I'll just set up a stall and force me to kill the gods in the city?

Could it be that singing Xueyou's song to Widow Yang could impress her?
Wang Xiaofei thought of his technique of possessing the body of the God of Songs, and his heart moved slightly, he tried it first before talking.

"Well, since Sister Yang can't help you so much, then I won't bother you."

Wang Xiaofei took a step back and said.

Seeing that Wang Xiaofei was about to leave, Widow Yang relaxed slightly.

After entering the door, Wang Xiaofei did not use his abilities to force Widow Yang to do something against her will. In fact, Widow Yang had already taken what Wang Xiaofei said seriously.

It's just that he must never take that thing out for Wang Xiaofei to use.

"Sister Yang, I'm really sorry for disturbing you so late. In order to apologize to you, let me sing a song for you before I leave."

Wang Xiaofei said sincerely.

"What? Sing?"

Widow Yang was a little puzzled, could it be that this strange person had something wrong with his brain, singing to a widow in the middle of the night?
"Yes, Sister Yang, I am the best at singing theology songs. In order to express my apology for visiting late at night rashly, let me sing you a song."

"I'll give everything I can, and I'm willing to give it all, except to let you know that my heart is pierced..."
In the middle of the night, Wang Xiaofei's singing was as tender as water, he was singing Xueyou's most classic song "Heart Like a Knife".

After a while, Widow Yang let out a hiccup, and then she let out a sigh of relief.

This singing voice was even more real than Xueyou himself, as if Xueyou was singing for Yang Qian in front of him.

"There."

Knowing that he was in trouble, Wang Xiaofei quickly grabbed Widow Yang and grabbed her.

And now, this feeling has finally come true.

Yang Qian took the water glass, raised her neck and drank the whole glass of water in one breath, and then she recovered a little.

She slowly opened her eyes, with no strength left in her body. Looking at Wang Xiaofei, she looked at Wang Xiaofei in a posture of being captured by the high ground, and spoke slowly and weakly, "If you have any request, please ask, if I don't agree to you , I am really a dog."

"Wang Xiaofei."

"Come on, Sister Yang, stand up and rest for a while."

Wang Xiaofei replied.

Under the stage, there are tens of thousands of spectators waving light sticks, shouting, and chorusing. This feeling is something I have dreamed of finding all my life.

That voice, as if the God of Songs is right in front of you, is so lyrical, so intoxicating, every line of the lyrics seems to hit people's hearts, touching the deepest softness in the bottom of people's hearts...

a long time.

Seeing Widow Yang's emotional appearance, Wang Xiaofei knew that the matter was more than half successful.

I rub it, it really is iron powder!
I just said that I wanted to sing a song by Geshen Xueyou, and this Widow Yang was as if she had blown her hair.

"Sure enough, he is a different person, extraordinary, ah!"

Widow Yang asked.

Then, he tilted his head and was knocked unconscious by Wang Xiaofei.

"What's your name?"

Of course, Wang Xiaofei still has a trump card. Accompanied by his affectionate singing voice, he slowly took off his baseball cap and sunglasses, revealing his handsome and shameless face.

Widow Yang struggled to raise her hand and pointed to the kitchen with a weak look, as if all the men in the world had been here.

Wang Xiaofei poured a glass of water for Widow Yang from the kitchen, and brought it to her, "Come on, Sister Yang, take a sip of water first."

In an instant, Widow Yang's last line of defense broke through, she rolled her eyes and fell backwards. Before she fell into a coma, she murmured, "It's even more handsome than Xueyou, how shameless."

How many times in dreams, Yang Qian dreamed that she was standing under the stage, and Xueyou was singing heartily in front of her, and then, she suddenly stretched out her hand and invited herself to the stage.

When Yang Qian heard that it was Xueyou, the God of Songs, her eyes immediately burst into flames, and she stretched out her hand and pushed Wang Xiaofei away, "Please don't insult my idol. In this world, except for Xueyou himself who sings his songs, anyone Singing, it’s all insulting my idol, I tell you, don’t look at you as a stranger, but insulting my idol is just not okay. Do you know? Back then, I even wanted to sever ties with my family in order to chase my idol alumni It doesn't matter, you go quickly."

Now, if I mention the treasure of suppressing the storm to Widow Yang, she will definitely consider it seriously.

Wow, my idol.

This is the power of idols.

Wang Xiaofei didn't make any request immediately, but first helped Widow Yang up, fumbled in the dark to turn on the light, and then helped Widow Yang to sit on the sofa.

Widow Yang let out a long breath, lying on her back on the sofa, her chest was about to come out.

"Sister Yang, where is the water? I'll pour you a glass of water first, so you can rest for a while."

She looked Wang Xiaofei up and down, and felt dizzy again from being so handsome, "Who the hell are you? Why did you sing my idol's song, which was exactly like his real person's, and you look so handsome that you are shameless?" , let the woman live?"

Widow Yang suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down from excitement, and she was so choked up that she couldn't speak.

Wang Xiaofei asked.

"You, Xueyou..."

Wang Xiaofei scratched his head helplessly, and had no choice but to explain: "Xueyou's song, I have liked it since I was a child, it's nothing, I can sing it often. As for my face, Sister Yang, now you know why I wear sunglasses at night Well, I'm just worried that it will cause unnecessary trouble and shock some girls."

Wang Xiaofei said stupidly.

There was shock and some complaints in Widow Yang's tone.

While pushing, Wang Xiaofei quietly pasted the talisman paper possessed by the God of Songs on his body.

Excitement, excitement, and countless emotions mixed together hit the heart of Widow Yang, making her seem to have returned to the dream-chasing season of a [-]-year-old girl.

Wang Xiaofei didn't dare to urge, so he had to wait quietly.

The next moment, the weird runes on the talisman paper flowed as if they had come to life, and Wang Xiaofei seemed to have entered a brand new singing world, with the charm, voice, and singing skills of the singing god all attached to him.

"Wang Xiaofei, I believe what you said is true, I do have a treasure here that can stop the storm."

Widow Yang got up slowly, looking at Wang Xiaofei who was a little nervous, she was also very entangled in her heart, "But, this baby has been buried with my husband. I, Yang Qian, have no parents and children, and I am alone. My husband is from the countryside, and is now buried in the In the ancestral grave, if you want to get this treasure, you have to dig his grave yourself, how can I do it."

When Wang Xiaofei heard it, his head grew dizzy.

Knocking on a widow's door and digging a family's grave are just one thing, which is enough to be shameless, but now, I have encountered both of them.

"Sister Yang, I'm sorry."

Wang Xiaofei felt extremely guilty and apologetic in his heart. He wanted to save the base, but it was too despicable to always grab the wool of a widow.