Po Tian Xie Zun

"I don't want it, I just like him and I want to marry him, father, you are the emperor, you have a golden mouth, you can't say nothing."

Pouted, Shui Bingxin seemed to be possessed by a demon. From childhood, when others saw her, they either flattered her or dared to be angry and dare not speak out. Only Xie Wuya, he was the first man who dared to say no to her. , and she is so handsome, with ridiculously high cultivation talent, even though she knows that he has an unusual relationship with Fengdi and doesn't like herself very much, she still wants to marry him and be his evil queen.

"You...presumptuous, Xin'er, there is a limit to what your father can do with you, if you don't know what to do, don't blame your father for being ruthless."

Seeing this, the old emperor was also angry. Judging by Fengdi Xiedi's appearance, he knew that they valued each other more than their own lives. This was no longer a question of whether to mention marriage. It is said that the two countries may go to war because of this, making him, the emperor, a sinner through the ages, and he will not continue to pamper her no matter what.

"I... woo... empress mother, my father bullies others, I don't want to live anymore, empress mother..."

Ever since she was sensible, her father had never yelled at her like this. Shui Bingxin flattened her mouth in grievance, and turned around and threw herself into the queen's arms, crying. She just wanted to marry a man she liked, was it so difficult?Why doesn't the father understand?

"This...Xin'er, your father's words are very reasonable. A twisted melon is not sweet. The evil emperor is excellent, but he doesn't love you. Why are you so obsessed with it?"

The queen looked at the father and daughter in embarrassment, patted her daughter's back and comforted her earnestly. She married the emperor who was still a prince at the age of 13. Over the years, it can be said that she has seen through the fickleness of men. The most ruthless emperor's family, If possible, she would rather her daughter marry a poor commoner casually.

"I don't, I don't, Queen Mother, people just like Xie Wuya, woo woo..."

Seeing that threats didn't work, Shui Bingxin switched to acting like a baby, anyway, she would never give up until she achieved her goal.

"Ugh…"

The empress looked at each other deeply, both sighed helplessly, looked up at Xie Wuya who was already standing on the stage in the distance, her daughter has been spoiled by them, it is better to take a gamble than let her act recklessly , I hope the evil emperor can see the friendship between the two countries and show mercy.

"Don't cry, I promise you yes, but Xin'er, I also hope that you can be mentally prepared. The evil emperor obviously doesn't like you. If he rejects you in public, I hope you don't feel embarrassed. Father has given You have a chance, since you insist on making such a choice, I will grant you, and you must give up the idea of ​​marrying the evil emperor, and obediently marry the man arranged by the emperor for you."

After all, the old emperor was still defeated by his daughter, who cried, made trouble and hanged himself three times, but it also made his throne countdown to the countdown. If he knew, he would not agree even if he died, right?It's a pity that money is hard to buy, and I knew it earlier, and all the causal cycles are preordained in the dark.

"Thank you, Queen Mother, Xin'er likes you the most."

Shui Bingxin burst into tears instantly and laughed, embraced them excitedly and kissed each other, then turned and returned to her seat, staring at Xie Wuya on the opposite stage with burning eyes, her smile was as bright as a flower, she probably would never have imagined in her dreams, for Woman, Xie Wuya has never had the so-called pity complex, what he doesn't want to do, even if a knife is on his neck, he won't nod, let alone reject a little princess.

Duanmuli, who saw their interaction in his eyes and listened to his ears from the beginning to the end, raised the corners of his lips, his eyes overflowed with evil, his hands gracefully folded on his abdomen, and he glanced meaningfully at the calm Feng Xingtian and the almost ready evil Wuya, the real show is about to begin.

On the other side, Xie Wuya borrowed a lyre from the palace servants, stuffed it into Shui Wufeng's arms without thinking, brazenly hugged him and said with a smile: "You should know it, right?"

"Do you have a chance to say no? Say, sing or dance?"

Rolling his eyes weakly, Shui Wufeng sat cross-legged behind the stage holding the piano. Fortunately, he has worked hard to study all the musical instruments of this era in order to make a living, otherwise he would just wait for the skylight to open.

"Nonsense, of course it's singing, do you think an otaku can dance?"

Xie Wuya squatted down while talking, reached out to pluck the strings, and quickly transitioned through the songs from the previous life in his mind, which song is the most suitable for Xing Tian to sing to him?It seems that there are many love songs, but there are very few that really fit the artistic conception.

"Why not? Some nerds dance really well. You've heard of nerd gods and goddesses. Under their temptation, many nerds can dance, and there are passionate pole dances, sand dances and so on. It's amazing."

Raising his eyebrows, Shui Wufeng said happily, thanks to the advanced network technology of the 21st century, even if he pays little attention to those things, he can learn a lot from the Internet.

"Er... what you said is not me. No matter how beautiful a goddess is, she is still a woman. Labor and management like male gods."

His forehead went black, and Xie Wuya stared at him speechlessly. He stays at home every day, either reading books or watching GVs, listening to music, chatting with netizens, etc. Whoever they have nothing to do will go to see those otaku goddesses who came out of P ah.

"No, you seem to be quite relaxed. Even if you love a male god, you shouldn't even know how to dance, right? Then what if you're hungry? Masturbate?"

Saying that, Shui Wufeng lowered her eyes to look at his crotch in all kinds of ambiguous ways, Xie Wuya's ass hurts, I wish I could slap him to death, damn it, why is there him everywhere, don't complain about him Is it going to die?

