Chapter 984 (2/2)

”To match the steel pipe on the stage, show that kind of obscene style.” Wukong said a big chase and asked, ”who can do it?”

The magician looked at each other and suddenly pointed to Hans, who was embarrassed to point to Abe Qingming.

”Why me?” Hans said in surprise. ”I'm German, rigorous, old-fashioned and exquisite. It's no problem for you to bury me in the sewer all my life. Is it a little difficult for me to ask me to dance?”

Abe Qingming explained: ”is it rigorous? We have some objections to who is more exquisite, but in terms of Sao Qi, we Japanese feel inferior.”

”Pole dance, I remember, was the best developed in Germany,” Zhuang explained.

The magician smiled and said, ”if we Americans Sao, the world will kneel, the Japanese Sao, we Americans will kneel, and the Germans Sao, there will be nothing else!”

Hans was speechless, so he had to stick a puppet charm and guide him on the spot.

Finally, many preparations were settled. Under the moonlight, Wukong stood in front of a column of drums, surrounded by magicians, Zhuang bifan, Abe and others with electric guitars, bass and electronic keyboards, plus the top speakers and dance beauty facilities, as well as Vikings tuning aside.

The magician sighed: ”unexpectedly, there are so many music lovers among us. My private collection of top outdoor speaker equipment, together with Abe's Yamaha top instruments and Mark's electronic music attainments, will certainly be able to play a top-level performance.”

Zhuang bifan stroked the electric guitar and picked out a series of fierce tremors, like the devil's teeth.

He opened his eyes, his eyes glittered, turned back to Wukong and said, ”Mr. Sun, you can set the drum!”

Wukong sneered, his hands slid out a series of residual shadows, and the fierce jazz drum immediately kept up with Zhuang bifan's rhythm, and accelerated the rhythm, forcing Zhuang bifan to almost break his guitar string.

”You should worry about the drum!”

Abe Qingming said positively: ”Yamaha quality, trustworthy!”

The magician said, ”America is the holy temple of rock music!”

Viking Han Mark said seriously, ”Nordic electronic music is not weaker than people!”

With the hand speed of Zhuang bifan, the prelude of the electric guitar suddenly sounded, which drove everyone's mood. Then Wukong's merit and virtue set up drums to keep up with the fierce drums and changeable rhythms, as if integrating classical and trend. The magician, as a bassist, fully supported this mood.

Mark's tuning did not improve the sound that could not be modified. But his ingenious addition of electronic music factors adds a sense of Psychedelic to this atmosphere.

Abe, as a keyboard player, danced uncontrollably.

Zhuang bifan's hoarse voice opened his voice with a faint sigh.

Chen Xuanzang stood on the rock, his clothes were half untied, and the tiger skin skirt set off a pair of slender thighs more enchanting. One of his legs was wrapped on the steel pipe, and the other was slightly tilted. He was as sexy as a young woman, with a trace of a girl's playfulness. With the music, his waist twisted like a water snake.

Hans, who was guided by the puppet symbol, showed the temptation and enchanting of pole dance incisively and vividly.

The hoarse song spread far away——

Once upon a time, now it's gone ~ don't come again

Red leaves are buried in the dust

Start and end ~ always unchanged

You ~ drift outside the white clouds

With Chen Xuanzang's wild dance, a ferocious roar broke the sky in the distance.