"Please make way, I'm going to faint," but like Mo Xixi, everyone couldn't hear or distinguish clearly, "Yimo Yisheng, a thorough devil."
With a "whoosh", the black coffin was ruptured by the gas, the glass shattered on the stage, the specially designed glass that lacked sharp edges broke, and the man in a black see-through outfit disappeared in the white gas. More feathers fell from the sky, no longer Black Feather, this time it was white snow.
Was it real snow? A piece of snow also stuck on Xia You's face, the chilling snowflakes heightening emotions to another peak.
High in the sky, Yimo Yisheng holding a microphone with one hand, and hanging by the other hand above the crowd, his black clothing transformed into a Greek-style robe, beginning to move slowly across the Red Stone Stadium.
Needless to say, another sucking sound was heard. Xia You, like everyone else, looked up at the man in the sky, whose overly contrived actions flowed together with unmatched naturalness.
