Every year, 7o5 movies are born in major film companies and in other places. It is normal for a big-produced movie to be widely promoted until it is released at the beginning of filming. ()

So when the Salilei family of Sardinia claimed to make an unprecedented investment, all the journalists who received invitations to the public press conference also went to the venue with a routine attitude - the venue was Beverly's most famous "Observatory" nightclub. Its strange name is that the hall of this nightclub has a high and all-round rotating hemispherical roof and a remotely controlled skylight and an observatory.

"What did I see in the ass of the Virgin?"

We cannot accuse the reporter of the "Light" newspaper for being vulgar in his words - although this newspaper called "Light" actually relies on the large amount of vulgarity, sensational content, unprofessional writing techniques and naked women who appear every day to successfully enter the third tabloid of the Western Continent Federal Sales is not very suitable for a human being who knows what polite and implicitly is - but the white text hanging in front of the black venue clearly reads: MGolak Global Tour.

"I can guarantee that guy must have done it with you."

A reporter beside him sarcastically sarcastically said that in addition to the reasons why his peers were jealous, there was also a great advantage of the reporter of the Light News that always made these fellow workers who were still in the category of normal humans deeply dissatisfied - they were always able to make up any news as they wish and could put the front page of the Light News openly on the front page of the Light News as long as it was thrilling and attractive, even if you made jokes at home and abroad, it was not a big deal - as long as it could satisfy their boss's preferences, and his wallet.

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"Mr. Black, you don't have to be so nervous at all." Alex said calmly. "You are in the best appearance and physical condition now (the soul is generally in two states - the best time and the two latter at death will generally expose all the previous scars, while the former can show the most glamorous side of the deceased in his lifetime). You will not feel tired, will not feel thirsty or hunger, and will not make any mistakes - unless you cannot concentrate but will not concentrate, the physiological elements that will stop you from concentration are gone - the only thing may be your emotions."

Migao was silent—like some special rooms for observation and concealment. This VIP room faced the walls of the outer room with large chunks of one-way glass. His relatives and some close friends had already sat on the rostrum of the reception. The reporters were puzzled and eager to try their expressions reminded Migao of the so-called "friend" who surrounded the lambs and wolves, including the so-called "friend" who had hypocritically approached him to please him and gained his trust and then betrayed him ruthlessly.

He immediately turned his head - not ignorant of fear, not hatred, not sadness - this is human instinct to escape what has caused harm to himself.

But the soul was shaken for only a moment. He immediately turned his head to look at the proudly-sung human beings-and then turned to his relatives. Although they had also brought pain to themselves, they were still more happy - especially their two children. The difference between two years old was only two years old, boys and girls did not change much in these five. Although their custody of the father was constantly scrambled for his legacy and song copyright after his death. Even newspapers and magazines claimed that their father was an incompetent person. The two children had no blood relationship with him. Just as the white and winds of Migao were twisted into bleaching. Their white skin color and delicate facial contours were also regarded as evidence of having children out of wedlock. They completely ignored the results of DNA tests and the reality of more than one black and white couples having dark or white skin.

But they still maintained themselves in this chaos. () Perhaps this is related to Migao's education. Migao's many strange ringworms are caused by his own father's strict and cruel discipline and restraint. Migao is also very strict with his own children. But in a much more appropriate and humane way, he firmly opposed "beating children". He has a firm belief in his heart: he must educate children as much as possible - fortunately. He has indeed done this before he passed away. "The most obedient, least spoiled and most stable child." This is what a friend of Migao said.

Just like now, two newly grown children sat peacefully on the rostrum. They responded to the reporters' kind and malicious eyes with programmatic smiles. They raised their heads quietly and slightly, and sat upright and elegant.

"I'm proud." Migao murmured. He looked at Alex and nodded.

"very good.

”

Alex said that Migao didn't know if he made some gestures or had a secret code to the press conference, and the noise and chaos outside rushed in like a tsunami.

Mi Gao waited for the heavy sound wave to affect himself, and it passed through his body and left nothing behind. He didn't vomit or have a headache-yes he wouldn't be hurt anymore.

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All eyes turned to the suddenly opened door.

Just like the most brilliant and healthy moments of 5 years or 1 c years ago, MG Blake, who was as young and healthy as the most brilliant and healthy moments, walked in with great strides surrounded by bodyguards.

The reporters first saw his most famous white socks, black leather shoes, immortal shiny gloves and iconic military jackets inspired by the soldiers' clothing from the Return of Triumph. This is a new battle - when he quickly walked past his children.

At that time, his little daughter couldn't help but shouted "Dad"... Although she had been told that Migoleke was made by a three-dimensional projection, when Migo really appeared, she still couldn't control herself.

Migao turned around and looked at her: "Hey my little blanket." He responded intimately and reached out to touch the child's head-but his daughter felt nothing.

It was very quiet around everyone, with their eyes wide open and they looked tightly as Mgao Black handed across the child's head.

Migao's sister covered her mouth. The small blanket is Migao's nickname for children. This nickname is also considered to be one of the evidences of Migao's tinea dysfunction. In fact, what is the first concept when a normal person thinks of a blanket? Warm, soft and comfortable... not sexual. Just like some parents would call their children a small pumpkin. This does not mean they will eat it.

