Chen Ze lay on the bed, his face a picture of confusion, for he truly hadn't expected the Wind Moon Band to play so whimsically.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Lafra leaned on Chen Ze's shoulder, curiously looking at him.
"It's nothing, nothing." Chen Ze shook his head. For this concert, Chen Ze could only say one thing.
Hastur, as long as you're happy.
Apart from that, Chen Ze really didn't know what else to say. After all, aside from using a large number of Earth's songs, Hastur had assembled a professional team from another world.
God knows what Chen Ze was feeling when he first saw those four guys in black suits and sunglasses, dancing with a coffin on their shoulders.
"Is this band very popular now?" Chen Ze pointed at the image before him, crowded with a throng of demons.
Chen Ze even saw a few creatures of unknown races donning flashy clothes and forming the Wind Moon Band's emblem.
