Against the current Hengdao

The famous song and dance performance of the Moulin Rouge Theater is about to be staged. The men and women in dresses slowly enter the theater from the corridors, competing for splendor and beauty for a while, which is dizzying.

Those men wearing sequined suits and velvet bow ties seem to be holding a gaudy bird by their side, some are like peacocks, some are like phoenixes, and the most shabby ones are also pheasants. They are decorated with various lace, lace, puff sleeves and feathers. , the taste is not high, and the money is not spent less.Only when Boss Yan came out of the corridor was a handsome man in a suit pushing a younger and handsome man in a suit in a wheelchair.

There was an eye-catching light bulb behind him, and Young Master Liang, who was dressed in a coquettish maroon velvet dress, followed Mr. Yan's side step by step, chattering non-stop.

A threesome, three men with very eye-catching appearances, has also become a hotly discussed scene in this theater.

At that time, Yan Xiaodao lifted Ling He from the bed, took out a spare suit from his luggage and handed it to him: "Let's go together.

"It's not safe to stay in this room. The corridor is deserted, and it's easier to be caught by someone closing the door. Now the whole ship is gathering in the theater, where there are the most people, and maybe you can fish in troubled waters."

He put on Ling He his own dark blue dress with vertical stripes embedded with silver gray lines.

Ling He looked two centimeters taller than him, and his legs were very long, so he changed a pair of ten-point trousers into more fashionable cropped trousers, revealing his thin and beautiful ankles.The man casually opened the front of his suit and kept fanning the wind on purpose: "There is nothing to hide under the creaking nest, otherwise it would look like the clothes are hanging around on me, and it would be so bloated when worn on you!"

Ling He laughed as he said that, Yan Xiaodao knew that this person was still hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and made excuses to go down the stairs. He must have reflected on his harsh words just now, and he was unreasonable and merciless.

Sure enough, Ling He behaved very appropriately that night, and he could almost describe Yan Xiaodao as "gentle", pushing him on the wheelchair to go wherever he said he wanted to go, and he didn't show any vindictiveness or spray poisonous juice on innocent people.

As long as Ling He keeps his mouth shut, Mr. Yan's life will be very easy, because Young Master Liang next to him is also very good-tempered.

Liang Youhui has a big heart, he doesn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and he doesn't care at all that there are a few young masters who know him and come from Yandu, and privately laugh at this as "Mr. Fight for a small knife."

Liang Youhui knew the way like an old horse, and led the other two masters to find their box. They were also regular customers and knew the way well.The private room imitates the neo-baroque decoration style, where rich gold and elegant reliefs coexist, and the bone china tea set decorated with camellias is supported by red velvet on the table.

Liang Youhui felt that the two of them had never been here before, so he kept pointing out the dome and the gorgeous decorations on the stage all the way.When Ling He was calm, he was very talkative, elegant and well-traveled. The two talked about everything from Songzhuting musicals to the origin of the myths of the marble statues in the theater, and then they talked about the repertoire of the Opera Garnier in Paris, The ostentation of Broadway in Manhattan.

Liang Youhui was quite interested: "Then who, have you seen a lot?"

Ling He smiled slightly: "I used to study and travel abroad."

Liang Youhui confessed very honestly: "I studied in a certain branch of the University of California. Which country did you study in?"

Ling He talked about meat and vegetables: "I have been to many places, and I often change where I stay. Where it is safe and no one is chasing me and killing me, I go to study there."

Boss Yan can't get in the way. This kind of topic about rich kids studying abroad is a bit disrespectful to us poor country bumpkins, right?

However, he had a vague feeling that Mr. Ling was already very respectful today, and it was rare for him to maintain social etiquette politely to his friends.

Yan Xiaodao wasn't paying attention to watching the drama either. Could he be interested in the erotic song and dance drama rehearsed by that scumbag Watanabe?His eyes did not leave the details of all the interactions around them, and their box was condescending to have a panoramic view of the stage and auditorium below.Familiar guests and female relatives slowly spread out like clumps of squirming little black shadows to various positions in the auditorium, and finally filled the entire theater.

The theater on the cruise ship will not be too big, it will be able to hold all the guests, and the atmosphere will be warm and cordial.

Surrounded by aromatherapy, tar, and a slightly sweet smell mixed with hemp fruit and methamphetamine.There may be a rich second generation "skating" in the box.

Yan Xiaodao didn't meet Jian and You directly, but he saw those two groups also enter the box on the second floor.They both had their own concerns, so they just nodded distantly.

You Haodong opened the velvet curtain of the box according to the number on his invitation card, but there was already someone inside.

Young Master You frowned dissatisfied: "Did you go wrong?"

The person inside bowed down to apologize, speaking blunt Mandarin with an unknown accent: "Ah, maybe, I got the wrong seat, sorry sir. Next door, you can sit in the room next door."

