Chapter 558: Doing ideological work

Gnar is a hero, but he chose to risk his life at Xia Weiran's hands. Once, in order to save his own life and avoid being stewed, it met Xia Weiran's excessive requirements for a special title.

At this time, it said, if I keep singing, I will commit suicide.

Therefore, in this world, we are most afraid of comparison.

If not for comparison, how could the brutality of Thirty-three Days' singing be contrasted so completely?

Ignoring what Narr said on the nearby channel, Xia Weiran tried to keep his expression tight: he couldn't laugh, he couldn't be disgusted, he couldn't...

Oh my god, I can't bear it anymore...

I just hope that Zhao Chuan can pass... pass... pass...

Xia Weiran looked at Zhao Chuan's expression and felt that he might not be able to pass this level.

Whenever he announces that his eldest brother can't sing well, I'm afraid they will have to meet again at the resurrection point!

Just when the eldest brother finished the song and Zhao Chuan was about to speak, Xia Weiran spoke first.

"Please wait!"

She jumped up, grabbed the little wooden spirit hiding in Zhen's hair, and brought it to Zhao Chuan: "Actually, it sings better!"

Zhao Chuan looked at Xiao Mu Ling.

Little Wood Spirit... Little Wood Spirit's two empty holes faced Zhao Chuan, as if they were glowing. On its big head, a faint red line can be seen.

"Huh……"

Xia Weiran herself felt something was wrong. She brought the little wood spirit in front of her and was surprised to find: "Xiao Yiyi, your tail is bifurcated!"

Zhao Chuan:......

Xiao Mu Ling:......

Thirty-three days:…

Why do you feel like this guy is so stupid?

"Is this evolution?" Yao couldn't stop asking. He didn't pay much attention to the little wood spirit, but he also knew that the little guy was just a naked little one, with no arms or legs. At this time, what Xia Weiran called the bifurcation of the tail was actually more like the little wood spirit growing two special legs.

"evolution?"

Thirty-three people looked at the little wood spirit thoughtfully.

Zhao Chuan looked at the little wood spirit: "It doesn't even have a mouth. How can it sing?"

"Yes, it will!"

Xia Weiran let the little wooden spirit stand in the palm of his hand: "Although it has no mouth, it has followed Bard to collect harmonious sounds since the day it was born. It and its friends have all been influenced by music. , and I often sing!”

"Okay, then I'll give you another chance." Zhao Chuan looked at the little wood spirit with expectation on his face.

Xiao Mu Ling:......

Xia Weiran understood that this still required ideological work.

"Do you want to sing?"

Xia Weiran took the little wood spirit that was unwilling to "speak" a little further away, and then threatened it: "If you don't cooperate, we will all die. Then I will never let you go if you are so petty! I will let my eldest brother I’ll sing in your ears every day and torture you to death!”

The desperate little wood spirit:...

Zhao Chuan, who still has lingering fears:...

Thirty-three people with very good hearing:...

Just like Nar succumbed to thirty-three days of singing, the little wood spirit who was good at music reacted even more. It had to make this simple but difficult decision: sing to save its life.

"Yeah... babbling... babbling..."

After all, it cannot speak and can only hum the tunes of music. However, these seemingly meaningless hums form beautiful pictures, which make people see magnificent scenes in front of their eyes and feel great pride in their hearts. The war song begins, the war is coming.

Zhao Chuan was listening carefully, his eyes were red as he listened. Perhaps, it is because I miss the past a hundred years ago; perhaps, I am feeling nostalgic for the past hundred years of thinking; perhaps, I regret that I cannot tell it and sing it in person.