I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

Qiong Ren remembered that a few months ago, when he came home from practice, he saw a lavender plush rabbit sitting by the side of the road.

At that time, he thought that he had picked up something that others didn't want and turned it into his own treasure, but it was...

He raised Tutu up: "Are you waiting for me on my way home?"

The plush rabbit nodded.

"But I forgot about you..." Qiong Ren hugged it, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The plush rabbit patted softly on his arm.

It doesn't matter.The rabbit knows that the owner loves it very much.The owner did not forget it voluntarily.

"Who threw you away? Lian Qingquan?"

Tutu shook his head, it couldn't speak, and waved its short hands a little anxiously, Yanmo held up his phone, and motioned, "Write here."

Tutu's furry hand blocked half of the screen.

Every time Qiong Ren saw this scene, he was amazed. How did he type accurately on the touch screen...

Plush Rabbit wrote:

[At that time, I was not a little monster, so I can't remember the face. 】

[On the train, the owner was sick, Lian Qingquan walked away, and the stranger abandoned Tutu. 】

Yan Mo pondered: "The reason why I went on a business trip ten years ago was because the City God of Lingzhou made a big mistake and got away with a group of ghosts, which had a very bad influence. The City God was dismissed by me and is still in the cold ice Great hell as a jailer.

"You were sick on the train, and you forgot about this little rabbit, maybe it has something to do with it."

Yan Mo suddenly remembered something: "When did you start to be afraid of ghosts?"

Qiong Ren's character, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but how can he be afraid of ghosts alone, and he is so afraid that he can faint.

Qiong Ren tried hard to recall: "It seems that after being picked up by Lian Qingquan... My memory of being ill on the train is very vague. Could it be that I really hit a ghost on the train and left a deep psychological shadow, so I don't care about ghosts?" PTSD."

Yan Mo: "It's possible."

The dean called for someone: "If you don't want to, you two will chat quietly there. Shouldn't you spend more time with me when you come back?"

Qiong Ren carried Tutu and Yan Mo went over together.

The dean held up a glass of coconut juice: "There is no one in our family who drinks alcohol. Let's have a drink together. I wish everyone good health, progress every day, and a happy union for a hundred years."

After the adults and children drank drinks together, they started booing and asked Qiong Ren to perform.

Qiong Ren planned to sing an old song from [-], "May I Live Long", so he gave Yanmo his cell phone and asked Yanmo to help record a video.

The manager was very sour: "I used to record it all."

Yan Mo didn't speak.Anyway, he was the one who recorded it later.

Hell.

The WeChat reminders of Emperor Song and Secretary Jin, who were meeting with the Eight Kings, rang together, and Qiong Ren sent a video in the group.

In the video, Qiong Ren sat in the courtyard under the moon and sang leisurely: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

Nostalgia appeared in Secretary Jin's eyes, this is a song belonging to his era.

When they sang the last line, "I wish you a long life, we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles", the two couldn't help but looked at each other, and Secretary Jin turned his head away first.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to you all." Qiong Ren smiled sweetly in the video.

Their mobile phones rang again, and Qiong Ren transferred 999 to them respectively.

Secretary Jin immediately exaggeratedly sighed: "Hey, the child is too sensible, so poor and gave us red envelopes. In fact, we have no use for this world's money. Ah. It's 99 yuan, what a waste!"

Song Diwang also frowned, and intentionally or unintentionally turned the payment interface to others: "That's right, he even recorded songs for us, why is it so troublesome? And as an idol, he should send this kind of video to fans for business, but he Only send it to Secretary Kim and me, you really don’t know how to win fans’ hearts, right?”

Secretary Jin and Song Emperor Qiqi looked at the other eight Yan Jun.

At this time, only the ellipsis can represent Yan Jun's mood, showing off is showing off, and you have to say it in such a roundabout way.

King Qin Guang came over and said, "Transfer the video to me."

It was past twelve o'clock when we returned to Yunyu Garden.

Yan Mo parked the car, and the two walked slowly towards the house under the moonlight.

Qiong Ren hugged the stuffed rabbit tightly, and said to Yanmo, "Thank you for the reward. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know the story of Tutu."

Yan Mo smiled: "You're welcome."

Qiong Ren stopped, a little nervous: "I want to reward you too, what do you want?"

He specifically emphasized: "Anything is fine."

I always feel that with the character of my neighbor, I will definitely make very inconspicuous requests, because neighbors are like this, they never take credit for good deeds, and do not want to repay them.

But he wanted to reciprocate.

Yan Mo thought for a while: "Sing "The Light Chaser" to me."

Qiong Ren: "Huh?"

This song is not a taboo that you call untouchable in the haunted house, why do you suddenly want to listen to it...

Neighbor, wake up, how can a song that makes you sleepless be a reward?

Qiong Ren stared helplessly at Yan Mo: "Do you know what a reward is?"

Yan Mo suddenly moved a little closer. He bent down so that he could look into Qiong Ren's beautiful eyes: "Aran, sing for me."

His voice was low and deep, with annoying magnetism. Qiong Ren's breath was stagnant, and he stepped back decisively: "Don't use this unreasonable attack method to act like a baby. What if the insomnia becomes more serious?"

Yan Mo looked at him: "I want to listen to it even after 3000 years of insomnia."

Qiong Ren was speechless.

