Chapter 200: So cool, I want to learn (fourth update)

The curtains on the stage were drawn, it was pitch black, and the guests were whispering.

Originally they were all the younger generations or younger sisters of various big shots, and were frequent visitors to brothels. On normal days they would clink glasses and laugh loudly, but tonight no one was making any noise. The guests were all wearing sophisticated dresses or ankle-length evening gowns, and were as reserved as ladies.

Everyone stood neatly in the darkness, in black and white formations, all looking at the center of the dance floor.

The lights suddenly went dark, and someone struck the Sakuragi drum. The drummer struck the drum again and again, and the sound was hoarse and low, like a ghost whispering in the distant ancient times. The curtain opened, and a woman in white stood quietly in the center of the stage, with her long black hair loose.

"All the happiness in the world is like a fleeting flower in the shadow of the moon; only loneliness and pain are always with us in the depths of the underworld. The woman sang and raised her head slowly. Her face was as pale as paper, except for the corners of her eyes, which were a sad blood red."

She looked like a ghost from the depths of the underworld, but her figure was graceful and charming, like a peerless beauty wrapped in gauze, which made people's hearts flutter slightly.

At this point, Zhuo wouldn't be too surprised to see such a scene... Fengjian Liuli had already made him see too many surprises, so he was used to it.

Fengjian Liuli sang and danced, with her large white sleeves spread out like the wings of a white bird, covered with ancient characters written in ink. The left sleeve symbolized the rising sun, the growth of all things and the dreamlike world, while the right sleeve symbolized the rising moon, dry bones and cold sand and the eternal underworld.

The newcomer on stage is named Kazama Ruri, and the play is "Shinbian Kojiki".

Zhuo, who has watched "Dragon Tribe", has some impression of this. This is the dance that Fengjian Liuli performed for Caesar's trio, and she used it to explain the current situation of the Neon hybrids and form an alliance with them.

The plot is very simple, it is the story of Izanagi and Izanami getting married and then turning against each other.

The key points are: Izanagi gave gifts to the children and danced happily, while Izanami cried and sang behind a black gauze curtain.

The white human figure folds repeatedly, showing how sharp the pain of being abandoned is.

Finally: Susanoo's feat of killing the Yamata no Orochi.

After the performance, there was no noise in the lounge. Everyone was immersed in the performance. Some people felt lost, while others whispered.

"The master waved his whisk

Yinxiantai sees the name
Who is the gifted one?

Hundreds of disciples from the Immortal Sect

Flying everywhere on auspicious clouds
When will it be my turn to be an immortal——"

Utsunomiya Shuo hummed his own song intermittently.

He lay on his side on the garden hanging basket in the corner, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand. He took a bite and spit it out, took a bite and spit it out again... with his back to the dance floor.

As early as the first half, Utsunomiya Shuo turned around.

It wasn't that he didn't respect the performer Feng Jian Liuli, nor was it that he hated Feng Jian Liuli. If he hated him, he wouldn't have come here to attend the dance and suffer.

He just didn't like the story.

In fact, he doesn't like any of the stories in "Dragon Clan".

It's all tragedy.

From "Dragon One" to "Dragon Five", tragedy runs through it from beginning to end. No matter how cool the process is, how thin the ending is, no matter how many dirty words and love stories are told - they cannot cover up the blood and tears that have dried in their bones.

Knock, knock——

The basket was shaking slightly and someone was knocking.

Utsunomiya Shuo turned his head to look, and it looked like he was caught playing with his phone in bed.

But I saw a smiling figure standing one meter behind me.

"Zhuo Jun..."

Ruri Kazama had already noticed Utsunomiya Sou during the performance. He came after the performance without makeup and no one recognized him.

"It is you."

After seeing that the person coming was Kazama Ruri, Utsunomiya Shuo didn't seem to have any intention of getting up. He just lay on his side and talked, and even put his head down, continuing to rest it on the hanging basket.

Then he waved to Feng Jian Liuli who was standing there as if nothing had happened, as a greeting: "The performance was good, very lifelike."

"You're joking," Feng Jian Liuli knew that Utsunomiya Zhuo was basically not watching the performance: "What is Zhuo-kun singing?"

"The Secret of Music."

"Chinese song...the secret of happiness?"

He translated the word "le" into Japanese, which means 'the secret of happiness'. "Emmmm... about the same."

"Can you teach me?"

"Next time, next time for sure."

Even if you don't understand the joke, you can still get the general idea from Utsunomiya Shuo's tone.

Obviously trying to shirk responsibility.

"Fine……"

Fengjian Liuli had something on his mind, so he didn't force Utsunomiya Shuo to teach him the song and skipped the topic.

With a heavy heart, he walked forward, around the hanging basket, and stood at the edge of the roof.

He stood at the wind's outlet, an inch ahead of him was a hundred meters into the sky, and the strong wind made his long hair dance wildly like seaweed in the water... But he was not afraid at all, instead he slowly sat down.

Legs hanging out.

He is really brave, Zhuo thought.

Then, Zhuo saw Fengjian Liuli turning her head to look at him with a conflicted look on her face, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself from speaking.

"...Zhuo-kun."

"how."

Utsunomiya Shuo was still lying lazily. From here he could overlook half of Tokyo, with a gentle breeze blowing. It was so comfortable.

"...Zhuo Jun." Fengjian Liuli repeated it again.

"..." Is this feeling of resentment just my illusion?

Seeing this, Utsunomiya Zhuo thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke calmly:
"You finally can't hold it back anymore and want to confess your true feelings to me tonight?"

"..."

After hearing his slightly teasing words, Feng Jian Liuli's expression froze for a moment, and then she relaxed and shrugged leisurely: "Zhuo Jun, you are too narcissistic."

After saying this, he let out a long sigh, and in a melancholy tone stated the reason why he had to invite Utsunomiya Shuo out.

"I failed. I didn't kill the king."

"Oh?"

Utsunomiya Shuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, and like a gossipy woman, he handed him a grape.

"Expand and tell me."

As long as it's not a confession, you can talk about anything.

"..." Feng Jian Liuli took the grape that was still stained with water droplets and smiled bitterly: "You really guessed this result a long time ago."

Utsunomiya Zhuo glanced at him, then bit off a grape from the bunch, chewed it a few times, and spat it out of the building with a "puff".

There is neither confirmation nor denial.

Fengjian Liuli smiled bitterly again, put the grapes in her mouth, and imitated him to spit the grape seeds downstairs.

"I had definitely killed him. His blood had all been drained out, his body functions were completely destroyed, and I even tore off his face..."

Fengjian Liuli began to narrate the scene at that time.

Utsunomiya Shuo really wanted to hear this story. After all, the plot that was only briefly mentioned in one sentence in "Dragon Tribe" could be told by the person involved in person, and the feeling was completely different.

But Fengjian Liuli’s skill in eating grapes is really amazing.

Even though it was just a flash, Zhuo saw it clearly. He actually spit out the grape skin and seeds and only ate the pulp.

Amazing!
I want to learn!
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(End of this chapter)