Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

The more gentle he is, the angrier he will be.

All the people around looked at him because of his voice, and the smoker man took the lead and said, "Oh! Why does this one look so familiar?"

The people around also looked over in surprise.

There are men and women in this room, their eyes are blurred, Meng Nie has already taken two steps forward, everyone reacted belatedly: "Hey, how did you come in?"

Meng Nie was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, the man who squeezed the cigarette only felt a pain in his neck, he had already been arrested, and in the next second he was already hanging out of the window on the fifth floor.

Everyone didn't see clearly how Mengnie was moving, but in the next second, they all screamed, Mengnie turned his head suddenly, his sharp eyes seemed to be real, and the coercion came to him, everyone was shocked. Start to feel short of breath.

The atmosphere in the room was tense and depressing. Meng Nie turned her head, looked at the cigarette-squeezing man who was too scared to speak, and said: "It is because of people like you that society feels that the world is not safe."

"No, no..."

"Are you questioning me?" The fear and despair on his face was really exciting, but Mengnie was not going to waste time with him.He whispered: "Go to God to redeem your sins, and ask if he can forgive you...for blaspheming angels."

He let go.

A scream came.

Meng Nie clearly heard the sound of the body falling to the ground, and a high-decibel scream came from downstairs!

The ring in his hand inhaled a touch of dead soul, Meng Nie turned around, his eyes swept over everyone: "Forget all this."

Lan Huai was lying on the bed holding his mobile phone and playing games. When Meng Nie came back, he had died for the fourth time.

He threw the phone to Mengnie and said angrily, "No!"

"Stupid." Mengnie lay down, wrapped his hands around him, and moved his hands quickly on the screen. Suddenly, blood splashed on the screen, and the effect of the skill blinded people's eyes. Lan Huai was dazzled by it.

After Meng Nie killed a group of people, Lan Huai clapped his hands excitedly, "It's amazing!"

Mengnie patted his head.

What is this? In fact, when Lan Huai saw him when he slaughtered several big families in the cultivation world, wouldn't he want to worship him even more?

No, he might tell him to say sorry to God like he killed the diva that day.

Meng Nie found that after meeting him, his ability to entertain himself seemed to have improved a lot.

"We're leaving."

"Leave?" Lan Huai asked blankly, "Why?"

"There's nothing to check here, I'm going to Gaoling Village to have a look."

Upon hearing that it was over there, Lan Huai suddenly became happy again: "Okay!"

Meng Nie took him by the hand and walked out of the hotel. Lan Huai noticed that there were bursts of police sirens and there were many people surrounding him. He moved over curiously to have a look, but was caught by Meng Nie tightly. He shook hands, "There's nothing to see."

The place to go this time is relatively far away, Meng Nie is not going to take the train, Lan Huai is held by him, and everything around him feels magical, everyone passes in front of him, and they disappear in a flash, or , You can see many, many people in a flash.

It's like watching flowers on a horse.

Gaoling Village is a very hidden village. When Meng Nie and Lan Huai arrived there, there was a cloud of white mist, and the air was full of the smell of cooking smoke.

Lan Huai was very strange.

In other words, there was nothing he wasn't curious about.

Meng Nie's cell phone rang suddenly. He looked down and found that it was the person in charge of the Yinba program. The other party told him that the online voting decided to let Lan Huai directly advance to the finals, so he came to inform him, don't forget to participate.

Meng Nie was taken aback, then smiled: "You mean, Lan Huai can advance to the finals?"

"Exactly." The person in charge said with joy in his tone, "Teacher Meng is probably as surprised as I am, but no matter what, this is a good thing for Lan Huai, please let him arrive on time when the time comes. "

"I think you made a mistake?" Meng Nie said indifferently: "Did I agree to let Lan Huai get the promotion chance through online voting?"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, but he was also a cunning old man, and immediately said: "We didn't inform you about this matter, so don't be offended if you forget Teacher Meng."

Monnie laughed.

Is there no notification in place or no notification at all.Although he was not at home, Meng Nie could think that the program team was just taking advantage of Lan Huai's popularity. At first they probably didn't think that Lan Huai would really be able to advance, so they didn't notify them at the beginning, but now It seems that Lan Huai really "surprised" them, otherwise Meng Nie would not have received this call at all.

The person in charge was embarrassed by his laughter.

The fact is indeed as Meng Nie thought, the program team never thought that Lan Huai could do it at first.

In fact, it was more than that. They originally thought that Meng Nie would at least take the initiative to contact the program group after hearing the news, but they didn't expect to wait and wait until they didn't get a call from Meng Nie. They were worried that Lan Huai would not be there by then, so the person in charge At this time, I personally called.

He was also really worried at this time.

If Lan Huai really didn't want to participate in the finals, then all the viewers who participated in the voting, including passers-by, would definitely blow up the official blog, and it was in the name of being a fan.

The person in charge thought of this, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Teacher Meng, don't be so decisive, should I ask Lan Huai's opinion?"

Lan Huai has been staring at Meng Nie since just now, seeing him turn to look at him now, he immediately stretched out his little paw.

Meng Nie handed him the phone with a blank expression, and Lan Huai immediately said, "Hello!"

"You, how are you." The person in charge was flashed by his voice, and the embarrassment of being embarrassed by Meng Nie's face was relieved, and he smiled: "You can directly advance to the finals of the Sound Master, are you happy?"