There is no way to refuse.

Yan Mo suggested: "Go and sit in the pavilion and sing."

Qiongren and he went to the kiosk on the lotus pond. Urged by Yanmo, they could only sing a cappella very carefully. While singing, they carefully observed Yanmo's face. If there was anything wrong, Qiongren would stop immediately.

When he finished singing the last verse, Yan Mo didn't show a broken expression. Qiong Ren pursed his lower lip and pinched Tutu's arm: "What, how? Nothing happened in the underworld, right? Santuhe didn't." blow it up?"

Yanmo shook his head, staring at the void with bewildered eyes, muttering in a low voice: "I haven't dared to hear why for so long..."

Qiong Ren caught a glimpse of something from his blankness, and guessed, "Is Secretary Nan's out-of-tune serious? Do you have her recording, I want to hear it."

Yan Mo's eyes were blank, he shook his head again, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and said solemnly: "If you listen to it, it may cause serious consequences."

But Qiong Ren's curiosity had already aroused, he covered the plush rabbit's ears, and said bravely: "Come on."

Yan Mo pressed the play button, and Secretary Nan's voice came out.

After hearing only one sentence, Qiong Ren's face turned blue.How could there be such an evil song... Could it be that Secretary Nan is a manifestation of all living beings in the Hungry Ghost Realm?Otherwise, how can you sing something that makes you want to scratch your head.

The most frightening thing was that she actually sang very well, and her voice was also very nice, and even the quality of her singing was similar to that of Qiong Ren to some extent.

She is not out of tune, and the pitch of some notes is not accurate, but this is normal. A real singer also needs to adjust all the pitches in the later stage.

The song sung by Secretary Nan is "The Light Chaser" to anyone who listens to it, but it just makes people feel disappointed.

When Qiong Ren heard the fourth line, he was about to vomit before reaching the chorus, so he grabbed the phone and turned off the player.

Every line that Secretary Nan sang made people feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable all over, as if they were lifted up from the middle by a thread, neither sitting nor standing, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

Anyway...

To say that she sang a song really understates the lethality contained in it.

No wonder it was described by Yan Mo as "a taboo that cannot be touched".

Qiong Ren put Tutu aside, held Yanmo's hands tightly, and said sincerely: "You have worked hard.

"You can actually work with this kind of thing for three years. I swear, from now on, you are the person and god I admire the most. There is no one."

Now Qiong Ren feels that even if one day our ball perishes and civilization disappears, Hades will still be the peerless hero who can save the building from falling and rebuild the progress of our ball's civilization with his own efforts.

"You listen to this kind of stuff every day at work, but it's just insomnia, and you're not as schizophrenic as King Qin Guang, wow—"

Qiong Ren didn't know what to say: "As expected of the King of Hades."

This thing can be given to Yincha and the Special Affairs Department, it is simply the ultimate sonic weapon.Not only he and Yan Wang were tormented, those evil spirits should also be severely punished by Secretary Nan's singing.

Yan Mo is really pitiful, how could there be such a miserable Hades.

He loved each other, and said to Yanmo: "I'll sing you to sleep tonight. Although it may not be effective, if you can replace Secretary Nan's singing in your mind, you should feel better."

Yan Mo, who was deeply confused and regretful, suddenly raised his head, sat upright, with a reserved expression: "Is it okay? Thank you."

The anticipation in the eyes is almost full.

Qiong Ren couldn't help laughing, and took the opportunity to make a condition: "I am so kind to you, can you not call me Aran in the future?"

Yanmo: "You don't like me calling you Aran?"

Seeing the disappointed expression on his handsome face, Qiong Ren's heart went numb in an instant, no wonder Xi Zi's holding her heart would attract Dong Shi to imitate her.

The good-looking person frowns and looks aggrieved. It's a foul. How can he solemnly declare his request.

"Aran," Yan Mo leaned over, with a low and sweet voice, "Is it okay for me to call you that occasionally?"

Qiong Ren rubbed his ear canals, flinched back desperately, and stuck himself against the railing as much as possible: "Don't come here! How many times have you called tonight?"

"Oh," Yan Mo looked at him, his deep eyes shone with light behind him, but his gaze shrouded Qiong Ren's body like substance, "Then I'll yell less tomorrow, okay?"

Seeing him like this, Qiong Ren nodded unconsciously.

Yanmo was satisfied: "Then it's settled."

Qiong Ren: "..."

etc!Why did it become like this!

What a mistake!Neighbors are getting more and more deceptive!

After the two of them washed up, Qiong Ren took a chair and sat on Yanmo's bedside, looking at Yanmo's sleeping posture, he was speechless for a while.

This sleeping position is like entering a coffin, too peaceful.

"Close your eyes, I'm going to sing."

Yan Mo closed his eyes.Now he has no obsession with sleeping, anyway, the room is filled with the fragrance of Qiong Ren, so he can maintain a good mood without sleeping.

But because Qiong Ren was in the room, the scent became more obvious.

Qiong Ren's voice was soft and soft, drifting down with the fragrance of his body, entangled with Yan Mo's body, making him feel completely immersed in Qiong Ren's presence.

An indescribable sense of lightness spread over him, as if even the bones in his body became much lighter. He lost weight and melted into Qiong Ren's soft singing.

After suffering from insomnia for more than three years, Yan Mo finally fell asleep again.