"Go to hell, help me think of a song to sing."

"Grass, you dare to come on stage without even thinking about singing?"

Hearing this, Shui Wufeng is speechless, is he too confident or too blind?

"There is nothing that I, Xie Wuya, dare not."

Sword eyebrow raised, domineering and strong, Xie Wuya completely took it for granted, Shui Wufeng's shoulders collapsed, completely declaring defeat to him, paralyzed, probably only he dared to be so bold, did he even know where to sit? All of them are the most powerful characters in the entire continent.

"It can't be too modern. Most of the ancient songs are related to Chinese history, and they don't involve much love. What kind of song is suitable for Xing Tian in our family?"

Ignoring his pain, Xie Wuya stroked his chin and looked at Feng Xingtian in the distance. In his eyes, other people were all decorations. To put it mildly, he was entertaining everyone. To put it mildly, he just wanted to please everyone. own man.

"Okay, I'm speechless to you. Isn't your man known as the God of War? There are no ancient love songs, so there should be a lot about fighting, right? Think about it carefully, and just hum it to me once you've made up your mind. Can't help you."

From his words, Shui Wufeng finally knew why he came to perform on stage. Apart from being speechless, he no longer knew how to complain about him. Shaoyang and the others were right, she is a slave, as long as Feng Xingtian is around, He can only see him forever in his eyes, and he is the only one in his heart.

"Is it about the battle?"

This one seems to be much simpler. There are many ancient songs about fighting, delete the ones related to history, and the rest is... "Yes, War Soul Yin, haha... Although there are some lyrics that don't fit my beauty, but they are the most suitable for him. .”

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Xie Wuya finally thought of it, Shui Wufeng raised his eyebrows in doubt, is there such a song?

"How to sing?"

"That's it…"

Mysteriously attached to his ear, Xie Wuya cleared his throat and sang the whole song a cappella. Shui Wufeng quickly memorized the tune while listening, with a little surprise in his eyes. Many men don't like songs with too much ancient flavor, but unexpectedly... "How? Can it be played?"

After singing, Xie Wuya asked enthusiastically, Shui Wufeng pondered for a while, closed his eyes and recalled the melody just now in his mind again, a smile came to the corner of his mouth: "OK!"

"Great, I'll leave the part of the song to you."

Standing up excitedly, Xie Wuya looked over everyone, met Feng Xingtian's eyes at a distance of about 20 meters, and a voice mixed with strength slowly sounded: "I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. Although I was born in a famous family, I don't What kind of talent, all day long, besides leveling up and fighting monsters, is leveling up and fighting monsters. While I am happy today, I will show my shame. This song "Battle Soul Yin" is dedicated to my favorite, His Majesty Fengdi. May he always be my Ziling The country's undefeated God of War!"

The words with a little humor amuse many people and make everyone quiet instantly. They have never even heard the title of the song he said, and everyone is listening with great interest. The sound sounded, Xie Wuya put one hand behind his back, one hand across his abdomen, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Look lightly at the beacon smoke passing the wild geese in the sky

Searching for the past so many things without a trace

How beautiful the country is, everyone laughs and talks about the towering

Who is the hero in the yellow sand?

Pointing to Jiangshan Road, shaking hands with long swords

The horse's hooves are crushed, the frost is clear and the mist is hazy

The golden crow appears in the sky but is surrounded by smoke and dust

Who can understand whether it is drunk, dream or awake?

sword dance

(Who judges heroes by success or failure?)

Let the drums of war shake the sky

Ren Qianchen flies past and blows the willows down

How can the flowers be sad? Who made the world full of whirling?

There's no right or wrong to set the sky on fire

Blood-stained military uniform, why not just let out a laugh, even if it's only in exchange for silence

The blood rains down on the sky and a long rainbow appears

One hundred thousand pennants move with the wind

The drums of war resound, a sword pierces the sky

How many people succeeded in Phoenix Nirvana

Riding a horse for thousands of miles, single in the moonlight

Beacon is undecided, look back and raise the longbow

Sizhu Le Weiyang breaks into the palace

A war song attracts the clouds in all directions

sword dance

(Who judges heroes by success or failure?)

Let the drums of war shake the sky

Ren Qianchen flies past and blows the willows down

How can the flowers be sad? Who made the world full of whirling?

There's no right or wrong to set the sky on fire

Blood-stained military uniform, why not just let out a laugh, even if it's only in exchange for silence

(Blood-stained uniforms and why is there only silence left in the world)

Let the clear singing sweep away the silence

Abandon sadness and watch the heroic soul guarding the country

No regrets in this life

I don't know how the descendants of the vicissitudes of life will determine their merits and demerits after thousands of years

(After thousands of years of vicissitudes, others will determine the merits and demerits) [Excerpt from - War Soul Yinge] The lyrics are impassioned, and the rhyme is ups and downs. With his singing, it seems that there is a living scene of yellow sand rolling in front of their eyes, and a magnificent war scene Similarly, once the general is successful, everyone knows that the general's glory is soaked in blood and piled up with bones, but no one knows that the sadness and helplessness in the general's heart. In order to protect their homeland, they have to blood-stain the mainland and abandon their conscience. , and even indifferently accept the judgment of future generations, what kind of helplessness is this, except for the generals who fought on the battlefield, I am afraid that no one can understand it?

"Clap clap..."

After a long silence, Feng Xingtian stood up excitedly. Under his leadership, almost everyone stood up. The thunderous applause resounded from every corner of the venue. Xie Wuya conquered them with his singing!