"FUCK, why is this guy staring at me?"
Jilu felt a chill down his spine as Lin Baici watched him. Could he know that I understand music?
God no, please!
Actually, Jilu had considered taking the initiative to drum, but after witnessing the couple's performance, he chickened out.
The girl from the couple performed very well, flawlessly even. Her death was solely due to the extreme intensity of the pollution.
By human standards, let alone the God Hunter, no one could handle it—it was a limitation of the flesh, not a sin of combat.
Everyone was cursing and in utter despair; they all thought the girl's performance had been perfect, but who would have foreseen such an ending.
"God Lin, what should we do?"
Apa was feeling helpless. He hated this kind of pollution; if it were about killing people, he could slaughter all the music fans at this festival.
Swish!
