Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

Meng Nie held him to open the book, and Lan Huai looked over it curiously, but before he could read the contents clearly, Meng Nie quickly flipped through two pages, then closed them abruptly, and his face suddenly became gloomy: "Who gave it to you?"

"Elder Wuyou said not to let me tell you."

"Worriless gave it to you?"

Lan Huai looked at him without blinking, adored and puzzled, not understanding how he knew.

Meng Nie had never thought of double cultivating with Lan Huai, but the aura in his body was something he needed very much. After looking at Lan Huai for a while, Meng Nie said expressionlessly: "Have you seen it?"

Lan Huai shook his head, reached out to grab the book and wanted to take it back, but the master didn't let go, he pulled it hard, thinking that Meng Nie was going to occupy his things, and said displeasedly: "This is mine!"

"Don't look at it." Meng Nie said, and put it directly into the ring. Lan Huai couldn't find it anywhere, and stared at him angrily.

Meng Nie threw him aside mercilessly, and when he got up, Lan Huai grabbed his sleeve: "Master, what is Shuangxiu?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Meng Nie shook off him, turned and walked out.

Elder Wuyou had just brought back the prize that he won with Mengnie's bet from the competition, and just as he walked into his yard, he saw a little disciple running over: "The great emperor is here."

Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly packed the victory item, walked in and said with a smile, "Great Emperor."

Meng Nie turned around and threw the book on his face, Wuyou caught it silently, secretly thinking that this discovery was too fast.

"Forgive me, my lord. I see that child has a vast spiritual world and is interested in you. For a moment, I thought that the lord is about to go to the Immortal City. This journey must be extremely dangerous. But if I can lend him a helping hand, I will feel relieved."

Meng Nie is about to break through the ninth level of God of Punishment. Except for Meng Nie himself, all the elders in Endless Palace are worried about the coming of that day. They are worried that if Meng Nie accidentally falls, the reputation of Wanwu City in the Three Realms will come. Look, I am afraid that once the news is released, Wanwu City will soon usher in a catastrophe.

Mengnie heard what he meant, and said coldly: "I have my own measure, and I don't want you to teach him such a thing!"

Wuyou heard the annoyance in his tone, and was worried in his heart, but he didn't dare to say any more, so he could only say: "Yes."

Meng Nie calmed down a little, and said again: "You won a spirit beast from Bai Ku?"

Worriless: "..."

Since Meng Nie met Lan Huai, he had never given him a gift. Now that he knew his identity, he couldn't hide his love for him, so he thought about what to give him. The child's favor was really flattering, but Meng Nie didn't want to Just fool around.

He didn't know exactly what kind of bet Wuyou had bet with those people, but he could guess some if he thought about it casually.

Wuyou was silent for a moment, and took out a fluffy cub from his arms. The little guy was snow white, with black eyes, long eyelashes, big and fluffy tail like a puppy, and a small bulge on his forehead.

It is wrong to say that this little thing is a spirit beast. It has some blood of the white tiger, but it is only a distant branch.

Meng Nie reached out to touch it, the little thing was trembling, and was about to shrink into Wuyou's embrace in a hurry.

Meng Nie grabbed the tail and pulled it out.

It struggled to paw Wuyou with its tender little paws, but was held in Meng Nie's arms domineeringly, and its dark eyes were gradually soaked with tears.Wuyou bowed his head respectfully when he received the help-seeking eyes, the little guy instantly realized that the person who controlled his own destiny had become Mengnie, it screamed very timidly, and secretly looked at Mengnie's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Slowly sticking out her little tongue and licking his hand flatteringly.

Meng Nie said: "I'm still looking at people's eyes."

Wuyou immediately said: "The beast is very smart, this little guy is only a month old, so it is lucky to be seen by the emperor."

"Forget it, it's not an example." Meng Nie's hand gently caressed the little beast's back, walked over Wuyou, and said: "I will train|teach my people, but this time, I would like to thank the elders for letting go."

Wuyou looked at Meng Nie's departing figure with heartache, looked down at the Shuangxiu Dafa in his hands, and finally slapped his hands hard, threw the book on the ground and stepped on it twice.

The picture of the man in black holding the little white-haired beast is really not harmonious. Many people who saw it were silently feeling sorry for the little beast who was too shocked by the emperor's coercion.Meng Nie arrived in front of Lan Huai unimpeded all the way, not expecting that the other party was rolling on his bed and sleeping soundly.

Meng Nie looked at the sky, and found that the little beast in his arms seemed to be trying to jump out. As soon as he let go, the little beast jumped onto the bed with its big tail and slid directly to Lan Huai's neck.

It felt that the stupid-looking guy in front of him should be easier to get along with than Wuyou.

Lan Huai was awakened by the demon spirit.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was a pair of big black eyes. The little thing hugged his own tail and handed it to Mengnie in front of Mengnie. Round and round, it looks very cute.

Lan Huai reached out to hug it, the little beast's soft and fluffy tail moved, and its furry head rubbed against Lan Huai's face.

"Wow." Lan Huai said, "You are so cute."

Meng Nie turned his face away lightly, he found that Lan Huai's eyes seemed to twinkle when he smiled.

The voice of the little beast is milky and milky, and can only make monosyllable sounds, such as "ah", "um", and "huh". The little paws lay tenderly on Lan Huai's chest. Lan Huai rubbed it for a while, Raised his face excitedly: "Master, whose family is this?"

"Your." Meng Nie sat down beside him and said, "It's a meeting gift."

"Oh." Lan Huai was a little dazed. He thought that giving gifts should be done on more formal occasions?Why is the master so casual... After thinking about it, he felt like a master, so he rushed over and hugged Meng Nie.

