Chapter 115 Strong Face Slap

  The music played by Xia Wanyuan with leaves unexpectedly swam around softly, melodious to the ear, softly like a vermillion bird, and the gurgling water in the night, it seemed to lead people into the situation of a moonlit night in the mountains.

  The audience's anxious mood, calmed down in the soft music.

  About two minutes later, Chen Yun sent a message to Xia Wanyuan, informing him that the debugging was completed.

  Xia Wanyuan stopped, but the audience was still unfinished.

  【I have such a slight hunch, maybe we are going to slap in the face. . . 】

  【Me too. . How can I blow the leaves so nicely? 】

  【Stop bluffing, don’t you want to compose? Hurry up? 】

  "Everyone can start sending bullet screens. I count to ten, and intercept the first bullet screen in the scrolling chat box as the first lucky guest."

  Xia Wanyuan finished talking about the rules, the audience thought it was fair, the scrolling barrage in the chat box is very fast, especially the more barrage the fans send, the faster the scrolling, which is completely beyond human control.

  At this moment, everyone's enthusiasm was aroused.

"begin."

   Xia Wanyuan gave an order, and the barrage in the live broadcast room swarmed like a tide, and the scrolling of the barrage was also displayed in the live broadcast room in real time.

   "1, 2, 3...10 time is up." As Xia Wanyuan pressed the pause button, the barrage in the chat box stopped scrolling.

   "Congratulations, I'm going to bed early for getting the first place today. Now you can make your request in the live broadcast room."

  【I want to go to bed early: fuck! ! It's me! ! ! Ahhh! ! I was playing a game recently. I especially liked the young general in it. He died for the country and ultimately failed to be with his beloved. I have never found a song suitable for him. 】

  This netizen’s words resonated with many people. This is a very popular antiquity game. The young general and the enemy’s female spy are among the most abusive but popular CPs.

  Xia Wanyuan looked at the discussion in the barrage, and roughly knew the character's role and experience.

  Slightly thought about it, and then sat down in front of the Guqin.

  The prime finger raised lightly, and the quietly turning piano sounded.

The sound of the piano this time was extremely low from the beginning, and the rhythm was swift, as if the mountains and rain were coming, bringing people into an era of fighting among the crowds. The sound of the piano was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if the sword was about to be taken in the next second. Out of the sheath.

   "Jade Mountain is stacked on top of each other, the battle flag is flying, and the sword is pointing to the frontier."

  Xia Wanyuan gradually accelerated the rhythm of the piano, and the piano pitch was high, and a young general in iron armor seemed to step on a horse, raising a piece of wind and sand.

Jin Ge iron horse, war sounds everywhere, Xia Wanyuan's ten fingers fluttered, as if she was not in a pavilion, but a battlefield of a thousand miles of blood mountain, even through the screen, the audience seemed to feel the cruelty of the real battlefield fighting. breath.

   "Whose eyes in Qinhuai cold night, burning moon, and cheeks under Changsheng Street, dyed with sunset."

  In the high piano sound, some soft tunes gradually increased, and Xia Wanyuan's voice was a little softer than before, as if under the troubled times, there was still a moment of peace and tranquility under the moon and lanterns.

  People seemed to see the young general wrapped in gold armor, dressed in a white robe, leaning against the fence and looking at their beloved girl, with bright eyes, softening the spring of March.

  "With a sword offering sacrifices to mountains and rivers, this body is given to the country, this heart is given to her, keep my old appointment, and go to Frost and China in the next life."

  Jin Ge iron horse, flying sand and cloud smoke, the sound of the piano gradually becomes rush, but there is still some pain in the rush, people seem to see the long yellow sand, the former lovers are now facing the two armies.

  The setting sun was like blood, and the young general swung his sword up, guarding the feast of mountains and rivers behind him with his body, with swords and guns connected, and a piece of bone;

  The horn of victory sounded, and the general was wounded all over his body. When he was dying, his eyes were looking in the direction of the enemy.

  This life will live up to the country, only the next life will live up to the Qing.

  In the latter part of the song, the guqin sounds like a whimper, but in the deepness, there is another lightness in it, which is relief and relief.

  After the song is over, those who have played the game in the barrage, and those who have not played the game, are all immersed in the artistic conception created by Xia Wanyuan.

  【I really shed tears. 】

  【My God, although I haven't played a game, I am really touched and I really want to cry. 】

  【I also love this general and stand upright, but I have no choice but to shoulder too many responsibilities. I will live up to my country in this life, and I will live up to Qing in the next life. My tears are worthless.

  [Grass, I am a big man, but my nose is sore after listening to this song. 】

[That war scene is so real. Although I have never been on the battlefield, I just seemed to be standing on the edge of the war watching them fight. I have heard so many songs, and I have never seen the reality of the scene being restored. Such. 】

At this time, the user named "I want to go to bed early" was already crying and couldn't help himself, "That's how it feels! My goodness! I have listened to a lot of songs, either I just wrote about their love, or I was sad, but This ending is really good. The general did not fail the country, and his heart did not fail the lover. In the end, he was actually liberated!"

  After this move, the attitude of most people in the live broadcast room towards Xia Wanyuan has changed a lot.

  "The user Xiaoyu rewards the anchor with a thousand miles of stars."

  Xia Yu was originally playing games on the live broadcast, but at eight o'clock, he took the whole live broadcast room to watch Xia Wanyuan play the piano.

  The audience who were reluctant to want to watch Xia Yu play games are now really deducting 6666 for Xia Wanyuan.

   "Users will be rewarded with a star for the anchor."

  "The user's mausoleum rewards the anchor with a thousand miles of stars."

  Meteor effects appeared one after another in the live broadcast room,

  【It's started, isn't it? ? ? The meteor shower is about to start again, right? 】

  【Move my small bench, sit and watch the local tyrants spend money. 】

   [Didn’t you say three people are drawn? Hurry up, give me a tailor-made one to conquer the world, I can't wait. 】

   [The previous one, go see a doctor tomorrow, I should go to see the problem of getting drunk at every turn. 】

   Seeing the tomb character, Xuan Sheng paused with his hand holding the wine glass, and there was a trace of charm in Taohua’s eyes.

  Tap with your finger, and the shooting star will bloom once again in the live broadcast room.

  "The user will be awarded a star for the anchor, and leave a message: I like it."

  Almost instantaneously, the new popular special effects covered this whole platform notification.

  【User Mausoleum rewards the anchor with ten stars and miles. 】

  Xuansheng's mouth twitched slightly, and slowly drank the red wine.

  "Thank you for the present, now we will start to draw the second person, let’s start."

  The number of participants this time has more than doubled than just before. Those who were attracted by large gifts, coupled with passers-by who heard the wind, the speed of the barrage sliding, made people almost unable to keep up with the naked eye.

  "Stop." As Xia Banyuan pressed the pause button,

  Everyone is a bit speechless. This user's name is a bit familiar. Is this the power of money?

  　 The lyrics are really difficult to compose! ! I should have finished writing it a long time ago. It’s too difficult to think about the lyrics and bald head.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)