"Crazy!..." You Haodong is not in the mood to chat with outsiders, even if he sits next door, anyway, he doesn't want to be next to Yan Xiaodao, and be shy of others.

Just before dinner, Toshita Zhenyou left Yan Xiaodao's room, and was carried into the elevator by two men in black. They were actually Youjia bodyguards No. 2 and No. 3.

Zhenyou has drunk wine, her eyes are charming, her face is flushed with alcohol, her messy hair, open kimono neckline, and hot hickey on the back of her neck all seem to show that she has been messed with in the room at least two or three times.

Really beautiful but doesn't speak Mandarin, and the Youjia thugs can't understand Nissan, and the chicken and the duck are gesticulating and threatening for a long time without asking a fart. The two bodyguards really didn't see anything wrong, so they could only let him go away .

Yan Xiaodao quietly moved his finger to send a text message in the dim sight: [Which box do you and Jane sit in? 】

His loyal little follower seemed to be waiting for the boss's order with his mobile phone all the time, and quickly replied: [You are next to your left, and Jane is next to your right. 】

Yan Xiaodao: [Is Watanabe here? 】

Younger brother Yang: [I didn't find it. 】

Yan Xiaodao: [Who is next to me? 】

Younger brother Yang: [I really don’t know, boss, they are all shameless, maybe they are from Yancheng. 】

The lights in the theater are turned off, and a fantasy atmosphere created by lights and curtains is slowly staged from the corner of the stage.A bewitching ghost with white hair and white makeup is looking for his sacrifice with mysterious drumbeats. The ghost is holding an ink folding fan, dressed in red make-up, neither male nor female, but half male and half female, dancing in the sky. Beneath the waist in the rain of cherry blossoms, her face is beautiful and charming...

Drummers in kabuki costumes beat out the drum beats that ambushed and shouted to kill the sky under the curtain of fireworks...

Yan Xiaodao sneaked around the back with his left hand, hugged the back of the wheelchair Ling He was sitting in, and made a gesture of embracing people, with five fingers doing piano fingering intentionally or unintentionally, tapping the character horoscope back and forth.Ling He should have also noticed that he was leaning over, and silently turned his head to look at it, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on his side face and temples...

Yan Xiaodao rested his right hand on his armpit and waist, trying to see through the box next door, which was blocked only by a thin wall panel, and endured Liang Youhui's high spirits at the base of his ears, before him was the suddenly enlightened illusion of the stage and a group of flirtatious men who were flying into the sky female.

Musical operas are actually peddlers. Who would really want to see traditional and authentic Osaka and Edo geisha performances if they come here for entertainment?This dance play is more like a copycat version of the famous Bellagio show in Vegas. It simulates the pool on the stage, although the pool is as small as a puddle; They were all wearing ultra-short kimonos with exposed legs, and they cheered up the audience with their big breasts and splits in the air...

More dancers stood on the high platform close to the box on the second floor, grabbed the ribbon, and prepared to fly into the dance floor at the moment when they fell from the sky.

There was a young dancer with a neatly combed hair and a protruding figure who didn't listen to the command. She was still looking back at the critical moment, looking for the windows of the row of boxes on the second floor, and quickly met Shang Yan Xiaodao's eyes.

That girl is so beautiful.

Huxia Zhenyou's almond eyes jumped with startle, staring at Yan Xiaodao, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but they didn't have time to say it, and they couldn't hear him, and the sound of stage music and drums shook the sky.

The group of girls went down and swayed to the auditorium with the cherry blossom rain, but they were hung by silk cloth, somersaulting in the air, and pleasing the discerning audience with various difficult aerial yoga.Every dancer under Watanabe claims to have "one hundred and eight unique skills", and it is said that they use these unique skills to have fun with the guests on the bed.

Yan Xiaodao may have some worries in his heart, always feeling that Miss Zhenyou is constantly looking at him.

In fact, the distance is already very far. The girls are hanging under the dome in the posture of hanging upside down with golden hooks, their eyes are wandering, maybe they are looking.But Yan Xiaodao found that Zhenyou always turned his face towards them awkwardly, as if telling him to "get out of here" with his eyes.

Ling He and Liang Youhui probably didn't know Zhenyou, Ling He's eyes were calm and indifferent, and he didn't look at anyone.

The really beautiful location is facing the windows of their row of boxes, and you can see the faces of the guests in each box.The girl should have seen something and warned them.

Yan Xiaodao remained calm, his hand suddenly wrapped around Ling He's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Ling He pondered the meaning of his words: "Mr. Yan?"

The trapeze group that was about to swing towards the middle of the stage had an unexpected situation.

This kind of performance with things flying over the theater was afraid of this accident. No one expected it. A piece of silk suddenly came loose, and the dancing girl hanging from it screamed and fell.The guests were all shocked, but they didn't have much sympathy for the girl who fell down. No matter how far or how close they were, they all panicked and dodged in the posture of covering their heads, for fear of being hit by the person falling from above.

