Fei Yang took the lead in opening the topic of the battle of the gods on the player, but it is true that the new works in the topic sung by the singers and even the song fathers themselves are presented in front of you, Fei Yang But suddenly there was a sense of dazed frustration--

The list is indeed all big guys.

The works of a certain Qin Daddy in Qin Di, the works of a certain Qin Daddy in Qi Di, and the works of a certain QD in Chu Di, etc., are all called Fei Yang's formidable enemies in the battle of the gods.

It's just that there are so many works, whose song should I listen to first?

Some time ago, the feeling of loneliness caused by Xianyu's choice to be sung by Jiangkui suddenly came to my heart again.

Fei Yang was a little stunned to discover that, in addition to Envy, he had never regarded anyone as an opponent in his eyes.

Even if this is the battle of the gods.

Even other people are abnormal.

Even if someone might be better than Xianyu.

For Fei Yang, it seems that defeating Xianyu is far more important than winning the title of Battle of the Gods!

"Sure enough, I came straight to you."

The mouse wheel was turning slightly, Fei Yang murmured, his eyes flashed across the front row of a song, and finally couldn't help but lock Xianyu. It seemed that this was the only meaning for him to participate in the battle of the gods.

"I hope it will last."

Fei Yang read the title of the song.

Without too much hesitation, he just clicked to play in sigh and regret.

For some objective reasons, although Xianyu is not destined to be his opponent this time, the sense of gap in the punch is so strong that Fei Yang still chose to go first even if he knew that the other party’s work was not a threat to him. Click Xianyu's song.

"Lyricist: Envy Fish"

"Composer: Xian Yu"

"Singing: Jiangkui"

It seems to fit Fei Yang's mood at the moment.

With the passage of the subtitles in the early stage of the lyrics version, the prelude of "Hope for a Long Time" is played by the cello and then seamlessly connected by piano music.

In the melodious music, there is a touch of melancholy, and a trace of inexplicable loneliness.

"Oh?"

Fei Yang adjusted the earphones to a more comfortable position, and couldn't help but complain:

"Is it a lyrical route this time? I really gave up playing the charts. Last year's "Red Sun" is the most suitable song for the charts. The strong rhythm and high singing voice can draw the audience to that place. In the melody, the cells of the whole body can't help but cheer, and winning the championship is worthy of its name. In contrast, this kind of lyrical, how can it be with me..."

suddenly!

Fei Yang's voice stopped.

He adjusted the gesture of the headset and was also stiff in the air.

This makes his posture extremely unnatural.

Through the extremely comfortable sponge cover of the earphones, the female voice that came from inside was like a cloud and a cloud, and was as lazy as drinking on the moon, amplifying all the inexplicable emotions a little bit:

"When will the bright moon..."

"Ask Qingtian about the wine..."

"I don't know the heavenly palace..."

"What year is this eve..."

Fei Yang's hand dropped suddenly.

There was a faint sound of cracking silk.

All the loneliness and melancholy entangled in his heart broke instantly.

It was as if the thunder from the sky had split the black mist, and like a dazzling electric light pierced Tianxin!

Chop over without thinking!

Fei Yang was suddenly excited!

He feels that everything around him has changed.

The computer and earphone cables were twisting a little, and he seemed to be standing in a dark open space, with thousands of miles high in the sky and a lonely moon hanging above his head, and a corner of the palace in the sky was looming in the mist, and there was a fairy sound in a trance.

Ethereal like this, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Fei Yang has forgotten everything, he feels that he has never been smaller.

In the vast universe, he is just a tiny piece of dust, drifting with the flow.

The piano is still cushioned.

The cello is still laying.

I didn't drink a sip of the cold coffee at the table.

In the not gorgeous arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending in every vocal line still reminds Fei Yang:

I am listening to Xianyu's new song, rather than comprehending the avenue of the world.

He was aroused again.

The darkness and emptiness disappeared.

The computer and the long headphone cable are still in front of me.

It seemed that a moment of awakeness made the sound that rang in my ears become clear this time, and the singing came after another, like fireworks like a breeze.

"I want to go home by the wind..."

"Fear of Qiong Lou Yuyu..."

"It's so cold in the heights..."

"Dancing to figure out the shadow..."

"It's like being in the world..."

It is no longer a faint fairy sound like a palace in the sky, but a footsteps on the real world fireworks, but it is still unavoidable.

this moment.

Fei Yang's pupils were shrinking to the extreme, almost trembling at the apex of his heart.

If the computer screen is turned off at this time, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression will be reflected in the display.

When the singing sang "Zhu Ge, low Qi household, no sleep, no hate, what is going to happen to the other time," Fei Yang is already wrong.

who am I?

where am I?

What am i doing?

Obviously the singing is still going on, but Fei Yang's brain has gradually become blank, almost unable to think, and seems to have entered a wonderful philosophical state.

Then, his face became pale.

The sound in the headset gradually became winding and undulating, turning back and forth, like a sigh from thousands of years ago, or even another time and space.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by..."

The music paved the transition without rush or slowness, like regret, more like relief.

When Fei Yang listened to the song, he was awake again, and his hair was standing upside down, feeling the tingling sensation from his scalp.

But the brain still doesn't listen.

And the song from Jiangkui is not hoarse, and even some breath is depressed, but it seems to have a shocking power:

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.

He was silent for a while under the light, then began to gasp, and finally he took up the cold coffee and groaned it all.

"what!"

Cold coffee enters the lungs, cold, sweet and astringent, bitter, bitter and spicy. I didn't expect this lazy brew of instant coffee to taste all kinds of flavors.

Only then did he feel that the depressed air around him circulated a little, and he couldn't help but scream fiercely.

Thinking back a little bit.

He can finally speak normally.

"What's this!"

He opened his mouth with a strange cry, as if he had more desire to express the air, but he opened and closed his mouth for a long time, but he didn't say half of the extra words.

bump.

While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.

His hands seemed to be shaking slightly.

The tremor became larger and larger, until it was difficult to control.

He accidentally knocked off the phone.

The phone fell on the ground, the screen lit up, there were a few cracks on it, apparently just dropped.

However, Fei Yang’s focus is not on the need to change the screen of the phone.

This is a group chat interface ~lightnovelpub.net~ The chat record just stopped at the sentence "I can kill the gods in the lyrics part".

Ding dong.

There happened to be a message in the group, which was sent by Yin Dong, but there was no specific content, just a simple punctuation mark:

"?"

Fei Yang couldn't breathe again. He tried to control his trembling hands and desperately pressed the already insensitive screen. The content was basically the same as Yin Dong, but the amplitude was longer:

"????????"

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ps: I really want to explode in one breath like before, but it is indeed in a limited state. I spent most of the time sitting with me. Today, the two chapters have been written for seven or eight hours?