My old bacon is back

The moment the name of the lyricist came out, the number of bullet screens suddenly increased!

"Damn it! Lian Qiyue's lyrics!!"

"Awesome! Let me say that the man in armor is Bai Huang! How can he even hire Qiyue?"

"Among the lyricists in Huaguo, there is a god-level lyricist who looks up to three times, Lian Qiyue!"

"I don't know what Lian Qiyue's work is for the armor man this time!"

At this time, in a chat group called "World Poems".

Someone said: "@连[-]月, July, you have a new work?"

The members of this chat group are all well-known lyricists in Huaguo, and Xia Mengling is among them.

Lian Qiyue replied: "Yes, I was invited by someone. It's an antique poem, please take it easy, everyone!"

"This old-fashioned word is what you are best at. Aren't you slapping me! Hahaha!"

"Is the man in armor Bai Huang? He invited Qiyue to take action. Isn't this a college student beating an elementary school student!"

On the stage, the armored man sang affectionately.

The antique words, combined with the slightly magnetic voice of the armored man, make people feel like a spring breeze!

"It sounds great! The lyrics are amazing, this is the strongest lyrics in these three issues!"

"Eternal god even in July!"

"The armor man's composition is also super powerful! Where he thought he was going to rise up, he fell down!"

"The last line of the chorus is so out of tune that most people can't find it in tune!"

The song is over.

Lian Heng looked at the armored man and said, "Currently, today's best!"

Xia Mengling said: "The lyrics are like reading an ancient poem, Lian Qiyue, amazing!"

Amidst the compliments from everyone, Wen Jie suddenly said: "Now, apart from our replacement singer, only the pandaren are left, Mr. Armored Man, during his rehearsal, I heard, Mr. Pandaren, It’s also a very old-fashioned song!”

"Oh?" The armored man's voice was full of sarcasm, sneer, and carelessness, "I've been writing ancient rhymes for more than ten years!"

The implication is that you pandaren are still young!

At this time, Qi Yuan slowly stood on the stage.

[71. Chapter 71 The East Wind Breaks! ]

Qi Yuan walked onto the stage.

The subtitles came out.

"East Wind Breaks".

Lyricist: Pandaren.

Composer: Pandaren/Liu Shiyi.

Vocals: Pandaren.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The title of this song, Dongfeng Po...is quite similar to Armored Man's Drunken Breeze, is it all a classical route?

"Are these two people colliding with each other in this issue?"

"I'm not afraid of being bad, but I'm afraid of comparison. Pandaren is just not right. Singing this song behind Armored Man, if it's not as good as Armored Man's Drunk Breeze, even if it's not even a ticket!"

"Baihuang Jialian July, Wang Zha combination! I can't think of any other song that can beat "Drunk Breeze"!"

In the audience, Li Zidong and others were also whispering to each other.

"The two have collided in style, and now there is a good show to watch."

"Who is strong and who is weak, we will see the outcome immediately."

Home.

Qi's father and Qi's mother stopped chatting and focused on the TV.

Xiao Nan crawled back and forth beside several people, reaching the edge of the sofa several times. The braised pork stared at Xiao Nan very humanely, for fear that she would fall.

Jiang Yuanyuan lay on the bed, staring at the eyes of the pandaren in the picture, wanting to know who is behind the mask.

"World Poems" chat group.

Lian Qiyue: "I'm off."

Someone asked: "Why did you just download it? You won't watch the following shows?"

"Is there even a question? Who can write "Drunken Breeze" on this stage? Is there still a need to read it in July?"

On the stage, the pandaren stood upright, and the prelude started.

A gentle piano sound came out.

The pandaren spoke.

"A solitary lamp of sorrow and sorrow stands at the window, and I pretend behind the door that you haven't left yet."

"It's like revisiting the full moon in the old place, and it's even more lonely. The candlelight awake in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me."

As soon as the Pandaman opened his mouth, the number of barrages increased tenfold!

"Fuck! Fuck! This lyrics are fucking like poetry!"

"Forgive me for being uneducated, I can only say shit! Fuck shit! Fuck shit!"

"The lyrics are amazing, like words and poetry! This is retro, this is ancient rhyme!"

"Who said that even July is an eternal god? Just these four lines alone can beat "Drunk Breeze"!"

Piano, pipa, erhu, yangqin, guzheng, and various Chinese classical instruments sounded.

"This arrangement is awesome!" Jiao Wenfang exclaimed.

Li Zidong sighed: "I seem to have returned to a thousand years ago, by the riverside, watching rows of girls washing yarn in the water, and the water smoke rising up, confusing people's eyes."