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on the stage.

The clear melody floats from the piano, appearing soft.

It is like a village under the sun, undisturbed by the outside world.

However, at this moment.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, his fingers... suddenly paused.

With a click, it stopped abruptly.

Professor Liang shook his head again. If this is his student, I'm afraid... will be trained.

During the stage performance, there was a mistake...

next moment.

Chen Zongheng's fingertips, play again!

But the melody is getting faster and faster!

Murderous, spreading...

It seems that a big battle is about to break out!

The sudden killing changed everything. Over the calm and peaceful village, endless dark clouds rolled in, covering the world...! !

Everyone's breath is involuntarily held.

The violent and passionate melody, like a violent storm, roars!

They seemed to feel it.

The endless rolling yellow sand, countless people and horses, are constantly fighting frantically!

Roar, blood, killing, crying...

Thrilling murderous intent is constantly erupting!

When everyone thought it was the peak, Chen Zongheng's fingertips flowed a more exciting melody!

Push the wave of rhythm to the top!

Chen Zong's hands are like phantoms!

All the audience in the audience felt as if their hearts were held tightly at this time, and it was hard to breathe.

It seems that the tragic picture of the war and smoke of the horse leather shroud appeared in front of my eyes...

At the moment when the rhythm suddenly rose, Professor Liang's face had already changed!

Such an immersive performance is close to the realm of transformation!

To achieve such a high level of performance, he has only seen world-renowned masters in his entire life...! !

How old is this person in front of you?

Regardless of the superb skills, the mere means of promoting emotions made him feel unbelievable!

If he didn't stand on the stage, he would even think, which master is performing on stage!

Professor Liang's hand trembled slightly.

The performance of this time alone, the people on the stage are enough to rank in the top ten in the world!

Offstage.

Regardless of Qiushuang, or Xiao Rongyu, Zhou Ruotong.

Qiao's face was shocked hard to hide!

In the beautiful eyes, there are brilliance!

Such a man is simply...so attractive!

Zhou Ruotong secretly made up his mind: "One day, I must let him accept me...!!!"

Behind, Yuan Liqiao's face was full of complex expressions.

However, at this time.

As if the endless wave of slaying sounds came to an abrupt end.

For a long while.

Chen Zongheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

Om...

A long-lasting sound of rest, humming endlessly.

at this time.

Countless people in the audience are still in a sluggish state.

I haven't recovered from the melody just now.

Chen Zong's eyes were indifferent, but he couldn't hide a trace of loneliness.

In my mind, a smiling face lingered.

The piece he played is about... the past.

Ren Jie...

are you fine?

At the beginning, Ren Jie was attacked and killed, and Chen Zong was angry and set off a monstrous slaughter!

until now!

He never stopped, the killing of the temple!

Chen Zongheng bent up and left slowly.

And, until then.

All the audience broke free from the complex and unspeakable mood!

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the hall!

At the same time, there are countless young girls with loss in their eyes.

In the center of the snowy stage, a figure in a black suit plays the piano gracefully...

That scene is deeply imprinted in their minds, lingering.

If they weren't for their family members, I'm afraid there are already many girls who can't hold them back, and want to find out Chen Zong's phone number.

Chen Zongheng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw an old man with white hair coming over.

A few younger mentors were also clustered beside him.

This is Professor Liang, the head of the Music Department of Fuxing University.

"Little friend, I don't know what is the name of this song you played?"

Chen Zongheng carried his hands on his back, his eyes were calm, and said, "Broken the formation."

"Okay, what a broken array!" Professor Liang trembled his hands and nodded, "I never thought I could still enjoy such a master's playing in Shanghai during my lifetime..."

Chen Zongheng looked plain, neither denying nor agreeing.

There used to be a small country royal family who bid millions of euros to come to the Royal Concert Hall and play a piece.

However, Chen Zengheng refused.

This... is just his little interest.

Nearby, several music tutors looked at Chen Zong with respect and awe.

Such a young master, they... this is the first time they have seen it.

But on this one, what is particular about... is talent, not seniority.

That piece of music just now, like a general who is fighting to kill, overlooking the world, makes people unconsciously trapped in it, and the emotions are impassioned.

Give them another ten years, it is impossible to play such a tune!

Chen Zongheng said indifferently: "There are still some things, I won't be with you."

After that, he turned and left.

Behind the scenes, Professor Liang's faces were a bit complicated.

Qiu Shuangxia had already ran over. At this time, she naturally hugged Chen Zongheng's arm with a smile on her face.

"Uncle Chen, who is the person who spoke to you just now?"

...

not far away.

Yuan Li, who was about to walk over, stopped, his heart filled with sorrow and sorrow.

With the end of the literary evening.

A red-hot Kawasaki HR2, the engine roared, driving out of Fuxing University!

However, at this time.

Several figures stood up from the side of the road, cursing.

"Mother, this woman has finally figured out..."

"Stop talking nonsense, and report to the boss!"

quickly.

The intelligence spread to the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce like a gust of wind!

Che Fan lay in the hospital, staring at the intelligence with a ferocious expression.

"Chen Zongheng, aren't you good at hitting him? I will kill all the people around you!"

"I want you to live forever... endless regrets!"

next to.

The middle-aged man in a black suit has a scar on his face.

At this time, his expression was a little worried, "Young Master, this matter...or should I discuss it with the president of the car."

"No need!" A gloomy look appeared on Cha Fan's face, "My father is cautious by nature and would never agree with me to take the shot... But I really hate it, I can't wait to cramp Chen Zongheng...!!!"

"Just follow the plan I said!"

"Yes!"

Following the scar, the middle-aged man bowed and left.

Che Fan's face was gloomy and he dialed out the phone.

Successive plans were frustrated, making him feel that there might be a ghost in the family!

Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce.

Che Zejian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands on his back, overlooking the night view of the Shanghai Sea.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

As if he had expected it, he was not surprised when he saw that it was a car sail.

Che Zejian's eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "Everything... is ready?"

"Not bad!"

In the eyes of Che Fan, there seemed to be a flame, enthusiastically jumping, "Tonight's Shanghai Sea will surely...will cause a killing!"

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