Ji Sheng was pinched by him, squinting his eyes in pain, but his brain turned quickly.
If Xie Xuanming was the one who kidnapped Ji Hui, then there was no need for him to warn Ji Hui not to appear again.
It was not Xie Xuanming who killed Ji Hui.
And Xie Xuanming didn't know that someone wanted to kill Ji Hui.
Ji Sheng wandered out of the sky, unconsciously grasping Xie Xuanming's wrist, his fingertips gently rubbed against the wrist bone, begging him to be more gentle as if begging or coquettish.
Ji Sheng thought.
Since Xie Xuanming doesn't have extreme thoughts about the current "Ji Hui".
Then I can approach him with confidence and boldly, and get the information I want to know.
Just as he was thinking, there was a loud roar not far away.
"Ji Hui, what are you doing! I've called you three times, come here!"
Ji Sheng came back to his senses, his jaw loosened suddenly.
Ji Sheng was pushed hard, took a few steps back and staggered to his feet.
When he looked up, the car window had already been slid up, and Xie Xuanming's cold gaze disappeared behind the privacy glass. The black car started slowly and passed in front of Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng followed it with his eyes, watching it drive into the underground parking lot.
"Ji Hui!"
The agent roared again.
Ji Sheng turned his gaze back and walked quickly towards the manager.
While sitting on the leather sofa in the private room, Ji Sheng began to think about how to get close to Xie Xuanming.
Xie Xuanming is also in this nightclub at the moment. This kind of place is not something that "Ji Hui" can come to whenever he wants. If he misses this time, he doesn't know when he will have the opportunity to contact him again.
It is an opportunity not to be missed.
Just as Ji Sheng made up his mind, the girl sitting next to him suddenly let out an exclamation. Ji Sheng looked over and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting down close to the girl.
Ji Sheng recognized this man. A few minutes ago, the manager smiled eagerly and pushed himself in front of him.
"Brother Jiu, this is what I told you, Ji Hui."
The fat man named Brother Nine looked him up and down: "Is that the kid Xie Xuanming played with?"
Before the agent could speak in the future, he grinned and showed his yellow teeth, and stepped forward to flirtatiously around Ji Sheng's waist: "I just like playing with the ones Xie Yingdi played with."
Ji Sheng felt goosebumps all over his body from the salty pig's hand on his waist and hips.
He thought to himself that this man's sexuality is so fucking strange, if Xie Xuanming knew that there was such a person who was obsessed with "his people" all day long, with his mad dog's food-protecting temper, this fat man's rotten teeth would not be enough to knock him off.
Ji Sheng is quite happy to watch dogs bite dogs, but unfortunately Xie Xuanming is not a Pokmon, and he can be there whenever he is called by throwing a poke ball.
So he could only smirk, get out of Ninth Brother's arms calmly, and find a corner to hide in the private room, leaning against the wall on three sides and people on the other, to block the possibility of being harassed to the greatest extent.
Ji Sheng was geographically isolated from harassment, and the girl next to him was not so lucky. Brother Jiu started to move his hands and feet after sitting down. His fingers as fat as pig intestines touched the girl here and there, making the girl stiff and trembling in fright. Hidden back.
The girl is not very old, and she belongs to the unlucky child who wanted to sing and dance well, but was tricked into a lair by an unscrupulous company. Now meeting Brother Nine playing hooligans without concealment, the little girl's face turned pale with fright, she dared not move or resist, tears were hanging in her eyes, and they were about to fall.
In this way, the scene where I see pity even more arouses the malice in Brother Jiu's heart.
"What does the little girl do?"
"Singing... singing." The girl leaned to the side, helpless like a willow branch,
"Singer." Jiu Jie smiled and posted, "Singer is good, beautiful and promising, and she sings nicely in bed."
The little girl trembled, her trembling became more like a willow branch.
Her eyes were moist, and big tears could not stop falling down.
The girl's cry attracted many people's attention
"Yo Ninth Brother, you're so unsympathetic, the little girl was scared to tears by you." A younger dude laughed loudly.
Other people's teasing made Brother Jiu lose face, he suddenly changed his face, his face was full of flesh and blood: "Why are you crying? You put on a face when you come out to sell, look down on me!?"
"No...no." The little girl shrugged her shoulders and cried even harder.
Brother Jiu wanted to scold him again, but Ji Sheng couldn't stand it anymore.
Although he wanted to protect himself wisely, he couldn't push the little girl out to prevent disaster.
"Ninth brother, don't be angry."
Brother Jiu raised his eyes upon hearing the sound. Seeing the black-haired boy in the corner looking up at him, the mole of tears loomed in the lower eyelashes.
His neckline was wide open, his white neck was exposed to the air, and his bony collarbone was dazzling under the light and shadow.
