Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Han Qisheng lowered his head and didn't dare to lift it up. To see the expression on the face of the man above his head, he felt a heavy pressure on his body, and he couldn't move an inch.

The former system was struggling desperately in the space crack, Qu Yang sealed it, then stared at Han Qisheng, thinking about how to deal with this person.

Han Qisheng breathed heavily, even his head sank a lot, his thoughts were in a mess, and he remembered a lot in a short time.

He thought of the rehearsal for the third performance, the man in front of him stood on the stage, bathed in intertwined lights of various colors, as if a god descended, holding a microphone and carrying the audience with four high-pitched notes.

As for Han Qisheng, who came from a major, he naturally knew how good Qu Yang's singing skills were.

Later, he framed Ji Lin the day before the performance, trying to break up this group of young people with strong centripetal force, but in the end he couldn't do anything, and his leg was fractured due to conscious manipulation during the performance.

Twice, the young man actually felt that one fracture was not enough, and smiled and broke his legs again, saying that he was a little curious and wanted to see how the legs recovered.

This is simply like a perverted killer!

If this is the case, he is confident that behind him is Ling Yishan, who has billions of assets and unpredictable means, so he doesn't need to be afraid of Qu Yang at all. When this turmoil is overwhelmed by the army's brainless fans, he will still be a first-line idol. After operation, he will become the top. It's not impossible to even win the title of young actor.

No matter how strong Qu Yang is, in today's capital world, he will only flourish for a while, and then he will be submerged in the tide of the times, no different from those slobbering Internet celebrities.

But then, the truth of the plagiarism incident was exposed, Han Qisheng's reputation was completely rotten, and he was boycotted by the masses. Even because of his Gu-like fandom, the brainless fans stepped back and posted pictures of controlled knives, threatening to kill him to pay for Fang Qingzhuo's mother. .

Han Qisheng could only drive overnight to his adoptive father's residence to seek asylum, but saw a news push about Qu Yang in the car - the announcement of the GA Music Award tore up his luck.

Han Qisheng finally realized that the gap between himself and Qu Yang was like the difference between clouds and mud.

He hangs out in the three worlds of film, television and music, and his fame is all piled up by marketing, but he doesn't even have a single work that can be sold.

Some people turn into a dragon when encountering a storm, and when he becomes a street mouse in embarrassment and is spurned by everyone, he wins the highest honor in the music industry.

He finally understood that some people could carve out a road to the throne in today's decadent situation simply by virtue of their strength.

Han Qisheng could only be complacent about himself and Ling Yishan paving the way.

It's very easy to clean up whitewashing these days. It's easy to laugh at yourself, ask a marketing account to expose a few good things, attend a charity banquet, and pull a few traffic niches for comparison.

However, Han Qisheng didn't know until today when he eavesdropped outside the door that Qu Yang actually wanted to overthrow this increasingly obsolete situation where capital flows are the most respected!

This washed away his long-standing notions, and for a moment the shock overwhelmed the panic, but then Han Qisheng heard Ling Yishan's "trash" and Qu Yang's "chess pieces" slowly, and his whole body fell into an ice cave.

Hahahaha...

He is a chess piece that cannot stand on the table!Rats forever hiding in the gutter!

The accident happened too fast, before Han Qisheng had time to feel sad for himself, he heard the silence inside, Ling Yishan suddenly flew in from the outside, knocking him into the study as well.

He listened to the words "Quick Transmigrator" and "Death Penalty" in his ear, and raised his head. The omnipotent righteous father in his eyes turned into a string of data, and was taken into the black hole by the young man with a smile.

Kneeling at the feet of the Living Hades, Han Qisheng despaired.

What kind of existence did he provoke!

They are not on the same level at all, no matter from which aspect, the opponent is completely crushed.

This is a real dimensionality reduction hit.

Qu Yang didn't know what kind of remodeling Han Qisheng was going through in his heart, and he wouldn't care if he knew it. He took a step and approached this trembling young man.

The footsteps were silent, but the upper of the shoe was close in his field of vision. Han Qisheng's bloodshot eyes widened, and he stretched out his arms to crawl away recklessly, but his neck was pinched by a bony and cold hand.

The cold touch is like a poisonous snake, weak but inescapable.

Han Qisheng froze and was forced to raise his head to meet the smiling young man's eyes.

"So Ling Yishan is your adoptive father, he taught you the consciousness manipulation technique?" Qu Yang laughed.

At this time, it was impossible to say yes, and it was also impossible to say no, Han Qisheng couldn't hold back his words for a long time, and he didn't dare to beg for mercy without even answering.

Qu Yang didn't need him to answer, he let go of the hand on the back of his neck, and then pressed it on his head.

Han Qisheng was really afraid that Qu Yang would suddenly press down with a force that could break his leg or even worse.

With a smile in his words, Qu Yang discussed with him: "The consciousness manipulation technique doesn't belong to you, now I'm going to take it back, do you have any objection?"

