Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 901

Is it the old fritters that have been mixed for a long time? As soon as Makise Kurisu opened her mouth, Sanwei Mask keenly sensed that something was wrong.

How can the king's concubine take the initiative to greet her subordinates?

And looks scared?

It quickly stood up to round the field.

"Please don't be too polite! Miss Makise."

The voice of the shamisen mask has a gentle smile.

"You can just enjoy it with His Royal Highness Luo Pei. If you have any orders, the subordinates will take care of them for you."

"Huh?...Oh, oh."

"This is the girl with the gap, you must have heard the rumors about her, right?" "Crying" stretched out his hand and pulled out a woman wearing a mask. "She seemed to be making a big fuss more than ten years ago, but it's actually nothing. Now she's a very kind and amiable guy like us..."

"……Hello."

In front of the father of all demons, the slit girl didn't dare to be presumptuous, so she could only grit her teeth and admit the lie of the three-flavored mask.

Makise Kurisu didn't expect the other party to be so polite, and hurriedly returned the gift.

Seeing that the Sanwei mask was still trying to flatter him, Luo Pei directly interrupted his subordinates.

"How's the prep work going?"

"Report Your Highness, it has been completed."

From the side of the three-flavored mask, a crow-headed alien came forward, who seemed to be responsible for the affairs of the 173 idol.

"After indiscriminate publicity, the number of people who came to the scene was around 8,000 to 10,000. Several compatriots were arranged around the stage to ensure the safety of human beings in case Miss 173 went crazy. Of course, according to daily training, Miss 173's self-control Power is absolutely fine."

"Why are there so few people?"

Rope frowned.

He looked out through the window, and the large circle of audience seats below was indeed not filled to one-fifth.

You know, the Tokyo Dome is a large venue that can accommodate more than 50,000 people.

"This... After all, it's the debut of a rookie idol..."

The crow lowered his head a little guilty.

"Besides, Miss 173's facial expression... um, how should I put it... In short, the publicity may not be satisfactory in some aspects."

After the seal was lifted, Miss Statue's facial expression has not been very rich.

This is quite fatal for an artist. Even if Miss Statue has top-notch looks, she can't always be popular with a paralyzed face, right?

"Since that's the case, then you'd better pray for 173's debut song to be strong. Otherwise, Miss Statue will be dissatisfied by then, and I won't care if she blames you."

"..."

In an instant, the crow's fur was soaked in cold sweat.

——Ghost knows why monsters have such things as cold sweat.

Luo Pei took Makise Koli to sit on the sofa, snapped his fingers, and the attendant quickly brought up the high-end red wine. The rest of the monsters retreated from the VIP box one after another considering the tolerance of their master's woman.

"It's amazing..."

"What does Hong Liqi refer to?"

"Miss 173."

Makise Kurisu looked at the empty stage, which was being prepared.

"In the SCP Foundation, the number of D-class personnel who died at her hands has always been at the forefront of the Foundation...I didn't expect that she was the first to adapt to human life."

"It can be regarded as Miss Statue's benevolence."

"Hey, Luo Pei, do you want to bet? That guy will definitely kill here in a while, if I win you..."

Luo Pei directly took an apple from the fruit bowl and threw it over.

"Shut up, I haven't seen you talking so much before."

"……snort."

The blond loli took the apple, her mouth grew to an exaggerated position, revealing her sharp canine teeth, and she swallowed the fruit with its core.

Not a long wait.

As the number of people entering the venue gradually increased, Makise Kurisu took pictures with her mobile phone and added a record to her "x-on:ch" account named "Kuri Gohan and Kameha Isao", when the lights of the venue went out.

——This announced the official start of the concert.

The stable and powerful host, the first-class lighting engineer and sound effects engineer, and the green leaves of other big-name stars joined in. When Luo Pei was about to fall asleep, the atmosphere of the scene was also mobilized.

Finally, in the soft music, the protagonist of the concert appeared.

"Hey, Ape, look, Miss 173 is so beautiful!"

"... I think it's average."

The idol's flamboyant outfits, short skirts and black stockings, her tea hair is meticulously styled with hairpins in the shape of narcissus pinned on it. She is cute with a touch of glamor.

Indeed, Miss Statue today is more than twice as beautiful as usual.

But how could a person like Luo Pei, who has been baptized by his appearance for a long time, make a fuss about this.

It is a pity that even on the stage, the expression on that pretty face is still thin.

173 picked up the microphone.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come here, and thank you for your trust in me. As a newcomer, it is a great honor to stand on this stage when I meet you for the first time. I hope you can feel my "love" for you..."

"Oh oh oh oh!! Smoked sauce is expressionless even in his debut!!!"

"It's great, it's as beautiful as in the video!"

"The sound is also perfect! No matter what album you release, I will always support you in the future!"

With a keen sense of hearing, Luo Pei heard the shouts of fans in the venue.

He turned his head in surprise.