This realization made Wen Wen take half a step back.

She knew the concert was a success.

She knew that in the coming days, she would be praised by people.

They will praise her for singing Yin Wushuang's tunes to the fullest.

They will praise her for being worthy of Xiao Yin Wushuang.

They will also post a message to mourn Yin Wushuang, full of their beliefs.

Can...... She's warm!

She is warm, she is not Yin Wushuang!

She doesn't want to live in the code name of Xiao Yin Wushuang for the rest of her life!

She doesn't want to live in the shadow of the dead for the rest of her life!

Tonight is her bar mitzvah!

What she wants to hear is her own shout!

The prelude to the second Yin Wushuang song sounded, and the audience began to shout "Queen Queen" again, and anger arose in his heart, and he suddenly turned around and stepped off the stage and locked himself in the dressing room.

Not long after, the senior management called and questioned.

Warm connected, said "extremely uncomfortable", and hung up the phone.

She knew that she couldn't expand Yin Wushuang's influence anymore, otherwise, she would not be able to get rid of the title of "Little Yin Wushuang" for the rest of her life.

Anyway, the outside world knows that she memorized the manuscript all night some time ago and was unwell, which is a good excuse.

Get through the next few songs, and then reduce the number of songs that sing Yin Wushuang...... She will tell the outside world that she is warm, and she is no longer Xiao Yin Wushuang.

Warmth leaned on the table, ignoring the knock outside.

She could hear the sound coming from the stereo, and it was already in the middle of the song.

She can also hear the confusion and commotion of her fans.

She didn't care.

"I think that many people in the audience are coming for Yin Wushuang."

Suddenly, there was such a sentence in my ears.

The familiar voice made Wen Nuan raise his head and look sharply in the direction of the stage: "That ugly girl's voice!" ”

The ugly girl is on stage, what does she want to do?

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On the suspended stage, Yin Wushuang was wearing the uniform of Vantage High School and holding the microphone: "There are many people who come to Yin Wushuang and want to look back on the scene a hundred years ago, although I don't know why Miss Wen quit halfway, but everyone spent a lot of money to buy tickets, so it was wasted, it's a pity."

If you want to listen to those songs, I am willing to give you an ugly offering. Can you please ask the staff to replay the accompaniment of this song? ”

Under the stage, Xuanyuan's shallow eyes lit up with fire, and she walked straight towards the staff in charge of accompaniment.

As soon as she took a step, Xuanyuan retreated again, she grabbed Lan Hai's clothes, and her eyes were serious: "Stop the warmth." ”

Blue Ocean nodded solemnly.

The prelude to the song sounded again, and there was silence in the audience, and they were still a little confused, a little unaware of what was going on.

The people on the stage looked average, there were sparrows in the lights, she was wearing a uniform that seemed to be familiar, and her temperament around her was familiar.

She was...... That young nine-rank alchemist, Miss Sixie?

Will she also sing the Queen's songs?

At the end of the prelude, Yin Wushuang's red lips opened lightly, and his calm voice and infectious singing voice eliminated everyone's worries.

As the song gradually became higher, Yin Wushuang closed his eyes: "I will be like the mythical hundred-eyed giant, waiting for the eternal unquenchable fire, and I will be like a fierce dog in hell, guarding your dream of faith." ”

"Queen!" In the audience, someone shouted at the top of their voices.

Immediately after, the overwhelming shouts rolled in like a tidal wave.

Backstage, Xuanyuan covered his mouth shallowly, but he couldn't hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Why did she go on stage, it was my concert! It's mine! Let her get the hell down! The warmth that came from the dressing room was menacing, but he was suppressed by the coercion of the blue ocean and couldn't move, watching Yin Wushuang sing.

The lighting engineer was infected by the atmosphere in the venue, and hit all the lights on Yin Wushuang, as if the world was so big that only she was independent and could not be copied.

The people watching the live broadcast on the Internet were stunned and stopped what they were doing.

Passers-by on the Grand Plaza of Dijing stopped their hurried pace, looked up at the big advertising screen, and listened.

At that moment, it was as if they saw the Savior standing under the light, traveling through a full hundred years.

Chen Group, Chen Lin, who was smoking on the balcony, loosened his fingers, and the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, and he looked at the advertising screen on the opposite commercial building, his eyes were like torches.