Xie Yanmo glanced at her deeply and slowly flew to the stage.笔趣Δ阁』『

She just fell on the stage, it was a glimpse.

"How are you..." She looked at the source next to her, and she was extremely surprised.

Fang Yuan interrupted her: "I am your follower, of course I am qualified to stage and accompany you."

"You are going down..." Xie Xiaomo said quickly, there was a rare anxiety between the eyebrows.

"Do you still want to sing the same song? Even if the effect is better than Donglei, according to the rules, it is not counted. Believe me, I have a song to fight." Fang Yuan once again interrupted Xie Yumo's words, voiced.

Xie Yumo was shaken in his heart.

The song can't be changed at will, because it has to be combined with the locusts, and it has to go through many drills in advance.

If you change the song, the locust's cooperation will change.

Now in this unexpected situation, Xie Yumo can no longer change the locusts, which requires the songs to be replaced with the original songs, in terms of rhythm and tunes.

It may be possible to create a hundred days of time. But now that it is so rushed, the probability is almost zero.

"The songs certainly can't be the same. But don't forget, I also always participated in the songs we created. I have a song here that is very similar, but you need to be a smart machine, pay attention to the cooperation between the locust and my song." Fangyuan continued to voice. "In addition, this is a song and a word."

Xie Yumo stunned and finally nodded slightly: "Good."

Fang Yuan took a deep breath: "Then start."

Xie Yumo also took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. This is the habit of her singing.

The scene suddenly began to calm down.

Quiet and continuous...

Continued...

"Why don't you sing?" Someone gradually wondered in their hearts.

"Ha ha ha, how do they sing? They can't sing at all!" The cold wave laughed and smiled.

"Oh, sorry, can anyone borrow me a hammer?" Fang Yuan broke the silence.

The audience: "..."

You are accompaniment to you, in the important ceremony of the Poseidon Festival, you are not even prepared for the piano?

Are you so casual, really good?

"It takes a three-pronged violin, and one can lend me one." Fang Yuan continued, but he looked at the direction of the old family.

The big family has long understood that there is an accident on Xie Yimo's side, and there is some speculation in her heart. She is busy sending people to Qinqin.

Fang Yuan got the piano, and said: "I have a big body, please let me refine this on the spot."

The audience: "..."

What do you mean? At the last moment of the Poseidon Festival, are you refining?

Have you made a mistake?

What do you think of a Terran teacher? Is playing with us now!

The mood of the monks has generally become bad.

The head of the cold wave quickly indicated to his men, and immediately there was a voice that suddenly sounded: "You are delaying the time by excusing!"

The sentiment is going to be surging, Fangyuan is busy and screaming: "Then you said, is it stipulated in the Poseidon Festival that I can't smelt on the spot? I also smelt it to help sing, and after we have become this, we will start immediately."

The old people also immediately said: "There is no clear text in this regard. I agree. After you have smashed the locusts, they will start. What do you think?"

Other families, you look at me, I look at you, some people want to speak, some people keep silent.

The patriarch of the cold wave shouted again: "When the sea **** sacrifices such a grand ceremony, let all our monks wait for you to refine?"

Fang Yuan immediately retorted: "I am refining for the sake of the sea **** sacrifice, the sea **** sacrifice is such an important ceremony, what are you waiting for a while? Who does not want to wait, who has no patience, can stand up! You can also leave directly. ”

This time, no one dares to refute.

"The tip of the tooth is sharp! After I fall into my hands, I must break the teeth of this Terran division and pull out the tongue." The cold wave chief sneered.

Huge shells hovered over the sea, and the warriors were struggling to hold the bottom.

Numerous monks have surfaced, and a little immersed in the sea, only one head is exposed. Countless eyes are concentrated on Fang Yuan, watching him refine his piano.

Xie Yumo was instead cold.

She stood beside Fangyuan and was in a very strange mood. She participated in a sea **** festival and became a saint. She has also seen several sea **** festivals, but she has never encountered such a scene!

Fang Yuan's refining is extremely fast, because the owner of Qinqin actively cooperates.

Qinqin was in the hand, Fangyuan stood up and stood behind Xie Yumou's side, confidently full: "Well, this can really begin."

"It can be regarded as the beginning." The people all spit out a sigh of relief and resentment.

"I want you to sing, I have to listen, what kind of things can you sing!" The cold wave chief sneered.

Under the stage, the heads of the big family, the red scales, and the blue scales were all worried.

Xie Yumo slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, the piano sounded.

Qinqin was spurred by Fangyuan, and it was a long, mellow, mellow sound. ~lightnovelpub.net~Xie Yumo slowly blinked and began to sing -

Somewhere in the heart of Baiyueguang

So bright but so cold

Everyone has a sadness

Want to hide but want to cover it

......

The audience was silent, only the sound of the waves.

The wonderful singing makes countless people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

......

White moon light ends of the horizon

In my heart, not at my side

Can't wipe your tears at the time

The road is too long to chase after forgiveness

......

The genre mourns, the melody is simple but beautiful, and the layers are pushed forward, so that a sad and sorrowful atmosphere envelopes the audience.

Xie Yumo's pure sorghum and penetrating voice, gentle and delicate, like a pale moonlight reveals a little cold, and seems to hide a little warm.

Jubei began to slowly emit a white halo, and the waves did not seem to interfere with this singer's voice, getting smaller and smaller.

......

White moon light ends of the horizon

The more complete, the more lonely

Can't wipe the tears in my memories

How to compensate for the road too long

......

Xie Yumo was also intoxicated, her eyes squinted to the side, where stood standing and concentrating on the source of the hammer.

She thought to herself: "Is there sadness in your heart?"

Countless monks shed tears.

The pain of love, tears are hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Is this world perfect?

Always alone.

......

Somewhere in the heart of Baiyueguang

So bright but so cold

Everyone has a sadness

I want to hide but grow

......

One song sang, the audience was silent.

In the squatter house, the cold wave family is as long as a sculpture, and the face is full of surprises.

The sea surface is calm, the dark clouds begin to scatter, and the exposed moonlight is sprinkled on the giant shells, illuminating Xie Yumo and Fang Yuan.

The two gently touched each other.