Ninth Brother lost his anger in an instant, and was replaced by a mouthful of evil fire, swaying into his heart.
"You're the one before Xie Xuanming, what's your name—Ji..."
"Ji Hui."
"Yes, Ji Hui." Ninth Brother slapped his forehead, and he stuck to the girl through the girl, his wretched smile reappeared, "What do you do?"
"drummer."
"Hello drummer." Ninth Brother's smile widened, "Come to Uncle tonight, and Uncle will lend you his belly, so you can sit on it and beat it like a drum."
When Brother Nine lost his temper just now, many people had already paid attention to this side, and now seeing him speak yellow accents to a slick boy, those people burst into laughter. Someone even took advantage of the situation and booed: "Old Jiu, what are you doing out of sight? Just let this kid show off on the spot, and let us also admire your belly, what a natural sound you can play!"
Ninth Brother became interested: "Xiao Ji, now everyone wants to see you show your skills, will you give Ninth Brother this face?"
"Face must be given." Ji Sheng smiled lightly, "But Brother Nine has a high status, and my strikes are neither serious nor serious. I am really afraid of offending, so let's show it on a drum."
The spectators were about to boo, when Ji Sheng picked up a foreign wine bottle on the table and wiped the mouth of the bottle with paper.
"Drumsticks." Ji Sheng said concisely, "As for the drumsticks..."
He turned to look at the girl who had finally stopped crying, and said softly, "Can you lend me the hairpin on your head?"
"Hey." The girl was stunned, took off the two plastic hairpins on her hair, and handed them over timidly, "This, is it okay?"
Ji Shenghui gave her a comforting smile.
He took the wine bottle and borrowed the hairpin, and those who were not interested were a little curious.
Brother Jiu looked at the mouth of the bottle with a wide thumb, and at the dangling hairpin of Ji Sheng's slender fingertips. He couldn't wait to prepare slowly, so he shouted impatiently, "Why don't you still do it? Hit it?"
Ji Sheng ignored him, and lightly twirled the hairpin half a circle in his hand.
This is the first time he has touched the "drumstick" since his rebirth.
Drum used to be Ji Sheng's half life, his whole soul.
In his previous life, a scar cut open his life, stripping away his bloody soul.
Now…
Ji Sheng flipped his right hand. The wrist bones are smooth, and the protruding tendons hide violent factors that are about to move. They have been suppressed for too long, and now they finally have a chance to see the light of day, and they bend down like a lion hunting, with a numbing roar brewing in their throats.
Ji Sheng let out a breath.
long time no see.
Ji Sheng didn't move for a long time, Brother Jiu was about to get mad, but he was surprised to see the quiet boy suddenly change his expression.
He raised his hand, and with two hairpins and a bottle, he knocked on a storm.
"Boom"
The first sound hit the hearts of the onlookers.
It should actually be "ding", or "clang".
After all, in the common sense that people know, glass can only make these two kinds of sounds.
But that crisp sound hits the ear, but it is actually more like a thick "boom", the fierce sound wave directly presses the listener's heart.
Before they had time to catch their breath, the drumbeats like a storm had already buried the sky and covered the sky.
If the sound of music can reflect the emotions of the musicians when they play.
Then the endless thunderstorm of drums in the box was probably created by a ferocious, venting, furious, and ecstatic drummer.
Ji Sheng beat the "drum" almost crazily. Years of percussion skills have clearly been integrated into his blood, but he didn't care about it.
At this moment, he just wants to sink into the storm he played, and embrace the falling thunder and rain with open arms.
But the show has an end.
One last tap.
Ji Sheng chopped off the "drumstick" without any effort.
There was a crisp jingle, the wine bottle was overwhelmed and shattered in that decisive sound, glass shards splashed everywhere, and there was a scream.
Under the horrified gazes of the people around him, Ji Sheng exhaled slowly to calm his turbulent mood. A few seconds later, out of control and violentness disappeared into his face, he lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, he had returned to his previous timid and harmless appearance.
"Thank you for the hairpins." Ji Sheng returned the hairpins to the staring Liuzhi girl, and said gently, "They are beautiful and strong, just be careful when using them, don't accidentally scratch your guts .”
The stunned Jiu Ge suddenly felt a chill in his stomach, and unconsciously clutched his stomach tightly.
Ji Sheng looked down at the broken glass and wine splashed on his clothes: "I'll deal with it."
He got up, said goodbye politely, opened the door and went out.
The people in the private room looked at each other, and no one dared to stop him.
Ji Sheng got out of the box, looked at the long list of room numbers in the corridor, and couldn't help sighing.
Where can I find Xie Xuanming
While he was worrying, the door opened not far away, and the two came out talking and laughing.
