As the lights on the stage gradually light up, everyone's eyes began to pay attention to the stage!

There are more than a dozen chairs and some expensive musical instruments placed on the stage dozens of square meters. Images with the Ganges and the Taj Mahal as the stage background. The lights on the beautiful stage are rippling with luster, making you feel that the stage seems to float lightly on the Ganges, making people unable to stop marveling at its beauty.

The host's report and polite words did not arouse Chu Tian's interest. The next few violin songs only made Yuan Siyu slightly open his eyes, then pricked up his ears and made his head blank. Many times, Qu Gao and Wu did not deliberately seem unfathomable, but the sensory loss caused by the different moods of each other!

For descendants of wealthy families like Zhong Leer, even if you let Schubert play "Ode to the Mother" himself, they will only be lullabies; and audiences with appreciation ability meet some second-rate performers and hear the sounds of mechanical display of violin skills, they will regret that they lack their unique feelings.

Boya is good at playing the piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. This is a noble state. Only those who are good at playing will be happy when they meet those who are good at listening. However, a true master can make unfathomable things easy to understand, so that both professionals and the general public can be excited or burst into tears.

Just when Yuan Siyu wanted to sleep with Youyou and the others, the dazzling host shouted in a crisp and sweet voice: "He comes from the birthplace of Buddhism, from the flowing waves of the Ganges River; he is the son of Hinduism, a worldly genius in the music industry, Gandhi Light, "The Road to Heaven""

Yuan Siyu, whose head was blank, shuddered, and woke up as if he was shocked. His eyes kept searching for the stage full of mysterious aura. When Jia Jia and Youyou saw Yuan Siyu's strange behavior, they couldn't help but follow him to look at the stage, while Zhong Le'er was a little surprised but didn't say anything!

A man slowly walked up from the backstage, with a handsome and cold face, elegant and generous manners, two black flames carved on his forehead, flax-colored hair woven like braids, and his pupils as dark as the starry sky, calm and unremitting, but like a deep black hole, almost absorbing people's soul!

He lost his voice in silence: "Indian charlatan?"

Jia Jia asked curiously: "What Indian charlatan?"

Yuan Siyu's sweat suddenly flowed out, these aunts!

At this time, Gandhi bowed slightly to the audience openly and politely, and his deep and Ninghe's eyes swept across Yuan Siyu and others like the sea. Although he knew that he did not specifically look at him, his eyes that saw through fate but hardly mixed with any human emotions should have made Youyou lower his head guiltily!

Even Jia Jia was inexplicably panicked, and she couldn't help but reach out to cover her faint mouth, for fear that the little girl would spit something out again. After Gandhi lightly bowed, he turned around and stared at the Ganges in a humble manner as if he was independent of the world. No one knew what he was thinking, but no one dared to speak!

Due to depression and atmosphere, Zhong Le'er saw Gandhi Guangming's behavior of pretending to be a B, and hummed in a disdainful tone: "Aren't you just an Indian who pretends to be a ghost? What's so great? She even plays a mess of religious rituals, which is almost a thousand miles away from the 'et' group."

Yuan Siyu, who always kept giving in to Zhong Le'er, showed a sneer for the first time and said lightly: "Princess Zhong, to be honest, the influence of the 100,000 'et' groups is not as powerful as that of the Indians in front of you. 'et' has millions of fans, and Gandhi Guangming has nearly one billion loyal believers alone!"

Hearing Yuan Siyu's rude words, Zhong Le'er showed hostility and doubt, and then hummed and retorted contemptuously: "Blow, keep bragging, don't pay taxes, one billion, how many people in India are? Do you think Indians are full and support them, and you will believe in this Indian if you have anything to do or not?"

An old man next to him looked at Yuan Siyu with praise, turned his head to look at Zhong Le'er, with a smile of unscathing and disgrace: "He is right. Judging from the flames on the forehead of the man in front of him, he should belong to the Solomon family with a strong foundation and mystery. In terms of the major religions in India, he is Mount Tai, and he can definitely influence the spiritual beliefs of billions of believers through Hinduism!"

Yuan Siyu chuckled slightly and looked at the old man curiously. Unexpectedly, he actually involved in religion?

Yuan Siyu's words can be regarded as an exaggeration, but the words from the old man's mouth are somewhat real. Zhong Le'er pouted her mouth in great dissatisfaction, meaningfully avoiding the important things: "It's useless to talk nonsense. See what amazing things this Indian charlatan can do!"

As soon as the words fell, the notes started!

Gandhi's long and thin fingers pinched the bow and placed it gently on the strings, facing the soft light from the side. The quiet Ganges waves reflected millions of phosphorescence. The most harsh and narrow-minded people in the world have no way to reveal any word, because there is a kind of beauty that can shock people!

The glory at this moment almost makes people feel trembling!

The melodious sound of the piano slowly rang out, and "The Road to Heaven" slowly flowed from Parr's slender fingertips, an indescribable state of mind, a love that makes people intoxicated and obsessed, a power that proves that the vows and ties are not false... It all contained in the jade fingertips of the handsome and strange young man on the stage!

