One-star idol counterattack plan

As the lights of the huge curtain flowed, it quietly turned into a gorgeous appearance with red as the main body and golden edging.

Different from the slightly quiet tone at the beginning, the moment the golden and red curtain unfolded to both sides, the joyful and joyful little tune resounded clearly throughout the stage like a bird leaping high.

The light white mist first occupies the line of sight, and then the white and magnificent temple, the extravagant and luxurious decoration, and the strange beauty of blooming flowers complement each other, catching the eye with an extremely gorgeous scene.

But even more intriguing are the performers in the center of the stage.

The clothes are complicated and the manners are dignified, but there is a high reserved and arrogant face on the face.They are gods that are different from humans but very similar to humans.

Corresponding to the cheerful music, the performers standing on the outermost layer dance gracefully, nodding their heads, raising their hands, and bowing their waists. Under their interpretation, the originally intense and complicated movements are like butterflies flying among flowers elegant.

The singing voice gradually began: "Good wine, delicious food, beauties, the incomparable beauty in the world, all gather at the banquet of the gods."

"Praise the gods, praise our light, praise our kindness, everything on the earth has meaning because of us."

The melodious tune seems to tell an epic story, and the next moment becomes more high-spirited and brighter.

At this time, huge waves and foam gushed out from the stage behind, and a god in white was surrounded by slowly taking a step, raised his arms, bent his waist slightly, and jumped up like a feather blown off. A dance of incomparable lightness and incomparable beauty.

Brilliant blond hair loved by the sun, blue eyes as gentle as water, and captivating charm with every frown and smile, easily captured everyone's attention.

At this time, a sentimental chant appeared: "But if a peerless beauty appears, there is no god who can not bow his head for him."

The gods, who were dancing on their own, spun around a few times as if being overwhelmed, and then gradually approached the most central blond god by coincidence.

Just raising their eyes, the flames radiated, and they realized that each other was a potential enemy.

"The best flowers, the best wine, there are many riches in the world that can be given to the gods."

"But there is only one best beauty (but there is only one best beauty)."

The gods did not retreat, but fought unyieldingly against the nearest enemy. The originally elegant movements gradually became rough, and their gestures were mixed with desire and victory. The intense heat in the song gradually increased, and the dance also increased.

The scene was suddenly tense.

The accompaniment of "Boom" suddenly broke in.

Like driving a chariot, the fiery red-clothed god rode a thousand riders, split the road from the outside, and easily cut a road to reach the blond god.

The pure white shawl is raised in the rough movements, and the free and neat dance moves away the others who are fighting.

As if laughing and taunting others, the flaming God of War directly pulled the God of Beauty and circled half a circle, forcing him to match his rhythm and swear his sovereignty.

The blond beauty looked dazed and was led to dance.

The majestic and proud singing sounded: "You can see the unparalleled brave man, his strength, his bravery, that is the only candidate."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, the music paused, and then changed into a soft minor tune, which seemed to be a question, a guess.

In the next moment, another person appeared out of the crowd. He was dressed in dark blue and had long purple hair. His boundless wisdom and discernment appeared on him. His extremely precise and rigorous dance drove the others to attack together.

"If you understand the magnificence of wisdom and the depth of thinking, you will definitely not say such ridiculous words."

The dance movements of the gods closest to the God of Beauty tend to be consistent, and they are all in a state of complex and fierce struggle, and they all look like they will never fight.

The gods on the periphery hesitated for some reason, the rhythm gradually slowed down, and they resumed their elegant posture at the beginning, retreating to the inconspicuous rear, as if returning to the banquet, giving them the stage, and watching the changes.

"Only one prize is the greatest temptation to the gods who are rich in everything."

The sudden change of music is full of killing intent, and the intersecting sounds of drums, horns, and weapons arouse people's hearts to speed up and heat to surge up.

The battle between the god of war and the god of wisdom intensified, and some gods were convinced by the two, and they voluntarily joined the same faction to fight together.

The rough and fierce dance and the calm and self-sustaining dance are in full swing.The ignorant Goddess of Beauty swayed around to the left and then looked curiously to the right. Her light dancing posture was like a dragonfly touching water, lingering leisurely among the flower branches.

Just as he was playing happily, a cold white hand stuck out from the hidden darkness and blocked his way.

A veiled surprise was added to the intense music.

Like an erratic dark cloud, the man in the short black cloak appeared with quick steps, grabbed and pulled, retreated and turned around, bringing Beauty into his own rhythm, dancing fast and slow , a dance that is hard to keep up with.

The cloak covered the man's face, but his singing was not hidden at all.

The man took a long breath, and his voice was cold and cruel: "No matter what is beautiful or ugly, it will eventually return to me, the end of death."

Goddess of Beauty showed a terrified expression, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of death, so he could only be forced to dance along, walking towards the dark mist without stopping.

The god of death, full of darkness, flies around, revealing the cold white arms and waist covered with tattoos. He raises his arms, draws his hands, and turns around. His neat and capable movements are like black butterflies spreading their wings, chasing the end of death without any confusion. Towards a grand new life.

Bewitched by this bewitching beauty in a trance, the Goddess of Beauty couldn't help approaching, the movements of her feet became a bit slow, and the movements of her hands had already gone out, but she accidentally knocked off the cloak of the God of Death, revealing those dark green eyes that implied astonishment .

