In the spotlight, a figure slowly emerged like a rippling wave of water, and the hazy picture was like an impressionist painting.

Ethereal music sounded, and the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city were intertwined on this stage.

The figure was spinning lightly, like a flying swallow.

The man in black around him snapped his fingers as if he was catering to his performance.

"My God," Hans wiped his eyes in disbelief.

"So handsome," Xixi was stunned.

The figure gradually became clear.

A young man in a white suit and a white top hat dances under the light.

The soothing piano sounded, and the man's dancing steps gradually slowed down.

He was like an astronaut who had landed in space, his legs seemed to be unaffected by gravity, sliding on the smooth ground.

His eyes were clear and pure, like an innocent child.

But he was like a real artist, so focused, as if his performance was not limited to dance, but was devoting a colorful scroll.

The things he depicts are so light and energetic, like a ball of beating flames, burning like life, and like a ball of fireworks, illuminating the entire night sky.

He turned from time to time, as if the whole world was rotating with him. At this moment, he was the focus, like the sun, and the stars could only highlight his charm.

He would occasionally sing a few lyrics, and people knew that he would do his best to sing with him.

"You will never be alone, I will be with you for your whole life."

He held the microphone and sang to the fullest.

"Even if you are far away, I will wait here."

The audience on one side had long been infected by his emotions and hummed softly with him.

"I can't help myself, I can't stop loving you."

The music style changed and turned into a love song.

This expresses his feelings during his youth.

"You know what I think",

"The heaven in my heart hides love for you."

"Every phone call I make",

"It's like an angel singing."

His eyes showed his yearning for his first love.

Yang Jian, who was lying on the ground, closed his eyes, but there were crystal tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

His body kept trembling, as if it had a strong resonance.

At this moment, his mind was replaying the youthful events of his youth like a movie.

The beautiful memories restored his mind. Although his body could not move, he could feel the waves of memories like tides.

"The biggest regret in my life is not that I didn't marry a wife."

Yang Jian recalled in his mind.

"It's not that I've seen Jackson's concert with my own eyes."

"If I can have another life, I must get his signature."

When Yang Jian thought about this, he burst into tears.

"Is it impossible for such a wish to come true even when it comes to the world of dungeons? It's so frustrating to live!"

He felt even more at a loss and was now like a vegetable.

"Jackson, my eternal idol, if I can't see you with my own eyes, then I would rather end my life!".

"Slaughter", he called out his weapons.

"I order you to cut my throat immediately!".

"Master, the massacre cannot be executed." The massacre trembled slightly.

"It must be executed!" Yang Jian was determined and decisive.

Feeling the power of the contract, Maharaja couldn't help but press his head towards Yang Jian's body.

The music in my ears is still surging like flowing water.
Chapter completed!