My old bacon is back

Too strong, he felt that he was not qualified.

on the screen.

"What's the situation? Didn't Tang Yuan write the lyrics for the Pandaren? Why are the Pandaren writing the lyrics?"

"Tang Yuan lied to us?"

The lights dimmed.

Music up.

First, the music box sounded.

The strings played the same notes repeatedly.

The atmosphere is tense.

There seemed to be anxiety in the air.

The audience then held their breath.

"The atmosphere of this song is so weird, isn't it?"

"Like, like a suspense drama?"

"Yes, yes, it's like a suspenseful drama!"

The cello melody enters.

With the sound of a typewriter.

It was like a scene, slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes.

The drumbeat crescendoed like thunder, and an indescribable strange emotion began to pile up.

Cello to violin.

Instruments fade out.

String pizzicato breaks down chords.

The atmosphere is eerily quiet.

The typewriter speeds up.

The pandaren spoke.

1983 Alley,

December is sunny,

Chapter 7 of the night,

The typewriter continued to push,

The next line that is close to the truth,

The mist of the heather pipe,

to the withered tree,

Cry to me silently,

Circular Square off Baker Street,

Armor knight on arm.

"Fuck! Is this rap??"

"The articulation is very special, isn't it?"

"The lyrics are so well written!"

"Baker Street...the briar pipe...what the hell! Isn't this Sherlock Holmes!!"

"Is this about the plot of Sherlock Holmes solving the case??"

"Awesome! I see! No wonder Tang Yuan said that there is a surprise tonight! So it's waiting for us here!"

"Holmes? What Holmes?"

"You haven't read Sherlock Holmes yet? Hurry up and watch it! Tang Yuan's new book, now the lyrics are about Sherlock Holmes!"

Drums, bass sounded.

Piano plucked strings, breaking down chords.

Wang Jia's house.

She had already raised her mobile phone, took a photo, and was about to post it on Weibo, when a sudden female voice sounded!

If it is evil, it is a gorgeous and cruel movement.

Its ending, I will write it myself.

The light of the morning sun, the last line of dry air is sad,

Black ink, stained with serenity.

The spotlight shone on the stage behind Qi Yuan.

Jiang Qianye, dressed in a gorgeous white dress, came out and sang!

"Who is this!! Who is this!!"

"Why isn't she wearing a mask?"

"Jiang Qianye, she is Jiang Qianye!!!"

Surprise, huge surprise!

No one expected that there would be a female voice in the chorus of this song!

Gu Hongli had already stood up, staring at Jiang Qianye on the stage.

Looking at Jiang Qianye who suddenly appeared on the stage, Wang Jia felt dizzy and didn't know anything.

The fifth person's home.