The performance hall was instantly sublimated to an ethereal state. The sorrowful music moved many old people to tears. For the god of death, they were able to appreciate human yearning for heaven. The loss of heaven actually means regret for finally giving up their dreams after resisting reality!

Yuan Siyu, who was originally calm, became quieter, while Jia Jia and others did not hide their surprise at all. Even Zhong Le'er, who was hostile, slowly turned her face and stared at the dazzling Gandhi light on the stage without turning around, immersed in the melancholy loneliness and the sound of the piano that the whole world was moved by!

What is the road to heaven?

The world is impermanent, the six realms of reincarnation are the road to heaven!

The old man next to him was holding his cheeks intoxicatedly and muttering to himself: "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world? I'm afraid that future generations will be unable to overcome the peak of this music. I really don't know if it's an honor or a sorrow to listen to it tonight?"

In the dark corner of the concert hall, an Asian young man with blonde hair sat gracefully with his chest in his chest. He raised his time and stood up and moved slowly towards the stage. He smiled coldly and cruelly. Although his movements were slowly hidden, it was clear to Yuan Siyu who was condescending, and then his eyelids were raised!

Killing aura!

There is never tranquility in the world. There is always a wave of tranquility. Once again, there are magnificent waves. When Yuan Siyu was alert to the murderous aura, the blonde man had already rushed to the edge of the stage, and then a silver short gun appeared in his hand. Before everyone could react, he raised his hand to shoot at Gandhi Guangming. Gandhi Guangming on the stage flashed to the side when his shoulders shook, and the silenced short gun was "shot" on the instrument!

The entire hall suddenly became riots. Although the upper class experienced elite education and the baptism of life, they still exposed their truest faces in the face of gunfire and killers. Countless people rushed to the door first, fearing that they would really embark on the road to heaven, and occasionally screamed and wailed!

Zhong Le'er's body was also trembling, and her face looked pale under the light. When did she, who was from a wealthy family, have ever seen gun killers and chaotic scenes? She hurriedly pulled Jia Jia to stand up and ran outside. Yuan Siyu quickly looked and grabbed them and shouted: "Now I go out and I'm just looking for death, and I'm squeezed to death if I'm not trampled to death."

Afterwards, it was proved that the number of people who were trampled to death and injured was as high as thirty, which shows the selfishness of human nature!

Zhong Le'er's eyebrows were raised and her conditioned reflexively blew: "Will you wait to die if you don't go out?"

Yuan Siyu smiled unanimously and said lightly: "With me here, I can't die."

Yuan Siyu and the others were in the eighth row of the concert hall. The audience in front ran faster than the rabbit after the gunshots, so the vision in front of them quickly became wide. Yuan Siyu turned his head and looked back at the killer and Gandhi Guangming on the stage. The killer was holding a gun and constantly shooting Gandhi Guangming, with a hideous and smug smile on his face!

Gandhi Guangming relied on the instruments and stage background to dodge, and was sent to heaven by the killer's bullets several times, and seemed to have no power to fight back. But it is undeniable that this guy is born a symbol of elegance and nobility. Even the action of dodging bullets is gorgeous and dazzling, which makes people unstoppable astonishment!

Gandhi Guangming should have a few tricks? How could it be so embarrassed? Yuan Siyu secretly had a question in his heart. Looking at Gandhi Guangming's movements, he knew that this guy was definitely not a good-for-nothing lamp. Why was he forced by the killer to fight back? Is this guy worried about something?

Yuan Siyu could only think of this, because the blonde killer had already jumped onto the stage, and it would knock Gandhi Guangming down in just a few rounds. Seeing that the son of India had some good feelings, he must not see him dying in front of him. Thinking of this, Yuan Siyu supported his hands on his seat and leaned against him, rushing towards the stage like an eagle spreading his wings!

Zhong Le'er was slightly surprised. Yuan Siyu was able to fly around?

The blonde killer was walking towards Gandhi in the corner with a grin. As long as he shot a few shots in front of him, this Hindu son and musical talent will go to heaven. Even if his mission is completed perfectly, his status in the killer world will be unprecedentedly improved in the future and his wealth will be abundant!

The muzzle was slowly raised, but Gandhi Guangming ignored the blonde killer, and his eyes showed endless depth, which made the blonde killer inexplicably thump. At this moment, the back suddenly felt a strong and fierce murderous aura, and the conditioned reflex turned with the gun and turned halfway, and Yuan Siyu had already rushed to him!

The short gun held by the blonde killer blasted at Yuan Siyu. The bullet whizzed past his ears and shot into the seat behind. It was not that the blonde killer's shooting skills were too poor, but that Yuan Siyu was too fast and slipped out when he pulled the trigger. Without waiting for the killer's angle to shift, Yuan Siyu had already tapped the blonde killer's wrist half a beat!

Zhong Le'er in the distance took a breath. This kid was really fucked!
Chapter completed!