The sea in the night, the wind whistling, the tide surged.

From the depths of the black sea floor, a series of light beads suddenly appeared. Then the drums of the excitement, the sound of the Qing Yue, echoed in the waves.

The dozens of monk warriors, the classical armor made of shells, lifted a huge snow-white shell and floated along the way. Behind them, the monks sang and danced, surrounded by Xie Yumo and Dong Lei. Beyond that, there are countless monks who are witnessing the last test with their enthusiasm.

The giant shells surfaced, and the waves slammed on the huge shells, causing the waves of the sky.

Around the shells, the warriors of the monks tried their best and barely stabilized.

The shell of the giant shell is slowly opened, which is a natural stage.

Of course, the shell is not small, but it is left after the death of the wild beast. There are a lot of soundtracks on the shells. Even if the mortals speak in the shells, they can expand the sound and spread far and far.

Dong Lei first boarded the shell.

Countless monks floated on the sea and looked forward to it.

In a corner, in the same squatting house as the boat, Stepu Lian looked at it and said to the cold wave family next to him: "You are so confident about Dong Lei? First of all, there are inherent disadvantages."

The chilly patriarch smiled a little: "You will be okay, and the beauty here is unspeakable."

Stepu Lian deeply glanced at the leader of the cold wave, and immediately turned his eyes to the giant sound.

Dong Lei began to sing.

The songs are more elegant and fascinating, and the monks are caught in this wonderful song.

For a time, under the conduction of the giant sound shell, within a thousand miles, the beautiful song of the winter buds was lingering. Even the sound of the hustle and bustle was pressed underneath.

Deaf people are born with a voice that transcends other races and can sing very beautiful and beautiful songs.

According to the standards of the Terran, every monk is a natural singer.

This is because the body of the monk is rich in waterway traces. In their throats, they have a piece of cartilage that is filled with soundtracks.

For some time in history, people have been slaughtering people to remove the cartilage cartilage in their throats. This is an excellent soundtrack coffin.

The prostitute who competes for the saints has to go beyond the vast majority of monks.

Living by the sea, after hearing a similar legend, the sailors on the boat were fascinated by the singing of the monks, forgetting the time, forgetting the direction, and even the ship stranded on the reef without any notice, indulging in the song.

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

Dong Lei's singing is very beautiful, so most people are very intoxicated, but Fang Yuan and his party are ugly, some angry, and some brows are locked. Even Xie Yumo, who has always been calm, has changed his face at this moment, and there is a feeling of shock and sorrow in the beauty.

"How is this going?"

“Why did Dong Lei actually sing the song we prepared in advance?!”

The blue scales and red scales are full of anger and anger.

Fang Yuan’s face was gloomy and gnashing his teeth. “Isn’t this simple? We have traitors in the middle, and we have ventilated the enemy!”

The blue scales and the red scales guarded each other and looked at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan looked at them without fear: "The song we prepared, only the four of us know, the traitor must appear among us. Who are you traitors?"

Xie Yumo will certainly not lead the enemy, then the remaining three sources, blue scales, red scales, there must be traitors.

"fart!"

"You are a traitor!"

The blue scales and red scales were blushing and thick, and they were denied.

Xie Xiaomo sighed and shook his head slightly: "It may not be a real traitor. Perhaps our preparations have been discovered by the other party using a special channel."

"Ha ha ha." In the distance, the cold wave family in the squatter grew up laughing.

Stepu Lianlian has already been paying attention to Xie Yumo and others. At this moment, they saw their strange expressions, and suddenly they came over and their eyes brightened: "You have inserted a traitor at her side?"

The cold wave chief sneered more than: "That is of course! Xie Yumo, this little girl is still too tender, I want to fight with me, too naive. You don't know, I paid a huge price for the placement of such a level of traitors."

In the eyes of Busu Lian, the fine mangling is shimmering: "It’s not the cold tide patriarch. No matter how much the price is paid, it is already worth the money. Since Dong Lei sang the song of Xie Yumo, Xie Yumo can't sing the same song, she has almost no The song can be sung and has been forced into a desperate situation."

Xie Yumo was calculated by the cold wave chieftain!

The last test of the competition of the saints, to sing three songs. These three songs need to be carefully prepared to match the sound path locusts and practice well.

Each song has a different effect.

The first one needs to calm the storm. The second one is to attract souls. The third one, singing the sea beast.

Therefore, although Xie Yumo prepared three songs, after the first song by Dong Lei, the two songs she left could not be used to save the game because of different effects.

"What should I do?" The blue scales and red scales were so anxious that the ants on the hot pot ~lightnovelpub.net~ hateful, hateful, and finally got to this step, actually was framed. ”

"It's no use, now it's too late to get ready!"

"This must be the trick of the cold wave patriarch, we expose it, let him lose his name!"

Fang Yuan looked at him with an idiot's gaze: "Do you have evidence? Who can believe in the air? When they fight back, they tell you that you are falling, what do you do?"

"Hey." Red scale guards stayed.

Xie Xiaomo sighed: "If that's the case, then forget it."

"The sage of the saint?" The blue scales and the red scales guarded the guards.

Xie Yumo smiled and said: "You can leave now, let's go. I have a little time to leave now."

Xie Yimo’s failure to compete for the Virgin is no longer a saint. In this way, she will inevitably be countered by the new sacred winter buds and the chilling patriarchs, and the end will be desolate.

In order not to drag down the three followers around her, even if they may have traitors, Xie Yimo is willing to fight for some time.

"The sage of the saint..." understood the mind of Xie Yumo, and the two scales of the blue scale and the red scale whimpered.

The abnormalities here have already attracted the attention of everyone.

"What happened to Xie Yumo?"

"It seems that something is really bad happened!"

"They panicked, haha, it seems that the songs of the adults of Dong Lei made them feel desperate!"

"Xie Yumo is over." In the squatting house, Busulian sighed.

The cold tide clan smiled and said: "When this battle is defeated, although I can't help the old things of the big family, but Xie Xiaomo, I have to take a good humiliation, so that I can vent my hatred!"

Dong Lei Shi Shiran stepped down and his eyebrows fluttered: "I have already calmed down the waves for half a mile, and then I have to see Xie Xiaomo's sister."