Chapter 404?

Chapter 404?

Fei Yang was the first to open the special topic on the battle of the gods on the player, but when the new works sung by the kings and queens of the song and even performed by the song fathers in the special topic were presented in a dazzling array, Fei Yang But suddenly there was a sense of bewilderment and frustration——

The list is indeed full of big names.

The works of a certain song father in Qin, the works of a certain song queen in Qi, the works of a certain song father in Chu, etc., can all be called Fei Yang's strong opponents in this battle of gods.

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

Some time ago, the sense of loneliness that was caused by Jiang Kui's singing for Xianyu's works suddenly hit my heart again.

Only then did Fei Yang discover to his astonishment that he had never regarded anyone other than Xian Yu as an opponent in his eyes.

Even if this is the battle of the gods.

Even other people are perverted.

Even if someone might be stronger than Xianyu.

For Fei Yang, it seemed that defeating Xianyu was far more important than winning a battle of the gods championship track!

"Sure enough, it's still coming straight to you."

The scroll wheel of the mouse was turning slightly, Fei Yang murmured, his eyes quickly flicked over the songs in the front row, and finally he couldn't help but lock on Xianyu, it seemed that this was the only meaning for him to participate in the battle of the gods.

"May it last forever."

Fei Yang subconsciously read the title of the song, which is Xianyu's song.

Without too much hesitation, he just clicked play with a sigh and regret.

Due to some objective reasons, although Xianyu was destined not to be his opponent this time, the sense of gap between his punches was so strong that Fei Yang still chose Xianyu even though he knew that the opponent's work this time did not threaten him. Fish is the first target to open a group.

"Lyricist: Xianyu"

"Composer: Xianyu"

"Singing: Jiang Kui"

It seemed to fit Fei Yang's state of mind at the moment.

With the passage of subtitles in the early stage of the lyrics version, the prelude of "I wish you a long time" was played by the cello, and then seamlessly connected with piano music.

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

"oh?"

As Fei Yang adjusted the earphones to a more comfortable position, he couldn't help but whine sadly:

"Are you taking the lyrical route this time? Sure enough, you gave up on the charts. Last year's "Red Sun" is the most suitable song for the charts. It has a strong sense of rhythm, a high-spirited singing voice, and the prelude can draw the audience to that song. In the melody, the cells in the whole body can't help but get excited, and it's well deserved to win the championship. In contrast, this kind of lyricism, how can I..."

Sudden!

Fei Yang's voice paused.

He adjusted the gesture of the headset, also stiff in the air.

This made his posture look extremely unnatural.

Through the extremely comfortable sponge cover of the earphones, the female voice coming from inside is as tender as clouds and clouds, and as lazy as drinking to the moon, amplifying all the inexplicable emotions little by little:

"When will the bright moon..."

"Ask the sky for wine..."

"I don't know the palace in the sky..."

"What year is this eve..."

Fei Yang's hand suddenly dropped.

There was a faint sound of cracking silk resounding.

All the loneliness and melancholy lingering in his heart were instantly shattered.

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

Bang!

Fei Yang was suddenly shocked!

He felt that everything around him had changed.

The computer and earphone cables were twisted a little bit, and I seemed to be standing in a dark void, with the sky thousands of miles high and the lone moon hanging high above my head, and a corner of the palace in the sky was looming in the mist, and there was a fairy voice coming from a trance.

Ethereal as promised, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Fei Yang forgot everything, he felt an unprecedented smallness.

In the vast universe, he is just an insignificant dust, drifting with the tide.

The piano is still playing.

The cello is still being laid.

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

In the not-so-gorgeous arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending in each song still reminds Fei Yang:

I am listening to Xianyu's new song, rather than comprehending some great way in the world.

He shuddered again.

The darkness and emptiness are gone.

There was still the computer and the long headphone cable in front of me.

It seemed that a moment of sobriety made the voice that was ringing in my ears clear this time, and the singing sounded like fireworks like a breeze.

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

"I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu..."

"It's too cold at the heights..."

"Dancing to find out the shadow..."

"How does it seem to be in the world..."

It is no longer a faint fairy sound like a palace in the sky, but a human fireworks that step on reality, but it still has an unavoidable refined meaning.

this moment.

Fei Yang's pupils were shrinking to the extreme, and even the apex of his heart was trembling.

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

And when the song sang "Turn to the Zhuge, a low-key household, a sleepless night, there should be no hatred, what's the matter with the farewell", Fei Yang's whole body was out of order.

who I am?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Obviously the singing was still going on, but Fei Yang's brain became blank little by little, he could hardly think, and seemed to have entered a wonderful philosophical state.

Then, his face became paler and paler.

The voice in the earphones gradually became winding and undulating, turning thousands of times, like a sigh from thousands of years ago, or even from another time and space.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times..."

The music paves the transition without rush or delay, like regret, more like a kind of relief.

When Fei Yang, who was listening to the song, recovered his senses again, his hairs were standing on end, and he felt the tingling sensation from his scalp in shock.

The brain still doesn't listen.

However, the singing voice from Jiang Kui is not hoarse, and even a little breath is suppressed, but it seems to have a kind of shocking power:

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.

He was silent under the light for a moment, then he began to pant heavily, and finally he simply picked up the cold coffee and gulped it down.

"ah!"

The cold coffee enters the throat, the ice is cold, sweet, astringent, bitter, bitter, spicy, and spicy. I didn't expect this instant coffee brewed lazily to taste all kinds of tastes.

Only then did he feel that the oppressive air around him was a little bit more circulated, and he couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

Thinking back a little bit.

He can finally speak normally.

"What is this!"

He opened his mouth and let out a strange cry, as if he wanted to express more with the air, but he opened and closed his mouth for a long time, but he didn't say half a superfluous word in a daze.

bump.

While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.

His hands seemed to be shaking slightly.

The trembling became more and more severe until it became uncontrollable.

In the end, he accidentally knocked off the phone.

The phone fell to the ground, and the screen suddenly lit up. There were several cracks on it, obviously it had just been dropped.

However, Fei Yang's focus is not on the need to change the screen of the mobile phone——

This is a group chat interface.

The chat record just stopped at the line "I can kill the gods in the lyrics part" of Neon Dance.

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 was a little out of breath again. He tried his best to control his trembling hands, and desperately pressed the already insensitive screen. The content was basically the same as Yin Dong's, but the amplitude was longer:

"?????????????"

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ps: Call it a day, I am very satisfied with the writing of this chapter, everyone is anxious, and I am also anxious, because I really want to have an orgasm like before, but it is really limited, and most of the time I sit dry, It took seven or eight hours to write these two chapters today?

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