A Yaoyaoling's voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Strange."

Lan Huai was still immersed in excitement, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"I've seen this beast before."

"where is it?"

"One of the destroyers of the high-dimensional world in the future, it also appeared. It should be Mengnie's pet. How could it be given to you?"

Lan Huai reacted a little, and said, "Is it because I appeared on the way?"

"...Perhaps, things in the future are gradually shifting because of you?"

Lan Huai was overjoyed: "That's good! Once my task is completed, I can be with the master forever!"

"If that's the case, then for the best."

Lan Huai asked Mengnie: "Master, what name shall we give it?"

"Whatever you want."

"Call the bag!"

Little Beast: "..."

Meng Nie said lightly: "Yes."

"What does it mean? Okay?"

"it is good."

"Very good or very good?"

Meng Nie glanced at him expressionlessly, Lan Huai pouted, turned around and picked up the little beast: "Then you will be called Baobao from now on!"

Baobao looked unlovable.

Meng Nie wanted Lan Huai to recognize the spirit beast as its owner, on the one hand to prevent the other party from getting lost, and on the other hand to prevent the spirit beast from betraying its master.

Lan Huai was very curious and eager to try, but Meng Nie failed to teach him how to recognize the Lord after working hard for more than half an hour.

He looked at Lan Huai with complicated eyes.

Lan Huai pursed his lips, his face full of grievances, and the BGM was extremely sad: "Master, am I so stupid?"

"Ah."

"then what do I do……"

Mengnie looked at the bag, and said calmly: "I have to help you identify it."

Lan Huai was very disappointed. He found that he couldn't learn anything. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and looked up at Meng Nie: "What about Shuangxiu? Elder Wuyou said that I have very good innate conditions!"

"No."

"...Double cultivation doesn't work either." Lan Huai lowered his head discouragedly, and Meng Nie also felt that this seemed to have undermined his self-confidence. He thought for a while, and suddenly felt that why did he care so much about his mood?

Meng Nie frowned, looked at his slumped face, and asked suddenly: "Can you learn the sound transmission technique?"

Lan Huai suddenly raised his eyes, stretched out his thin white index finger, and said excitedly: "Yes! That's it! I was thinking about it just now, Yaoyaoling said that I can learn to play the trumpet, ouch..."

Meng Nie covered his mouth, and said lightly: "You don't need to learn from you, you are already."

Lan Huai licked the palm of his hand.

Mengnie's eyes flickered, he withdrew his hand and said, "I'll put the formula into your sea of ​​consciousness, try it."

Sure enough, as Yao Yaoling said, he learned the art of sound very quickly. In less than a cup of tea, Meng Nie received Lan Huai's secret words.

"Master Master!"

Meng Nie looked at him, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

"Master, master! Can you hear me?" Lan Huai looked at him curiously, and kept calling him in his heart.

Meng Nie didn't say a word.

Seeing his curiosity, he felt that once he heard it for sure, his life would probably not be easy in the future.

This sound transmission technique only needs spiritual power to support it, and Lan Huai itself is a huge spirit gathering body, that is to say, the spiritual power in him is inexhaustible. In other words, if he wants, he can always follow Meng Nie Chuanyin chatted.

Singing also consumes physical energy, he only needs to consume spiritual energy, and for Lan Huai, he is a ditch.

Lan Huai suddenly said: "The owner is a puppy, a puppy, a puppy..."

Meng Nie glanced over sharply, and Lan Huai's sound transmission stopped immediately. The next second, he laughed loudly and threw himself into his arms: "Master is good or bad! You can clearly hear it!"

Meng Nie squeezed her eyebrows.

What he expected was exactly right, and Lan Huai was chattering endlessly with all his spiritual power, chirping words that only he could hear.

At night, Meng Nie refused to share the bed with him, and Lan Huai sat in front of the main hall pitifully and continued to chat in whispers, the scary thing was that the voice still carried the lingering BGM.

Mengnie opened the door unbearably, frowned and threw him on the bed, said in a deep voice, "Don't talk to me again, or I..."

He glanced at the bag tucked away in the corner of the bed, and said coldly, "I killed it."

Bag: "..."

Lan Huai really stopped.

Meng Nie lay down again. Tomorrow is the final of the Soundmaster. He felt that whether it was himself or Lan Huai, he had to keep his spirits up.

But not long after lying down, Lan Huai suddenly got into his arms, wrapped his hands around to see his reaction, then wrapped his feet around him, looked at his reaction again, and finally he was content to stick to the mask. Nie's shoulders closed his eyes.

Soon after, Mengnie suddenly heard the sound of music from the secret language.

Mengnie: "..."

Lan Huai sang a song in a low voice, then looked at him secretly, seeing Meng Nie looking over with his eyes open, Lan Huai whispered: "You can listen to the song without earphones, I only sing for the master himself."

"..." Meng Nie was actually a little moved by the special treatment, he frowned fiercely.

The sound faded away, only the music lingered slightly, inaudible. It seemed that he was really worried about Baobao's life.

Meng Nie stretched his brows and said, "You can't chatter."

Lan Huai kissed him happily, and the voice transmission was adjusted to the most comfortable volume. Meng Nie gradually closed his eyes, and suddenly found that the singing voice sent a very thin but extremely rich spiritual energy. He opened his eyes again, looked at the The guy lying in his arms slowly pursed his lips.

He really loves music.

Such a rare treasure, he must take good care of it.

He stretched out his hands and pinched his little white face, and if there was a chance, he would give him a world as a stage for him to sing.