Chapter 507 Breaking the Limit

Xia Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of deep thought flashed through her eyes.

Determined to see where his limit was, Xia Ling's singing changed and was inserted into his solo section, forming a duet: "Look at the black and white pieces intertwined and fighting silently. They didn't dare to look back along the way for fear of the mess behind them. …”

The lyrics are still the same, but the melody is an improvisation outside the score, lingering around his main melody like a shadow, seemingly harmonious, but pressing harder and murderous at every step. If Bai Murong didn't respond and continued to sing according to the original singing method, he would be drowned by Xia Ling's melody after just a few lines.

He suddenly turned around to look at her, with a fleeting look of surprise and a hint of anger in his eyes.

Xia Ling looked directly at him, raised the corners of her lips, smiled, and slowed down her singing by half a beat - this was a challenge. If he couldn't catch it, she would naturally not cause trouble for him on the stage. This branch, Just hold it in slowly.

Bai Murong was stunned for a moment, but soon she also smiled, and her singing voice also changed its tone: "Look at the pairs of lovers who are happily and sweetly clinging to each other, but I am the only one standing alone on the street and I can't figure out your sincerity..."

Off the stage, the screams almost broke the roof.

Xia Ling chuckled, good, since he is the type who gets braver as he fights, she doesn't have to be polite.

The singing continues to advance.

As expected, Bai Murong did not show weakness, and resolved every move he saw. Although it became increasingly difficult, he did not flinch at all. The singing is melodious, sometimes melodious, sometimes sonorous, suddenly strange, sometimes high-pitched, unpredictable and touching.

The more she sang, the more Xia Ling felt that he was a rare singer. He had great talent, aura, and good strength. He had a profound and eclectic background. Although he was only a smash hit pop king at the moment, if he left Talking less about the direction can make it a classic for twenty years.

Xia Ling went from being curious at the beginning to wanting to help him.

She quickened the pace, forcing him harder and harder. However, whenever he really couldn't resist, she would relax her attack, leaving him some breathing space, and even deliberately made gaps to guide his forward direction.

As expected, he did not disappoint her. From the initial embarrassment, he became more and more calm. Gradually, it was like a war in which he met his opponent. In the last brilliant part, Xia Ling pushed him all the way to a dead end. He had no way to retreat. In a flash of inspiration, he broke through the limit. The closing part was sung both illusory and real, just like the sound of a dream coming to the world.

The ultimate perfection.

At the end of the song, he bowed gracefully, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Bai Murong straightened up, and when he turned to look at Xia Ling, a hint of gloom quickly passed through his eyes.

Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and she hurriedly ran away.

He anxiously said to Sister Maina: "Quick, pack your things, let's leave quickly!"

Sister Maina was puzzled: "What are you doing in such a hurry? The little girl still can't calm down. You are a star. Do stars understand? Have you ever seen any star like you..."

"Hurry up, it's too late!" Xia Ling urged, how could she not be in a hurry? The way Bai Murong looked at her on the stage just now was like a hunter eyeing his prey.

If she doesn't leave quickly, she won't be able to leave later.

Who knows, if God doesn't do what people want, whatever they fear will happen.

Xia Ling hasn't stepped out of the dressing room door yet, but over there, Bai Murong has already left.

"Ye, Xing, Ling." He read out her name one word at a time, with a smile of unknown meaning on the corners of his beautiful lips. His slender figure blocked the door of the dressing room, calmly and calmly, like a tree facing the wind.

Xia Ling felt a little headache.

Bai Murong relied on his being a big name and cleared the air in just a few words. He invited everyone out of the dressing room. Even Sister Mai Na glanced at the two of them with interest and ignored Xia Ling's plea for help. With his eyes, Shi Shiran left.

Not long after, Xia Ling and him were left alone in the dressing room.

"If you have anything to do, tell me." Xia Ling sighed resignedly.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "I can't tell. I haven't seen you sing for more than a year. You are very good at singing. You are becoming more and more arrogant and arrogant. You dare to provoke even me, huh? It's not an exaggeration to describe it as bold. .”

"I was singing smoothly, but accidentally I went off-key..." She explained with a fake smile, "Brother Bai, you don't remember the faults of villains..."

"Accidentally out of tune?" Bai Murong laughed angrily, "Your out-of-tune score sounds better than the original score. Why can't I get it just right?"

"me……"

"Forget it, forget it, don't make excuses." He waved his hand impatiently, sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and said casually, "Ye Xingling, your typhoon reminds me of someone."

"who?"

"Xia Ling."

"Too many people say I look like her. I'm numb. Could you please change some new words, brother." Xia Ling is a dead pig now and is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, even Pei Ziheng recognizes who she is. It's up to her to pretend. That way. She really wasn't that nervous in front of other people.

Bai Murong said: "I didn't think so before, but now that I've thought about it carefully, I found that you really look alike. Xia Ling also likes to improvise on stage and change her singing tune randomly. This ability is really not something that ordinary people can have."

"She is my idol, I imitate her," she has used this reason to death, since she is her own idol and there is no shame in it.

"Ha." Bai Murong chuckled, "I forgot that you used to sing "Butterfly in the Cage" so expressively."

It happened eight hundred years ago, it's hard for Bai Murong to still remember it.

Xia Ling nodded and tried to be as understated as possible.

Bai Murong changed the subject: "Although I was unhappy at first when you changed your singing style, you actually changed it well. In the past few months, I have been stuck in a bottleneck and have been unable to break through. Today, I was defeated by you on stage. After a moment of excitement, I gained a new understanding.”

"Coincidence, coincidence." Xia Ling smiled dryly.

He looked at her inquiringly: "Is it really just a coincidence?"

"Of course it's a coincidence! I'm just a little star who hasn't sung for more than a year. How can I have the ability to specifically stimulate your potential?!"

He looked at her carefully again, and after a while, he smiled and said, "That's right, I worry too much. But no matter what, I want to thank you."

"You're welcome." Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the cup to drink water.

His next words made her hands tremble and she almost spilled the water: "Ye Xingling, when you sang duet with me on the stage just now, you didn't give your best." The tone was affirmative.

Why is this person so sharp? !

Is it over yet? !

Xia Ling resisted the urge to roll her eyes, regretting that she had helped him break through the bottleneck. She secretly told herself to be calm, calm, and don't be anxious. She raised her eyes and looked at him half-seriously: "Yeah, I didn't try my best. If only I had tried my best. If you try your best, you won’t be able to sing “Chess Meets My Opponent”.”

"What are you singing?" he asked curiously.

"A lonely man seeks defeat, a master is lonely, and the left and right fight against each other."

This time, it was his turn to roll his eyes at her, end the conversation mercifully, and let her out.