In front of the microphone on the stage, a young woman with a guitar on her back was standing, in her twenties, wearing a black chiffon shirt, black denim shorts and black stockings. The overall look was simple and clean, and not charming at all.

When you look at your appearance, you will feel pure and refined at first glance, as if you are as leisurely and elegant as the environment in this bar.

Her voice was crisp and beautiful, and it was heart-warming. It was a bit of a small tune, which made people intoxicated.

A clear song, half a cup of turbid wine, while drinking wine, quietly listening to the pleasant song, the whole impetuous heart seemed to calm down.

A firework, half a lifetime of love and hatred, along the way, whether it is love or hatred, everything seems like fireworks, the brilliance of the past, what is left behind is only ashes.

Before he knew it, the song was over, but Ye Wutian felt that he was still unsatisfied. He called a waiter and handed her a few Korean won worth 50,000 yuan, and ordered: "Let the beauty on the stage sing the previous song again."

"Yes!" The waiter took the money and turned around and walked towards the stage, came to the resident singer, and explained Ye Wutian's request to her.

But in the end, the waiter left with the money.

"Sir, she said that those who understand her singing will not accept any penny; those who do not understand her singing will not sing their daughters." said the waiter.

Ye Wutian smiled indifferently and murmured: "He is really a unique woman, just like her song."

"Sir, you can take back the money." The waiter handed the money to Ye Wutian.

"No need, I'll give you a tip." Ye Wutian said casually. For him, the money he gave was like water he poured out, and there was never any reason to take it back.

"Thank you!" The waiter nodded to Ye Wutian and thanked him.

As soon as the waiter left, the music on the stage sounded, and the rhythm seemed to be the same as before.

Ye Wutian was a little surprised and turned his head to look at the stage. The woman on the stage also looked at him. The woman smiled like an orchid in full bloom, fresh and elegant, and untainted by the worldly world.

Looking back, the woman said to the microphone: "This song is called Yimihua, just like this flower, no one cares about it. However, it is my favorite song among all the songs I created, and it is also the song that can make me most affectionately devoted from creation to every singing. Here, I dedicate it to all friends who can look back on it."

After saying that, the woman devoted herself to it and sang affectionately.

It grows in the deserts of Africa. Many passers-by think it is just a weed and few people pay attention to it. However, one morning, it will quietly bloom beautiful flowers. It is an extremely gorgeous flower. It competes with the scorching sun in the sky on the African land, as if it wants to steal all the colors in the world. However, for it, blooming flowers means the end of life.

For this time, it takes four or five years or even six or seven years to find water in this dry desert and accumulate nutrients a little bit. After collecting all the nutrients needed for the buds, it blooms.

For this glory, it devotes all its nutrients. However, so many years of hard work can only maintain its beauty for only forty-eight hours. At its most beautiful moment, it witheres due to the exhaustion of nutrients.

Some people may think this is a very sad ending, but for Yimihua, it is a happy ending. At least it has been beautiful in this life, at least it has walked the last moment in its most beautiful posture.

Ye Wutian closed his eyes and quietly felt the feelings contained in every note. Between these lines, it seemed as if she could see the shadow of her hard struggle for that beauty.

Soon, the song ended again. Ye Wutian slowly opened his eyes, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

At this time, a waiter ran to the stage, came to the woman, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Xiaohui, there are a few customers below who are asking you to have two drinks with them."

"I seem to have said it a long time ago, and I won't accompany you to drink." The woman named Xiaohui replied calmly.

The waiter said, "But those VIPs who often come here for high consumption. I think you should go over and have a drink with them. Otherwise, if you offend them, the boss will probably ask you to leave."

Xiaohui frowned slightly.

In fact, it is normal to be harassed by customers in a resident bar, especially for women who are somewhat beautiful like her, it is quite hard to do this job.

Think about it carefully, she has been fired by several bars over the years due to such incidents. If she loses this place again, she may have to leave this city.

In desperation, she could only sigh and agreed, "Okay." As she said that, she took off her guitar and followed the waiter to the audience, and finally came to a table in the corner.

There were five people sitting on this table, all of which looked three or five thick, especially the bald head sitting directly opposite. It was wearing short-sleeved sleeves, a gold chain as thick as a finger hanging around its neck, and its two thick arms were covered with a green dragon tattoo, which looked very scary.

Seeing Xiaohui coming, a man with a buzz cut said, "Beauty, our elder brother likes you very much. There is no need to sing tonight. I will just have a bar with our elder brother. How about it?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to drink, I can only have a drink with you at most." Xiaohui forced herself to suppress the disgust in her heart and refused without any rudeness.

