seed to possess a magical power, causing many to shed tears, and even more subrged in the mont, unable to extricate themselves.
Although the song had ended, the lody would reverberate in their minds for days or even longer.
“Masked Singer King!
Masked Singer King…”
Soone started it, and the title “Masked Singer King” instantly overwheld the place.
A song is a story, and without a doubt, every listener tonight has been touched.
A song must not only reach the ears, but also penetrate the heart.
Tonight, everyone believes they have heard the most heartfelt and moving voice.
Even years from now, or decades into the future, they will rember this poignant mont.
At this mont, all the hype about Korean pop idols, the “Oppas,” and the like, has been forgotten, leaving behind only the story.
“Encore!
Encore!…”
The audience began to shout, anticipating hearing that ear-pregnant voice once more.
So even wanted to see what face lay beneath the white prism mask, curious about who could possess the world’s most perfect voice.
“Take off the mask!
Take off the mask!…”
“Ladies and gentlen, I’m sorry, but our masked singer will only perform one song tonight, and his identity is a secret!” the host smoothed things over.
Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, that figure, emanating an air of vicissitudes, gradually vanished from sight, leaving an indelible impression on everyone.
Tonight, the Hilton Hotel beca the dia’s focal point because of the song “Long Ti No See,” and a white prism mask made the headlines.
Jiang Qi was dumbfounded; the performance that salvaged the box office was too heart-stirring.
Even he was sowhat bewildered, and deep down, it even evoked a trace of story in him.
…
“Little Ye, what are you hiding here for?” Ye Chenfeng had just changed his clothes when a beautiful voice suddenly exploded in his ear, startling him.
“Yaha, how co the lovely Mrs.
Liu Fangfei is here?” Ye Chenfeng had not expected Liu Fangfei.
Liu Fangfei, swinging her slender waist and ample hips with seductive grace, cast mysterious and suggestive glances at Ye Chenfeng: “Little Ye, there’s a mysterious masked singer outside.
A single song left everyone else weeping a ss.
Why didn’t you go to see it?”
“What’s there to see in that thing?
Smoking is more thrilling!” Ye Chenfeng took another deep drag of his cigarette.
Outside, the mayor’s wife, Huang Yi, was crying a ss; even Chu Qingxue was sowhat in a trance, standing prettily, her eyes lingering where the masked singer had perford, muttering to herself, “Could I be the female lead?”
“President Chu, I didn’t expect you to have such an ace up your sleeve.
Amazing.
The mayor, his wife, and those important figures in charge of the bidding were all captivated!” Dong Zheng couldn’t help but express his admiration.
“Hmm?
Right, where’s the person?” Dong Zheng’s reminder suddenly made Chu Qingxue rember she needed to find soone.
“Ah?
Wasn’t it soone you arranged, President Chu?” Not only Dong Zheng, but Qiu Muran and Gu Jundie were also taken aback.
Chu Qingxue could not bother to explain to them; she lifted the hem of her long dress and ran straight backstage, only to see Ye Chenfeng, Liu Fangfei, Shen Yuqin, and others.
“Where is the masked singer?” Chu Qingxue couldn’t help but ask, her eyes showing an unprecedented urgency.
“There was no masked singer!” Everyone shook their heads.
“Oh!” Leaving behind a word, Chu Qingxue ran off.
Ye Chenfeng was about to say sothing when his phone vibrated.
He received a text ssage: I already know the whereabouts of Fourth Master.
Night Song Yang Club.
Ye Chenfeng ca once again, but this ti the security guards had learned their lesson, treating him with the deference due to a formidable entity and quickly ushering him inside.
“Boss Fang, you’re quite efficient at handling things!
Tell , where’s the Fourth Master?” Ye Chenfeng got straight to the point.
Fang He’s face was all smiles: “Mr.
Ye, wouldn’t you like to sit down for a drink first, let properly host you?”
“There’s no need for this, just tell where the Fourth Master is!” Ye Chenfeng didn’t fall for his ploys.
Fang He hesitated before speaking: “Mr.
Ye, I want to ask you a question.
Why are you so eager to find out Fourth Master’s whereabouts?
What do you plan to do?”
“Kill him!” A murderous intent flickered in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.
“Ah?” Fang He was so frightened by the response, as if he had heard the most terrifying ghost story, that he almost fell off his chair.
“Mr.
Ye… do you really intend to kill Fourth Master?” Fang He asked with a tremor in his voice.
Ye Chenfeng’s mouth curled upwards: “What?
Don’t you believe in my strength?”
“No no no… It’s not that, Mr.
Ye.
I deeply believe in your strength, but the organization behind Fourth Master is truly too powerful.
Provoking them is like courting death!” Fang He said.
“That’s my business, you don’t need to worry about it!”
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