It is said that more than a hundred years ago, a crystal chandelier fell from above the auditorium of the Garnier Opera House, killing a lady who was down with blood, and the theater suffered a lot.

This time it was human beings that fell.

Yan Xiaodao was taken aback, the girl who slipped and fell was Miss Zhenyoumei, she fell down with a very long silk ribbon, and fell straight down to the puddle below.Only about three to five meters high, he must have fallen badly, splashing waves and screaming, Yan Xiaodao seemed to see Zhenyou raised his head from the puddle, stared at him in pain, still thinking about their safety...

Yan Xiaodao got up abruptly, holding up Ling He expressionlessly: "Follow me, get out of here."

He knew in his heart that no matter where they stayed on the "Cloud" tonight, this battle was inevitable.In the place on the boat that was about the size of a palm, many eyes were staring at Ling He from the dark, and they couldn't avoid it.

The entire wall of the cubicle shattered before their eyes.

It was a layer of thin wooden boards that were quickly disarmed and torn apart under the heavy blow, and the debris and sawdust were scattered like heavenly maidens, splashing down towards the side of Ling He's wheelchair.

The sharp sawdust crazily poked at half of Ling He's face and body, making him subconsciously lean closer to the person he trusted the most.A line of blood flowed down from the hairline of Ling He's forehead.

In the next second, Yan Xiaodao grabbed Ling He from the wheelchair and protected him behind him. He stepped forward with an iron palm and plunged into the thick smoke of debris, meeting the opponent's iron fist unexpectedly. The meat queen fell into hand-to-hand combat, and the box was filled with the frightening iron shadow knife light...

Like in the movie, but in real life, Liang Youhui thought that all this could not happen.

The moment he started the battle, the chair he was sitting on fell backwards and fell under the table, allowing him to protect his head and chest.Young Master Liang didn't crawl out from under the table for a long time, he was dumbfounded, and in front of his eyes were flying fists, kicks and fragments of tea sets and cups.

Liang Youhui had never seen Yan Xiaodao fight with anyone, a real fierce fight.

Yan Xiaodao's eyes were scarlet, and the left and right shoulders, waist and abdomen of the suit were cut sharply.When his right elbow was hit by his opponent's knee, he felt a piercing pain like a bone crack. He knew that the injury was serious, and this pain made him even more angry...

The killer is a Southeast Asian skin-colored face with hair dyed yellow and white. He is hired to do things for money. He doesn't speak Mandarin very well, and he doesn't need to talk nonsense at all. His goal is to get past Yan Xiaodao and go straight to Linghe.

It's also fortunate that the killer didn't shoot with a gun, perhaps because of his confidence, or more because he was concerned about the possibility of accidental injury.The space is too small, the theater is crowded, and a few meters away, there are rich and distinguished guests everywhere, no one can afford to be hurt, and whoever dies will be the headlines of the Internet tomorrow morning.

Yan Xiaodao carried Young Master Ling, and it was indeed too difficult to fight, so that he had to use his shoulders to carry the opponent's attacks again and again.The opponent looked at the gap, and suddenly stretched out an iron claw to slash at Ling He's left shoulder.

The man had a metal claw attached to his right arm.When this claw was cut off, it either cut off his arm, or cut off Ling He's arm.

Yan Xiaodao let go, and the sharp iron claw tore the air between him and Ling He, drawing a sharp Chu River Han boundary.Yan Xiaodao took advantage of the situation and threw Ling He back onto the wheelchair, kicked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and kicked the wheelchair out of the box in a circle.

He turned around coldly, raised his hand and slashed at the yellow-haired killer.

In the palm of Yan Xiaodao's fist, a sharp white blade appeared at some point, and he slashed diagonally at the opponent's abdomen, chest, chin, and bridge of nose from the bottom up!The man was caught off guard, and watched in amazement that the white blade almost ripped open his stomach, cut a line of blood, and his jaw was almost split into two petals in the shape of a "mountain".The swirling liquid burst out along the centrifugal force...

Yan Xiaodao splashed a few drops of blood on his face, turned around and ran out of the box.

The corridor of the theater has become a chaotic chicken farm amidst the roaring noise, all kinds of birds are running around and their feathers are flying around.The distinguished guests in the box who sensed that the situation was not right left their seats to avoid, and a woman with a long skirt fell on the ground in front of Yan Xiaodao.

Under the corridor full of people, the empty wheelchair was still in place, and with the last bit of inertia, it completed the last circle.There was no one in the wheelchair.

There was a "boom" in Yan Xiaodao's mind.

The clusters of light circles on his pupil membranes began to light up, turn white, and make his eyes dizzy.

In less than 20 seconds, Yan Xiaodao looked around blankly and shouted a few words in a low voice: "Linghe?!

"Linghe!!!"