Chapter 73 Romance



Chapter 73 Romanticism

On the day of the Firecrane Festival, the capital planet was extremely lively.

Early in the morning, parade floats and flying ships flew endlessly above the sky, dropping a large number of holographic fireworks and simulated stars. Most of the main roads stopped driving, and the floats and parades of the festival celebrations were in full swing. Tourists and citizens from various star systems gathered on both sides of the road, and the scene was bustling.

Early in the morning, the image team sent by the Inspection Court hurriedly ran into the residence of the Chief of the Inspection Court.

Fu Jiao was not awake yet, and was grabbed from the bed in a daze and rushed to the dressing room.

"???"

The Supreme God, who was pressed on the chair and tied up with a bunch of hair, took a long time to react and looked at them blankly: "Wait... what's this for? Why didn't anyone notify me... hey, my hair!!!"

"We are the image management team sent by the Inspection Court, and we are here to develop an image plan for you."

The leading designer bowed to her, and the young hairstylist behind her touched her smooth black hair enviously and chattered.

"Oh... look at this hair, the hair quality is really good..."

"Yes, yes, you can tell at a glance that it has not been genetically optimized, it's pure natural..."

"Just seeing this young face, I have a design plan..."

Fu Jiao: "......?"

Young, young?

Dumb tape?

Well, it has been a long time since anyone said she was young.

At this point, it was useless for her to resist. She could only let him smear a layer of high-grade essential oil all over her body and push her into the bathroom with the mist steaming and adjusting the temperature. A tub of pink and purple bath water with the scent of roses was waiting for her there.

The Supreme God floated on the water with despair and laziness like an otter, while listening to the designer outside the door holding a book and reading aloud the skin care materials to her.

"One-third of a bottle of twilight rose essential oil produced in the edge galaxy, a whole bottle of aromatherapy wax oil airlifted from the test field, superconducting electromagnetic pore care device..."

Fu Jiao held her head in despair and sighed, silently sinking herself into the fragrant bath water.

The body of a god will not produce dirt, so taking a bath is just a kind of mental relaxation for her.

Considering that she might have to face more serious manipulation and adjustment in a while, she still soaked herself in the water for a long time, and only came out reluctantly when someone outside urged her.

Is it so troublesome to attend a party in the upper society of the Federation now?

...She regretted a little that she wanted to join the dinner at the temple.

After several hours of "delicate care" - at least that's what they called delicate care, Fu Jiao was finally pushed into the cloakroom. The leading designer still maintained a respectful attitude, coughed lightly, and asked his assistant to bring a few large boxes that were exquisite and beautiful but looked expensive.

"According to the suggestion of the president of the court, we have chosen this dress as your outfit for this trip..."

The designer paused suspiciously, and looked at Fu Jiao with a slightly sympathetic look, which made Fu Jiao feel a little puzzled.

"After all, it is the suggestion of the president of the court, and we have to accept it... Including the matching jewelry and jewellery, they are also selected according to the dress."

"If you have any opinions..."

At this point, the designer looked away and coughed again, looking very guilty, and even directly ordered the assistant to help her dress.

There was no more news.

Fu Jiao: "..."

She rubbed her right eyelid, which had been throbbing since she woke up this morning, and her eyes became even more confused.

*

It was seven o'clock in the evening and it was already dark.

Media reports called the capital city of Taipei a city that never sleeps during the Firecrane Festival. Now it seems that this title is not false at all.

The simulated giant tree phantoms standing in the city are shining with brilliant scarlet light. The sky is full of dazzling fireworks, and the night is not dark at all. The atmosphere of the Firecrane Market and the parade in the city center is extremely enthusiastic. The main roads like the blood of the city are full of pedestrians wearing masks and cheering. The explosion

of fireworks mixed with countless waves of noisy sounds rushing into the eardrums. The temple in the distance has also changed its previous holy and mysterious temperament. The fountain in the courtyard no longer sprays water, but deep red and rich wine. The electromagnetic barrier was rarely lifted during such a festival, and the distinguished guests who received the invitation entered the entrance with laughter and chatter.

The whole planet was immersed in unbridled revelry.

When Fu Jiao got off the special car that picked up the distinguished guests, the waiter arranged by the Inspection Court had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Miss, the president said he has a meeting to attend and will not be able to see you until about eight or nine o'clock in the evening," the waiter politely bowed slightly to her and motioned her to go into the temple. "Your authority has been adjusted to the highest level. The president ordered you to have fun and don't worry about anything else."

"..." Fu Jiao took a deep breath.

In the distance, the dazzling fireworks were so dazzling that only the flames were left in the sky. The velvet red carpet was laid out at the VIP entrance.

She arrived at the right time. Many young ladies and gentlemen were going through security check in groups, chatting and laughing. The waiter's voice was not loud but clear enough. As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jiao felt countless eyes behind her fall on her spine. It seemed that even the people around her were silent for a moment.

This should be related to her current dress.

The designer called it "the dress selected by the president himself for her". It was a sleeveless embroidered retro long dress with extremely exquisite workmanship.

It was still a ostentatious red color.