Before Han Qisheng could reply, the terrifying consciousness invaded his mind, his consciousness, which was a circle stronger than ordinary people, shrunk, and his memory was tampered with.

The stinging pain spread all over his head, Han Qisheng couldn't hold on anymore, his neck tilted and he passed out.

Qu Yang withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, he chuckled, forged the will and Ling Yishan's body, clapped his hands, and walked out of the manor.

When the storm subsided, 0641 jumped out from his back collar, pulled out a stuck little foot, and slowly turned to the front, rubbing his curved chin.

"Host, I will never betray you! I will always stand by your side!"

Qu Yang smiled and nodded its head, with a gentle expression.

Of course he knew.

It is part of your past self.

Only you will not betray yourself.

On a sunny day, standing outside the gate of the palace, Qu Yang gestured apologetically, and went to the side to answer the phone.

"Damn it! Where did you get so much investment? I ran around, exhausted my contacts, and no one was optimistic about it. You are good, and you made a billion yuan without saying a word!"

Mu Sheng was overjoyed, and the demeanor of Xia Guo, a member of the Recording Society, was thrown aside, and his excited voice was very penetrating.

Qu Yang had been prepared for a long time, and turned the volume button halfway, even so, he still couldn't help but move the phone farther away.

"I told you, I have a friend..."

"But this is too much, right? One billion in working capital, what to do wrong, why invest in our music platform? If this is all in vain, you will become enemies because of this. "

"It's impossible for the enemy, alas," Qu Yang sighed, but the corners of his lips curled slightly, "To be honest, my friend passed away, this is the share he promised me, and it's all written in the will."

"This, is this so?" Mu Sheng stammered, thinking of several typical cases of murdering relatives and defrauding insurance in the law popularization column for a moment, the air-conditioning went straight to Tianlinggai.

In a sense, he did touch the edge of reality.

"My condolences." Mu Sheng was silent for a while, then politely expressed a sentence to comfort Qu Yang, "Death cannot be brought back to life, Xiao Fang, please be careful."

How can someone who can donate one billion after death be an ordinary friend?Hearing the choked sobs coming from the opposite side, Mu Sheng sighed: "Let's run the Utopia well, reorganize the domestic singing circle, and improve the national music literacy for at least five years, which is also to accumulate virtue for him."

Qu Yang suppressed a smile, he didn't expect Mu Sheng to believe it so easily, so he also said: "Yes, when Utopia develops, my friend should also be smiling."

He coughed lightly, and got back to the topic: "Singers participating in the Golden Melody Awards Ceremony, you try to win them over, especially solo singers, if you set up a small studio with others and don't want to join, you can cooperate first and then erode them a little bit. , those who have signed a contract with the entertainment company, if they are willing to poach people directly."

"Try to enrich the music library. The funds have already been spent. It should be enough for you to buy the copyright of the song. I have watched the process of the talent show. As expected of Mr. Mu, he is very fair and thoughtful. The mentor is also a powerful singer. This is the same as the advertisement. You and those guys are watching the docking next to you."

"Don't worry, when things get on the right track, these really powerful singers will naturally have a cluster effect, and the cost of inviting them to station will be reduced accordingly. Just pay attention to controlling the singer recommendations and various charts."

After talking about the existing problems of Utopia, Qu Yang saw someone waving at him not far away, signaling him to go over as soon as possible, and quickly ended the call: "Mr. Mu has been working hard during this time."

"Damn, that's where it goes. You've been busy enriching the MV section recently, and you've handled the planning well, so you've put yourself into battle."

After hanging up the call, Qu Yang adjusted his gray clothes and put his phone aside.

"Who?" Ji Lin was wearing a crown, gorgeous clothes, and a red cape. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "An advertiser or something?"

Qu Yang shook his head: "It's Mr. Mu."

"It's Mr. Mu Sheng, no wonder," Ji Lin posed happily, "I heard that the MV for "Ascension" we recorded will be the first one in it, and there will be an advertisement on the front page."

Ji Lin waved the king's robe loudly, while Fu Sixuan and others watched him suffer from the second stroke.

"Record it now!"

"Let his fans see what he has become a fan of, how grown up he is, and how loyal he is as an old player."

Qu Yang watched them fight while laughing, maybe because of the atmosphere, he also felt very lighthearted.

It is rare for him to get along with people so happily, so he knew that he was about to leave the world, so he simply came to record the MV today, as a farewell to these young people.

The director began to shout: "Over there, take your seat!"

The young people who were fighting all stopped, and walked to the front of the palace at the same time, brewing their emotions.

Qu Yang and the others are all poor people, with patched tattered clothes and tassel-like strips, with a unique damp and ruffian air.

As the recording started, Qu Yang stared at him with cold and sober eyes, and his lips squirmed with the lyrics, as if on a group night.

Qu Yang saw Ji Lin being ushered into the throne, put on the silver shackles, and finally carried to the guillotine screaming, holding back the urge to laugh, and sang the last line of the lyrics.

"Just let me see

Who hides in the dark and sincerely slanders"