After mixing up with this long-time old fritters, Makise Kurisu opened her mouth, and the shamisen mask keenly felt that something was wrong with the scene.

How could the king's concubine take the initiative to greet her subordinates?

And it seems scared?

It quickly stood up to round the field.

"Please don't be polite! Miss Makise."

The voice of the shamisen mask has a gentle smile.

"You can just enjoy it with His Royal Highness. If you have any orders, your subordinates will do it for you."

"Huh?...oh, oh."

"This is a slit woman, you must have heard her rumors?" "Cry" reached out and pulled out a woman wearing a mask. "She seems to be a big mess more than ten years ago, but it's actually nothing. Now she is a very kind and amiable fellow like us..."

"…Hello."

In front of the father of the demons, the rift girl didn't dare to be presumptuous, so she could only grit her teeth and admit the falsehood of the shamisen mask.

Makise Kurisu didn't expect that the other party would be so polite and hurriedly responded.

Seeing that the shamisen mask was further to please his posture, Rope directly interrupted his subordinates.

"How was the preparation before the show?"

"The report, Your Highness, has been completed."

From the side of the shamisen mask, a crow-headed alien came forward, seeming to be responsible for the affairs of 173 idols.

"After indiscriminate publicity, the number of people who came to the scene was about 8,000 to 10,000. There are several compatriots around the stage to ensure human safety in case Miss 173 goes crazy. Of course, according to daily training, Miss 173's self-control There is no problem with strength."

"How come there are so few people?"

Rope frowned.

He looked outside along the window, and the large circle of audience seats underneath hadn't filled one-fifth of it.

You know, Tokyo Dome is a large venue that can accommodate more than 50,000 people.

"This... is the debut of a rookie idol after all..."

The crow lowered his head with some guilty conscience.

"Besides, Miss 173's facial expression... well, how should I put it... Anyway, the publicity may not be satisfactory in some respects."

After the seal was lifted, the facial expression of the statue lady has not been very rich.

This is quite fatal for an entertainer. Even if the statue lady's face is top-notch, she can't always go red with a facial paralyzed face, right?

"If this is the case, then you'd better pray for 173's debut song to have hard power. Otherwise, Miss Statue will be dissatisfied, and she will blame you and I will not care."

"..."

In an instant, the crow's fur was soaked in cold sweat.

—The ghost knows how monsters can have such things as cold sweats.

Luo sat on the sofa wearing Makise Kurisu, snapped his fingers, and the waiter quickly brought up the high-end red wine. Taking into account the tolerance of their owner's woman, the other monsters withdrew from the VIP box one after another.

"It's amazing..."

"What does Hong Liqi mean?"

"Miss 173."

Makise Kurisu looked at the empty stage, which was being prepared.

"In the SCP Foundation, the number of D-class personnel who died in her hands has always been at the forefront of the Foundation... I didn't expect her to be the first to adapt to human life."

"It's also a statue lady who seeks benevolence and benevolence."

"Hey, Rope, do you want to make a bet? That guy will definitely kill here soon, if I win you will..."

Rope took an apple directly from the fruit plate and threw it over.

"Shut up, why haven't I seen you talk so much before."

"…Humph."

The blonde loli took the apple, her mouth grew to an exaggerated position, showing pointed canine teeth, and swallowed it directly with the flesh and the core.

It's not a long wait.

As soon as the number of admissions began to increase, Makise Hong Lisu took a photo with her mobile phone and added records to her "@ch" account named "Li Gohan and Turtle Wave Gong", the lights in the venue went out.

-This announces the official start of the concert.

The stable and capable host, the first-class lighting engineer and sound effect engineer, and the green leaves of other big-name stars joined in. When Luo Pei was about to fall asleep, the atmosphere of the scene was also mobilized.

Finally, in the soft music, the protagonist of the concert appeared.

"Hey, look at Ape, Miss 173 is so beautiful!"

"...I think it's normal."

The idol’s flamboyant costumes, short skirts and black stockings, tea hair is carefully managed, hairpins with daffodils pinned on them, with a touch of coldness in the cuteness.

Indeed, today's statue lady is more than twice as beautiful as usual.

But how can a person like Rope, who has been baptized by appearance and value, make a fuss about this.

Regrettably, even on the stage, that pretty face still has a thin expression.

173 held up the microphone.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to come here, and thank you for your trust in me. As a newcomer, it is a great honor to stand on this stage when I meet you for the first time. I hope you can feel my "love" for you..."

"Oh oh oh oh! Smoked sauce is expressionless even when she debuts!!"

"Awesome, as beautiful as the one in the video!"

"The sound is also perfect! No matter what album you release, I will always support you in the future!"

With a keen sense of hearing, Rope heard the shouts of fans in the venue.

He turned his head in surprise.