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Chapter 640: Live Band Performance 3
After a few seconds of silence, the electric guitar suddenly "bang", and the deafening sound effect exploded in an instant.

The weird and gorgeous lights on the stage suddenly turned on, and then there were deafening screams from the audience.

The extremely fast guitar sound is unusually cold, the drums and bass are echoed vigorously, mixed with the thick tone of metal, and the sense of rhythm is super strong.

"What.happened.to.you!!!" The male voice, which was as low as a roar, suddenly shouted, completely controlling the heartbeat of the audience as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fat Ding's drum beat was even more explosive. An Yijun's black electric guitar was already extremely handsome, and his skillful and chic way of strumming made it enjoyable to watch.

The figure became faintly visible under the interlacing of light and shadow, and the air pressure in the audience suddenly soared. Everyone followed the man playing the guitar on the stage and waved their hands, screaming loudly, very excited.

Amidst the roaring sound, Maomao felt that the five people on the stage exuded a wave of magic power, making people feel like their whole bodies were plugged in with electricity, full of power.

I have to admit that among the band members, especially An Yijun, people can't take their eyes off. The mottled lights sprinkled on him, and at this moment he is like a fairy who is confusing the world.

"You.played.the.victim.for.so.long.now.in.this.game,

(playing so long a victim in this game,)
What.I.thought.was.true,

(What I thought was true was false,)

Is.made.of.fiction.and.I'm.following.the.same...

(But I am still obsessed with following...)"

He sang a song full of arrogance, his voice stretched to the extreme, coupled with the perfect band accompaniment, all the people at the scene were excited.

The guitar is fierce, the drums are loud, and the bass is going crazy. The thing that makes people want to scream together is An Yijun's crazy singing voice.

"...now. I'm.in.over.my.head,

(I have a big head,)
with.something.I.said.completely.misread,

(Totally misunderstood what I said,)
I'm. better. off. dead...

(I'll just die...)"

When it soared to the highest note, the audience went completely crazy.

An Yijun raised the microphone with his right hand, and shouted domineeringly: "Now, who owns this stage?"

The people in the audience kept screaming, jumping and waving their right arms, shouting: "An Yijun! An Yijun! An Yijun!"

The hot and dynamic rock music completely occupied Maomao's ears, and she subconsciously thought: My God, this is a concert at all!
An Yijun seems to be the king who controls the entire stage now. No one can escape his voice and surrender willingly to his music.

This kind of charm is like a superstar effect. Although he is still a little-known guy, he can make people cooperate with the music on the stage, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

The atmosphere was wild and enthusiastic, followed by an English rap. An Yijun's voice was so manly that it made all the audience feel as if they had been electrified, and their adrenaline soared instantly.

With his whole body leaning back, he quickly plucked the strings of the electric guitar, and the dignified high-pitched sound traveled through, majestic, giving people an impulse to stand on the tower with the guitar and burst out with passion.

An Yijun held the long black microphone pole with one hand, and the microphone was pressed against his white pointed chin. The light shone on his blond hair, and against a pair of eyes dyed with black lines, he looked even more bewitching.

His eyes are stern and cool, his strong sternness, his wicked smile, his current expression is simply amazing, as if he can control the whole world, confident and arrogant, arrogant.

After the song was over, after the guitarist plucked the strings and changed the tone, An Yijun made people addicted to it with the familiar "Young.for.you".

(End of this chapter)