The live broadcast room of Jiuxiao Huanpei.

After waiting for a long time, Jiuxiao Huanpei joked with the iron fans who stubbornly guarded the live broadcast room, while calculating the time in his heart.

"The total length of "Fuxi Shentianxiang" is three or four minutes, and six or seven minutes have passed, why haven't there been any responses? Could it be that my group of fans are too irritable and make trouble in the wind?"

Counting the time, Jiuxiao Huanpei felt that there should be a reply, but there was no movement, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"This competition means a lot to me, although I am still squeezed to sixth by the sudden wind, but where my fan base is, he can't hold me down. And my ultimate goal is to be the first, to correct the name of myself and our Zhangjiaqin lineage. ”

"If there is any chaos and it has a bad impact, I am afraid that it will inevitably affect my final result of winning the first place in the competition. I should have restrained myself just now, Feng is still just a newcomer after all, I didn't have the patience to fight with him, and deliberately made problems and difficulties, suppressing the newcomer's hat I'm afraid it's going to be solid. ”

"I can use my skills to suppress newcomers, or learn piano skills to get around, if this group of fans makes any big noise, I am afraid that the impression of this competition will be really difficult to clean up. ”

Thinking about it in my heart, Jiuxiao Huanpei couldn't rest assured.

So he said to the fans: "I don't know what the situation is right there, do you think I should turn around his live broadcast room?"

"It is estimated that the wind is still not playing well, and it was exposed by everyone on the spot, and now it is making a lot of noise, so it is a waste of time. Jiuxiao doesn't have to worry about it, this thing is still caused by that wind, if he doesn't scream, how can it be exposed. ”

One fan replied.

Most of the others said the same thing.

Jiuxiao Huanpei watched a few of them, and felt that he still couldn't solve the doubts in his heart, so he planned to stop asking fans and go to the live broadcast room to watch it by himself.

However, just when he wanted to switch to the live broadcast room, he saw a prompt on the screen that kept refreshing-

"The wind flew and the sand came to the live broadcast room. ”

Qin Xin dyed Mengshi Wushuang came to the live broadcast room. ”

"The north wind north wind north wind came to the live broadcast room. ”

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Moxiao came to the live broadcast room. ”

……

Looking at the sudden prompt to enter the live broadcast room, Jiuxiao Huanpei stopped the idea of checking the wind in the live broadcast room, and couldn't wait to ask in the live broadcast room-

"Why did he play it for so long? Or did you go too far, catch him and play it badly, and it's deadly black?"

The first two questions are just the introduction, and the last one is the focus.

After all, the fans are his, and they all passed from him, if the quality performance is too low, the impact on him will definitely not be good.

He asked, and the barrage on the screen began to walk.

[Brother Feng finished playing a long time ago, but Brother Feng played so well, and now his mind is still full of Brother Feng's piano sound, drooling ......]

[Brother Feng doesn't play well?

[Brother Black Wind, I'm afraid he's not mentally retarded?]

[Aftermath around the beam, aftersound around the beam, ahhhhhh

There were a lot of barrages, and Jiuxiao Huanpei glanced back and forth on the screen with a pair of eyes, but found that there was no information about the wind still playing the piano badly.

On the contrary, almost all of them are still content in praise of the wind.

Jiuxiao Huanpei was shocked.

"Mengmeng, do you think the wind still plays well?"

Jiuxiao Huanpei saw the name behind Qin Xin's dream poem Wushuang, and the message barrage that followed, which was also a word of praise for the wind, and hurriedly asked.

"???" Qin Xin dyed Mengshi Wushuang and hit three question marks in a row.

Then without waiting for Jiuxiao Huanpei to ask what the three question marks meant, he typed out another paragraph:

"Mengmeng is calling me? I'm sorry, we don't know each other, I used to give you a reward, because I think you play the piano well, not that we have a good relationship. Also, Brother Feng plays the piano better than you, which can be heard by anyone who listens to it. What you said before that if you lose and give Brother Feng the Nine Seats of the South Farewell, you must remember to honor it!!"

This paragraph of text directly made Jiuxiao Huanpei stunned.

"What's the situation, Mengmeng, oh no, Qin's heart is dyed with Mengshi, do you really think the wind still plays better than me?"

Jiuxiao Huanpei, who had come to his senses, asked again.

"It's not that I really think, it's all of us. Qin Xin dyed the dream poem Wushuang replied ruthlessly.

Jiuxiao Huanpei refocused his gaze on the barrage full of screens, and sure enough, they were all dense, and they all looked like Brother Feng.

At this moment, Jiuxiao Huanpei's whole person was completely stupid.

There was a dull ache in my heart.

After a while, looking at the full screen of the wind, Brother Feng really didn't play anymore, and Jiuxiao Huanpei finally spoke again.

"Okay, sure enough, the human affection is warm and warm, the world is hot and cold, and the affection is for a second. If you think the wind is still playing well, go to his live broadcast room and say, don't pretend to be Brother Feng here. ”

Jiuxiao Huanpei's face was cold.

He was a little furious.

The current result is completely different from what he thought before, it can be said that there are 108,000 miles, the gap between heaven and earth.

Before this, he was still worried about whether his fans would go too far and make some mess in the wind.

However, the result is that these fans he was worried about have turned around and become fans of Fengyi, and fans are still okay, and they will turn their faces when they talk to him.

It's just heartless.

He was so angry that he didn't hide it, and the audience watching the live broadcast was all in full view.

Everyone also thinks that it's good to continue to brush the wind here, it's not interesting, it's better to go to the live broadcast room where the wind is still alive and listen to a few more beautiful piano songs.

So, they withdrew from the live broadcast room for a while.

However, there were still a few enthusiastic people, and when they finally withdrew, they brought a wave of rhythm -

[Nine Zhongnan farewells are in hand, we thank Jiuxiao Dada, brother Daifeng!]

[Nine Zhongnan farewells are in hand, we thank Jiuxiao Dada, brother Daifeng!]

[Nine Zhongnan farewells are in hand, we thank Jiuxiao Dada, brother Daifeng!]

……

After the rhythm was over, everyone retreated one after another and transferred to the live broadcast room where the wind was still blowing.

Jiuxiao Huanpei, who was trembling with anger, tried to hold back his anger in the live broadcast room, and his face was blue and red.

and a fan who was stunned by the battle just now, where it was inexplicable.

……

Chen Qingfeng's live broadcast room.

[Brother Feng, we're back!]

[Jiuxiao Huanpei has already admitted defeat, Brother Feng, you have won (*╹▽╹*)]

[Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Moxiao gave Feng still a jar of 82-year-old Lanling wine, and left a message: A pot of good wine for Brother Feng, by the way, I asked for a cool song for Jiuxiao Huanpei]

[Fengyun Impermanence presents a jar of 82-year-old Du Kang wine, and leaves a message: The same is Jiuxiao Huanpei for coolness]

[If you dream of giving away a jar of 82-year-old Baling wine, and leave a message: The same is Jiuxiao Huanpei for coolness]

The rhythm is together, and the screen is full of wine for coolness.

Chen Qingfeng shook his head again and again.

"Forget about Liangliang, let's continue the previous song. ”

It's not difficult for Liangliang to bounce, but it hurts too much if it pops up, Chen Qingfeng has no intention of entanglement with Jiuxiao Huanpei, so of course he won't play any more Liangliang at this time.

After saying a word, he buried his head in the piano and planned to play the piano.

However, when his eyes returned to the piano, he frowned.