Too real and terrible - after the silence was broken by Sister Migao's whimper, all the reporters finally remembered their duties and took up their weapons - a recording notebook and a camera.

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"You're going out?"

Yalix asked.

Lily nodded.

Of course she could not go out and hide behind Alex in fact, she could not do anything other than the initial proposal - she knew that once she went out, she would undoubtedly have a peaceful life completely broken - as the once dead Migo grew more and more influence the media would not let anyone out of it.

But she decided to go out--not that she hadn't thought about it or that she thought she was omnipotent, just that she couldn't give things to others forever.

She pushed open the door and walked out.

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Migao turned his head to smile at her under a snow-white flashlight and then said sharply to the reporter: "Does the Torrell company and the 'mysterious' and 'strong' three-dimensional projection production team have to make a fuss about illusions?" and "After asking questions such as "a stereotyped phantom is used to hold a so-called concert in the name of the dead?" Migao took two steps forward and jumped onto the round table in the venue in a depressed exclamation - "Okay, let's have some dance now." He snapped his guitarist and took down the guitar behind him like a possessive - and then Migao sang the famous song "fulaii" on the table.

In this song, "Moon Walk" appears for the first time - that is, it seems to be walking forward slowly, but in fact it is constantly sliding backward and is interspersed with rotation and sudden stops centered on the heels and toes; the soles of the feet are like pulleys or turntables.

After a brief pause, the guitarist simply played a short pass through the door and played again with a familiar tune. This time it was one of his equally famous and interesting and sharp satirical songs.

“…

They sent me news

Printed in the weekend newspaper

I want to tell them

I'm not a king

I firmly believe

Everyone is equal

Whether you are right or wrong

Nothing can change this truth

...

I'm tired of this kind of fallacy

I'm tired of such material

I'm tired of business

...

Gangs, societies, ethnic groups

Each of them dominates

Relationships are constantly traumatized

This is world-class

Regional war

I'd rather listen at the same time

both sides

No about race

Just about faces and places

You must know

Your blood

Be clear about your location

I see

The light is dimming

My life

Not for a certain skin color

Don't say you agree with my comments

When you are maliciously hurt in front of me

…”——(Note 1)

His dance steps are so natural that it is difficult for people to call it dance; even if the movements are incredible, like wave steps, the large fluctuations in the whole body require high flexibility, but the drifting effect is unique, and the sudden movement of the whole body stands like a robot, and exaggeratedly swings left and right, laughing silently... These are dance steps that interpret the more interesting movements in life by human bodies, either lightly or strangely, full of charming power.

When the last note disappeared, Mi Gao was standing in front of the guy who betrayed him. He looked calmly at the dark brown eyes of the man in front of him, and the extreme tilt of the whole body that countless people talked about appeared. It is said that this inclination angle can reach the highest level of him falling forward little by little, and the betrayer can't help but move back little by little - until the former reaches the level very standard, he starts to retract his body - the latter is angry because of the unintentional timidity.

But before things were finished, Mi Gao stood up again and stretched out one foot and slowly stepped on the recording pen that the seller threw on the table... The audience was silent and then he obviously kicked the round recording pen with the tip of his leather shoes. The round recording pen immediately rolled on the smooth marble desktop and dropped to the ground with a snap.

The betrayer was so angry that he couldn't hear the sound of gasping around him jumping up and rushed up to grab Mi Gao's trouser legs and pulled him down - he couldn't catch anything and his body was out of balance and his chin staggered against the hard table. Blood suddenly flowed from his mouth.

He got up unwillingly and began to punch Mi Gao again and again, but his fists were futile again and again.

Pass through.

Mi Gao looked at the corner of his mouth quietly with a smile - it looks like this is such a wonderful thing that you can never hurt me again and will never be able to.

The reporters were shocked that Mi Gao could touch the real thing in the illusion. The reporters began to laugh. They thought it was just a gimmick using some magic techniques, such as magnets. The flash lights kept on and never lost the news sensitivity. The photographer, who was really and promptly photographed his colleague's stupid look in a very embarrassing way under Mi Gao's feet.

"Oh don't be excited, my dear, that's just a three-dimensional projection..."

"Don't ask too much, maybe that friend doesn't understand what three-dimensional projection is... Our big shot may not even graduate from elementary school."

The betrayer who became famous because of Migao's documentary tape has become a dark red, perhaps not only his blood vessels, but also his whole body explodes with anger. If the red people are more "noble", then we can probably think that he is deliberately red in his skin to change his race...

"What do you mean?!" He shouted in a vague way, it seemed that the impact just now hurt his tongue: "I want to accuse you! No matter what you want to do! - A group of shameless bastards actually made a pedophile look to scare me!...I want to accuse me and sue me!"

Although his voice was unclear, he roared like thunder and almost everyone could understand what he meant.

Cooperate with Mr. Idiot.

Laura Di fountain pen tweaked a few turns between her slender and beautiful fingers—to borrow a certain animation company’s opening remark—“The performance has begun.”

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The trailer for the next chapter: The King's final performance - please look at me and look at me - because I am not good at justifying, but you can look at me and look at me and look at what kind of person I am...
To be continued...