Of course Lan Huai is happy!But looking at the master's face, he whispered, "I dare not be happy."

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"I will discuss it with the master." Lan Huai said seriously, "Goodbye."

After he hung up the phone, he looked up at Mengnie, but the latter had already walked directly into the mountain village.

Lan Huai hurriedly followed.

This small village is somewhat familiar to Lan Huai, even though he has never been here before, Meng Nie walked on the road and suddenly found that several old people sitting at the entrance of the village were staring at him and whispering in local dialect.

He stood still, walked over slowly, and said, "Hello."

Lan Huai also greeted happily: "Hello!"

"Hey!" An old man stood up and said, "Young man, what are you here for?"

"We want to inquire about someone."

"Do you want to ask, is there someone exactly like you?" An old lady said this. Their accents are a bit strange, but they can still be understood after careful identification.

Meng Nie nodded immediately, and many people around looked over. A young man in his 30s was eating noodles, and he was staring at Meng Nie with his chopsticks.

Meng Nie's eyes fell on the people around him.

There are quite a few people squatting at the entrance of the village, some old and some young, those in their 30s stare at him suspiciously, those in their 50s surround him, and those in their 20s are at a loss.

Meng Nie had a faint judgment in his heart, and said: "Yes."

"Who are you?"

"He..." Meng Nie paused, then said with a smile, "It has something to do with it."

"Oh," said the old man, "you two look exactly alike! But he can't speak, and he died thirty years ago."

Meng Nie said: "How did you die?"

"He died suddenly, and no one has ever entered that house. Everyone thinks it is unlucky."

"Didn't his family be informed?"

"Who knows who he is, he sits by the river all day long, or goes back to the small hut, and usually only laughs when he comes out... But he is a good boy, but he has no name, Everyone didn't know what to do."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"At that time, there was no police station here 30 years ago, and the village committee didn't even know him when I asked for it, but I didn't know who buried him...it was on the mountain by the river."

"Could you please take us there?"

The old man patted a bare-bottomed boy on the head: "Go, take the guests to see the Fairy River."

"Fairy River?" Meng Nie said with a smile, "Isn't it called Lanhuai River?"

"The Lanhuai River was also spread 30 years ago, because the mute wrote a poem called "Lanhuai Water", and everyone felt that he should be talking about that river."

Meng Nie thanked him, dragged Lan Huai to follow the child, and another question arose in his heart.

The children bounced and walked ahead, turning their heads to greet them from time to time.

Lan Huai's ears moved slightly, and soon he heard the sound of the river flowing. He couldn't help speeding up, and the bags in his backpack poked out his head gently.

The two chased the child to the edge of the Fairy River, and the child turned around and said, "Come on, Zhang Hong!"

Before Lan Huai could react, Meng Nie had already taken out two red banknotes from his backpack, and said, "I'll ask you another question."

"Tell me." The child looked up at him after taking a photo of the truth against the sun.

"Xianzihe, what's the history?"

"It is said that a fairy took a bath in it!" The child waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Mengnie stood up straight, looking at the river in front of him.

He seemed to understand why his former self liked this river.

The sound of clear water has a bit of ding-dong sound, as if it comes from the distant horizon, which can calm people down.

Lan Huai suddenly ran forward a few steps, and both of them saw a grave about two feet away from the river.

Lan Huai ran over quickly, and suddenly squatted in front of the tombstone, his tears fell down instantly, his breathing was short of breath, and he couldn't cry.

Meng Nie followed him, frowning slowly.

On the marble tombstone are inscribed several large characters: "Mengnie's Tomb."

Lan Huai suddenly sat down in front of the tombstone and burst into tears.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't help crying.

Meng Nie's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He discovered...he didn't like Lan Huai crying, even if the other party was crying because of him.

He squatted down slowly, and said softly, "Lan Huai."

"What should I do, what should I do...?" Lan Huai couldn't help crying while being hugged by him, "I'm so sad, master..."

Meng Nie got a little bit savored, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you crying, am I living a good life?"

Lan Huai still wanted to cry: "It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, the master wouldn't have worked so hard and overworked..." "Don't cry."

Lan Huai pouted and looked up at him.

Meng Nie suddenly wanted to know something.

He was curious about Lan Huai's reaction when he knew that the person who made him was killed.

Could he still be so innocent and even kind?Will he hate it?Will you be gnashing your teeth and wanting to kill that person?

He was really, really curious.

He looked into Lan Huai's eyes, and said in a vile voice, "It's not that he was overworked, he was killed."

Lan Huai looked at him blankly and forgot to cry for a while.

"Someone killed him so that he's lying here all alone."

As a result, he was entangled in that otherworldly system, went through vicissitudes, all good bones were wiped out, and only the ultimate evil remained.

He was crazy, violent, painful, anxious, cruel...all because of that person.

He suddenly exuded extreme resentment and resentment.

In these countless vicissitudes, he is suffering all the time.

For others, suffering is just a word, but for him, suffering is a long experience.

He provoked the young man's clean and innocent face, and his melodious voice was deep and mellow, with the temptation of evil poppy.

"He died... so miserable."

The author has something to say:

So angry!My little angel actually started crying on other people's graves!angry!