She remembered that as early as the Wasteland Civilization, this style was particularly popular in the upper court there. The layers of lace and hand-made embroidery are both elegant and outstanding, and also symbolize the insurmountable noble status of the guests. The back is a hollow embroidery design. The dark black and red embroidery matches the snow-white skin, and the color contrast is quite sharp.

However, the eye-catching point of this clothing is not the color or the style.

It is the hand-made pattern decoration on it.

It is a golden, brilliant, and beautiful griffin.

Yes, the embroidered pattern on her clothes is a golden griffin. The embroidery is integrated into the expensive silk, and the shimmering pattern is dotted with stardust minerals. It is very eye-catching when she is still. If she walks, the griffin pattern on the clothes is so vivid that it seems to be alive, following her footsteps brilliantly.

It is so ostentatious that it is almost like she is declaring her ownership to the world.

Or rather, it is his ownership.

The people in the upper class of the Federation are all shrewd people. How can they not see such an obvious hint? Fu Jiao was only grateful that the tradition of the Fire Crane Flower Festival was to wear a mask when participating in the event - although her matching mask was also a golden griffon decoration, it could cover half of her face, so it would not expose her face.

The Supreme God didn't know whose dog head he wanted to smash now.

At that moment, she deeply felt that parents who indulged their children too much would cause trouble.

It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter, we will settle it together after this Fire Crane Flower Festival.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath again, pursed her lips into a hard straight line, and followed the waiter who received her into the temple area where the event was open.

The eyes behind her were still burning, and the temple dinner area had not yet opened, but many guests had already gathered in the theater.

The traditional activities of the Firecrane Festival do include opera. The light in the huge theater is obviously much darker than outside, and the velvet blood-red curtain is tightly drawn.

The guests who come here are still seated, whispering to each other, the constant temperature system continues to operate, and the surrounding walls are painted with Baroque-style murals.

According to the waiter, the president and others should be in a meeting at the institute at the moment, and they can only rush to the venue after the meeting.

Therefore, he first led Fu Jiao to the top-floor box that had been booked in advance.

...

The chandelier was bright, and the huge wall of glass projected the grand scene of the theater below from above. The overall retro style seemed to be meticulously decorated in every corner. The carved tea table was already set with a fruit plate, drinks and snacks, which looked quite expensive.

Fu Jiao was not very good at drinking, but she was greedy enough.

As soon as the waiter left, she immediately poured herself a glass of wine and tasted it. It was spicy on her tongue, so she gave up.

She had to pick a few grapes to eat.

It was just after six o'clock in the evening.

As the guests arrived one after another, the opera was about to begin. All the lights in the theater were turned off, and only the ambient lights were on in the dim darkness.

The velvet red curtain slowly retreated, revealing a simulated night scene simulated by a holographic projection. The temperature, light, and sound systems are adjusted simultaneously. The slightly hot wind of the summer night and the noisy cicadas sound together, as if the seasons of the entire theater have turned in an instant.

In the darkness, the male actors behind the curtains appeared in complex medieval-style costumes, singing in a low, gentle voice in a language long forgotten by civilization. In

the dimness, even the lights in the top-floor box dimmed a lot. Looking down from the glass wall, the scarlet-red fluorescent light floats in the darkness, almost with a sense of lingering ambiguity.

Even the guests who don't understand music can hear that this is a love song.

Relaxed, peaceful, calm, even to the point of making people drowsy.

Fu Jiao's right eyelid twitched slightly.

"Snap!"

With this slight spasm of the eyelid, the chandelier suddenly went out, and the entire private room fell into complete darkness.

The air was dead silent, and there seemed to be nothing else except the floating slow love song. The heroine finally appeared on the stage. The male and female protagonists in retro and complicated clothes moved around on the stage, connecting more red fluorescent lights flickering in the darkness, as if they were simulated fireflies flying in private.

In the dead and stagnant darkness, the Supreme God exhaled heavily and reached out to rub his right eyelid again.

The eyelids that had been twitching all day finally stopped twitching.

——"In the most traditional Firecrane Festival, opera repertoires usually use lingering romantic sadomasochism to praise the supremacy and holiness of pure love."

"But unfortunately, I personally have never appreciated this style of work. Compared with lingering sadomasochism, perhaps betrayal and love-hate relationship is more in line with my aesthetics."

The footsteps behind him were extremely subtle, after all, they were stepping on the blanket.

The fiery red slightly curly long hair fell on the shoulders, teasingly and itchy.

When the lights came on again, the neck was already sprayed with the warmth of human exhalation, and the voice was more hoarse and frivolous than thousands of years ago.

Guan Jiu lowered his eyes, and his chin rested on the Supreme God's shoulder from behind. Through the reflection of the glass on the entire wall, Fu Jiao saw that the androgynous beauty behind him had a pair of blood-red eyes that were as sharp as those of a lion's eagle.

It was like a jellyfish on the seabed finally caught its long-desired prey silently, and the paralyzing toxin had already penetrated every inch of skin at some point.

"......Good evening, Supreme God."

"Your dress is really ugly."


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