"Didn't you say that Best Actor Xie is here tonight? Why don't you go and say hello?"
"Wait a minute. I just asked. He is not in the room. He probably went to the bathroom."
Ji Sheng's heart moved, and he followed the signs and walked towards the bathroom.
After entering the bathroom, Ji Sheng was in trouble again.
A resplendent nightclub will naturally be equipped with a resplendent toilet.
The doors of more than a dozen compartments were closed neatly, Ji Sheng pushed two or three, and then he was too embarrassed to knock on one of them.
He could only retreat to the door, standing helplessly in front of the sink, cleaning up the stains on his clothes while waiting for someone to come out.
Ji Sheng was concentrating on peeling off the glass shards on his clothes when he was suddenly strangled by someone.
Brother Nine suddenly hugged Ji Sheng from behind, scratching his greasy face randomly on his neck.
"Fuck." Ji Sheng turned his head and couldn't help being forced to swear by the enlarged pig's face.
Brother Nine was unaware of Ji Sheng's nausea, he inhaled the fragrance of the boy's body intoxicatedly: "Honey, your drums are so good, it makes me so excited... If you don't believe me, touch it—"
He grabbed Ji Sheng's hand, trying to reach his lower body.
Veins twitched on Ji Sheng's forehead.
Clay figurines also have a three-point temper, not to mention that Ji Sheng had just finished beating the drum fiercely, and his mood was not stable at all. This wretched fat man also used his white moonlight—"drum"—as a sexual suggestion.
It just stepped on his minefield all over the place.
"I'm not only good at playing drums." Facing Brother Jiu's shameless actions, Ji Sheng smiled instead of anger, "Beating people hurts too!"
He broke free from Brother Nine's shackles, clenched his fist, rushed forward with his finger bones, and punched the fat piled up jaw hard.
Ji Sheng dared to do something, so he naturally had confidence. He has practiced drums for many years, and his arms look thin, but his muscle strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.
When he was in the underground, he made a name for himself among a bunch of ruffians who were not easy to mess with by virtue of his harmless face, explosive and stable skills, and heavy punches that demand money and life.
Now facing brother Jiu who is several dozen catties fatter than himself, Ji Sheng is still sure that he will suffer.
But he missed a little bit.
He is not Ji Sheng now, but Ji Hui.
Compared with Ji Sheng, Ji Hui's small body is really a bamboo pole figure without exercise and nutrition.
He was a drummer who became a monk half way, and he practiced for a short period of time. He didn't have any muscles in his arms at all, and his physical strength was extremely poor.
Just now, Ji Sheng's unrelenting venting style of play has exhausted all of Ji Hui's physical strength.
At this moment, when he punched out and hadn't touched anyone, Ji Sheng was startled to feel powerless.
Sure enough, his soft blow was easily intercepted by Brother Nine.
Brother Nine squeezed the thin and smooth wrist, and said with a wretched smile: "Honey, so you like to play rough games, just right, I like it too."
He pushed Ji Sheng onto the sink, screamed in pain and pulled the back of his head, forcing Ji Sheng to raise his head high, exposing his fragile neck.
Brother Nine became more and more angry. While rushing to untie his belt, he grinned:
"No wonder Xie Xuanming fell in love with you. You really look like Ji Sheng. Unfortunately, that unlucky bitch is dead. I can't sleep with him, so I can only feel wronged and try a low-end version..."
Ji Sheng lowered his head vigorously, stared at him coldly, thinking what the hell did I do before I was alive to attract this kind of person's peeping, and after changing my body, the ghost still lingers, haunting me like a ghost.
A few traces of hostility flashed in his eyes, he raised his knees slightly, aimed at a certain part, and was about to strike ruthlessly.
Brother Jiu was so immersed in the lust of the beauty that he got it, he didn't pay attention to the changes in the expressions of the people under him.
He laughed fiercely, and Ji Sheng pushed his knee hard.
"boom!"
Before Ji Sheng succeeded, a certain compartment door was thrown open suddenly, and a person stepped out of it, Ji Sheng didn't have time to see clearly, and his body lightened.
The man picked up Brother Jiu with one hand and threw it out like trash.
Brother Jiu's feet were off the ground, and as he was flying out, the rebounding compartment door slammed into his face hard, making the fat inside tremble twice.
Brother Nine fell to the ground, screaming like a pig but before he could utter his words, he was picked up by his collar again.
He raised his eyes angrily, his legs went limp when he saw the man clearly, and he almost knelt down.
"Thank you...Xie Xuanming..."
Xie Xuanming looked down at him, his eyes were dark and fierce like a wolf.
"Just now, who did you say you wanted to sleep with?"
The author has something to say:
Xie Xuanming—God of Toilet War
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