The hidden surprise in the music turned from dark to bright, and instantly turned into monstrous anger.

The moment the cloak was lost, the magic of deception seemed to be ineffective, all the gods looked in the same direction, and the fireworks of the battle were rekindled on the other person.

They want to gather in a circle and trap death in it.

Naturally, the cunning God of Hades would not allow them to get what they wished. With erratic dance steps, they turned and moved lightly, like a slippery fish, and nimbly got out of the encirclement.

The god of death with long silver-black hair and emerald green eyes smiled recklessly, danced a provocative dance beside the angry God of War, passed by the stern-looking God of Wisdom, and stubbornly pulled him into his own rhythm, destroying his team...

The stage that was divided into two parties was messed up by him, and everyone unknowingly danced back to the original dance, guarding others vigilantly and coldly.

Compared with Hermes, the god of freedom, on this stage, it seems that only this god who guides death is truly free.

In the end, he gracefully turned around and bowed slightly, as if to say goodbye to them: "If love coexists with beauty, does hate coexist with you?"

Just like when he came, the god of death quietly disappeared into the darkness.

The music returned to peace and joy.

And the god of beauty returned to the center, still with a moving smile and a charming figure, which instantly stimulated the other gods to turn red-eyed and fight into a ball.

In the gradually noisy and intense background sound, the gods fell down one by one and stopped their voices, while the other gods left slowly in fear.

In the end, only the still beautiful blond god remained on the stage.At this time, the song reached the end tune, gradually sinking slowly, like a long-lasting bell, sighing heavily.

The Goddess of Beauty skipped over every loser lightly, lowered her head slightly, and stayed beside them for a short time as if observing them, circled the entire stage, and stood at the original position.

Raising your hands, bending your waist, and turning your elbows, it takes only a moment for the dance to change from soft to intense. It is a dance that belongs to the strong.

The innocent and ignorant god smiled meaningfully.

Those gentle blue pupils slowly revealed the color of ice, and he softly sang the last lines:

"Loveisn''tfree. (Love is not priceless)"

"Are you prepared to give me everything? (Are you prepared to give me everything?"

…………

Xiang Ming stared closely at the projected stage, clenched his fists, and without saying a word, walked out of the lounge alone after a long while, and ran to the passage behind the stage connected to the lounge.

After a while, the gods who hadn't changed their clothes reappeared in front of them, with beautiful and luxurious looks.

However, he ignored the most eye-catching Yang Yu, rushed straight to the rear, and grabbed the black-clothed god.

"Huh?" The man raised his clean and beautiful green eyes and looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't remember what he had done at all.

Xiang Ming was even more angry with his appearance, he squeezed his subordinates tightly, and gritted his teeth: "Why are you not C?"

Before the game, he clearly agreed to compete with him, but now he still acts like he doesn't know anything. Was he deliberately playing tricks on him?

At this moment, he actually forgot the worries about winning or losing at the beginning, and only felt angry for himself, wasting so many expectations on this bad guy.

Xing Dou raised his eyebrows knowingly, and waved to Yang Yu and the others who turned their heads to look here, signaling them to go first.

Although the curiosity is almost overflowing, but Xingdou's usual serious and indifferent appearance really has a backlog. The people in Class A have the heart but not the guts, so they can only quietly discuss in the group, not daring to show this state of watching the excitement.

Even Wen Lun, who played the part of the God of Wisdom on the stage, didn't dare to make a mistake, hesitated for a while, and then obediently left.

Only then did Xing Dou slowly pull out his hand, and calmly replied: "Isn't the reason obvious? Because there is someone more suitable."

It seemed calm, but Xiang Ming didn't believe it at all.

"With your strength, how can you still say such a thing?" He smiled angrily, took a step forward, and directly pushed him against the wall, "Or did you do this on purpose just to humiliate me?"

Are you deliberately mocking him with a posture that is not a C position at all but can still crush him?

"You seem to have made a mistake." The silver-haired god seemed to retain his indifference on the stage, "I don't have time to pay attention to my defeated opponent. What I want to do, what I want to do, has nothing to do with you. Got it ?"

"..." The young man with blue hair pursed his lips tightly, his bangs blocked his eyes, and remained silent, still not taking a step back.

Xing Dou was too lazy to entangle with him, and bent slightly to walk out of the semi-encircled circle.

"Wait." Sensing his thoughts, Xiang Ming stopped and hugged the black-haired boy's waist in desperation, "Speak clearly first."

"I've made it clear." Xing Dou wasn't used to being so close to people, so he increased his strength and pushed the person away a little annoyed, "I didn't promise you to be the C position as well, and I didn't want to compete with you again .”

"The you now are not worth my pursuit. If you understand, don't come here again."

He dropped this sentence indifferently, and left without looking back.

Xiang Ming stared at him with a stiff body, his footsteps were so heavy that he couldn't even take a step, as if he was bound in place by the words just now, unable to move.

He had already lost in the first game, and he had witnessed the impressive performance of other people. The situation he faced at this moment suddenly made him feel unspeakable indignation and sourness.

"...you don't look at me anymore?"

Obviously, I don't even know your name yet.