After hearing Xiaohui's answer, the men's faces obviously showed displeasure.

"I can't drink? I think you don't give me face, right?" A man with a scar on his forehead asked in a deep voice.

Facing these people, Xiaohui didn't have much patience, and her attitude quickly became cold, "If you can't drink, you can't drink it. Do you believe it or not."

"We come to your store to consume every day. Is this your service attitude? It seems that it is necessary to ask your boss to come out and talk." Another man with shoulder-length hair said with dissatisfaction.

The waiter next to him quickly hit Xiaohui with his arm and signaled her to apologize.

However, Xiaohui had no intention of apologizing at all and said disrespectfully: "Who do you like to talk to, whoever you like to drink, whoever you like to drink, I will not be with you." As she said that, she turned around and walked towards the stage.

Although she looks gentle and elegant, her personality is still quite straightforward. If it weren't for the work issues, she wouldn't have stepped down from the stage and said so much nonsense to these guys. At present, the other party is obviously having bad intentions, so she naturally doesn't have to force herself anymore. At worst, she can just change her place to work, even if she sells her skills on the street, it's better than selling herself here.

The bar is particularly quiet, and people are staring at Xiaohui. Those who come to such places to drink are generally more regular people, so everyone praises Xiaohui's character.

Xiaohui walked onto the stage, but she didn't sing any more. She picked up the guitar and turned toward the gate. Since she had offended these VIPs, it was inevitable that she would be fired. Instead of waiting for the boss to speak, it would be better to leave on her own.

However, the men had no intention of giving up. The four people except bald head stood up suddenly and rushed towards Xiaohui, finally blocking her way.

"I want to leave so easily? Do you think we can handle it?" said the buzz-haired man with a cold face.

"What do you want to do?" Xiaohui looked nervous. In fact, she had already expected the result in front of her. She knew very well that these people were not so easy to mess with.

"You don't know how to drink, it doesn't matter. Just serve our elder brother well tonight." The long-haired man smiled evilly.

Seeing the four people approaching step by step, Xiaohui retreated step by step, but she did not surrender and still warned firmly: "If you don't let go, I will call the police."

"If you want to call the police, then report it. The police and us are both old acquaintances." The scar man said distractedly.

Xiaohui frowned. Ordinary gangsters are quite taboo to police. Some gangsters with strong backgrounds generally have a relationship in the white road. To put it bluntly, the police and gangsters are a nest.

What he met at the moment was obviously not an ordinary gangster, but a group of gangsters. Xiaohui knew that she would be unable to escape this time.

After taking a few steps back, she leaned on a table, and she had no choice but to retreat.

When things developed to this point, they could only give up. He grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table and threatened the four of them, "I'm welcome if you get closer."

But her pose did not scare the four people in front of her.

"What a stingy girl. Come on, if you have the courage, just hit me on my head." The scared man walked to Xiaohui in two steps and pointed at his head and said.

As the saying goes, a rabbit bites people when it is anxious, let alone a straightforward person like Xiaohui. When the scar man came up, she did not hesitate at all, and she decisively raised the bottle and smashed it on his head.

"Bang!"

The wine bottle was smashed to pieces, and a stream of blood immediately flowed from the scarred man's forehead.

Seeing this scene, everyone around him was worried about Xiaohui. Everyone knows that offending these people who are mixed up will definitely not have any good endings.

Xiaohui herself knew this. Although she was very decisive when she started just now, her body was shaking slightly and her face was full of panic. After all, no matter how strong she was, she was just a weak woman.

The scar man fell back with a dizzy look, then raised his hand and touched his forehead. He took it in front of him and looked at the blood on his hands. He was furious, "Smile, you really dare to smash it!"

As he said that, he raised his hand to slap Xiaohui in the face. However, before he could wave his hand that had just been lifted into the air, his wrist was caught.

At this moment, everyone in the hall looked at the young man behind the scar man, and Xiaohui looked at him in surprise.

This young man looks about in his twenties. Although he is tall, he still seems a little invisible compared to the four people in front of him.

In such a situation where he dared to stand up, his spirit is worthy of praise. However, people are still more worried at this moment, and they have even thought of the scene of the young man being ravaged.

When he was silent, Ye Wutian said calmly: "Give you a chance, get out quickly." He didn't want to deal with these mortals as a cultivator, so he said so.

But to the audience, these words seemed a bit irrelevant. No matter from any perspective, the young man was obviously at a disadvantage. In this case, he dared to speak so hard. The first thing people thought of was that he must be drunk.
Chapter completed!