Fei Yang took the lead in opening the special topic about the battle of the gods on the player, but when the new works sung by the singers and queens and even the music fathers themselves in the special feature were presented in front of him, Fei Yang suddenly had a blank frustration-

The list is indeed full of big guys.

The works of a certain Qu Dad in Qindi, the works of a certain song queen in Qi Di, the works of a certain Qu Dad in Chu Di, etc., can all be called Fei Yang's fierce opponents in the battle of the gods.

It's just that there are so many works, whose song should I listen to first?

Some time ago, the loneliness that arose because of the choice of Xianyu's work to be sung by Jiang Kui suddenly hit my heart again.

Fei Yang was a little stunned to find that he had never regarded anyone else as an opponent except for Envy in his eyes.

Even if it's a battle of the gods.

Even other people are perverted.

Even if someone may be better than the envy fish.

For Fei Yang, it seems that defeating Xianyu is far more important than winning a battle of the gods championship track!

"Sure enough, I came straight to you. ”

The mouse's wheel was turning slightly, Fei Yang muttered, his eyes quickly swept over the songs in the front row, and finally he couldn't help but lock on to the envy fish, as if this was the only point for him to participate in the battle of the gods.

"May people last a long time. ”

Fei Yang pronounced the title of the song.

Without much hesitation, he just clicked play with sighs and regrets.

Because of some objective reasons, although Xianyu is not destined to be his opponent this time, the sense of gap between the fists and the empty is too strong, so that even if Fei Yang knows that the other party's work this time is not a threat to him, he still chooses to click on Xianyu's song first.

"Lyrics: Envy Fish"

"Composer: Envy Fish"

"Singing: Jiang Kui"

It seems to fit Fei Yang's state of mind at the moment.

As the early subtitles of the lyrics passed, the prelude to "I Wish People Were Long" was played by the cello and then seamlessly followed by piano music.

In the melodious music, there is a touch of melancholy and a hint of inexplicable loneliness.

"Oh?"

While adjusting the headphones to a more comfortable position, Fei Yang couldn't help but complain:

"Is it taking the lyrical route this time? Sure enough, I gave up playing the list. Last year's "Red Sun" is the most suitable song for the charts, with a strong sense of rhythm, high singing, and the prelude can pull the audience into that melody, so that the cells of the whole body can't help but follow the high, and it is well deserved to win the championship, compared to this kind of lyricism, how can it ...... with me"

Suddenly!

Fei Yang's voice paused.

He adjusted the gesture of the headphones, also stiffening in the air.

This makes his posture look extremely unnatural.

Through the sponge cover with high comfort of the headphones, the female voice from it is as soothing as a cloud, and as lazy as drinking to the moon, amplifying all the inexplicable emotions little by little:

"When will the bright moon have ......?"

"Ask the ...... for wine"

"I don't know the ...... of the Heavenly Palace"

"What year is this ......?"

Fei Yang's hand fell suddenly.

There was a faint cracking sound that sounded crisply.

All the loneliness and sorrow that was entwined in his heart was shattered in an instant.

It was as if the thunder from the sky had split through the black mist, and it was like a dazzling electric light shooting through the heart of the sky!

Brainless hacking!

Fei Yang suddenly a spirit!

He felt like everything around him had changed.

The computer and headphone cable were twisting a little, and he seemed to be standing in a dark emptiness, with thousands of miles in the sky and a lonely moon hanging high above his head, and a corner of the palace in the sky loomed in the mist, and there was a fairy sound in the trance.

Ethereal, without the slightest hint of fireworks.

Feyon forgot everything, and he felt smaller than ever.

In the vast universe, he is just an insignificant speck of dust, drifting with the tide.

The piano is still on the mat.

The cello is still being laid.

I didn't take a sip of the cold coffee at the table.

In the not-so-ornate arrangement, only the slightly upturned tail note in each line of the song still reminds Fei Yang:

I'm listening to Xianyu's new song, not feeling the way of the world.

He was a stirring spirit again.

The darkness and emptiness were gone.

In front of me, I still have the computer and the long headphone cable.

It seemed that a moment of sobriety made the sound ringing in the ears clear this time, and the singing was bursting like fireworks.

"I want to ride the wind back......"

"I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu ......"

"It's too cold to be ...... in high places"

"Dancing to figure out the ......"

"How ...... in the world"

It is no longer like a faint fairy sound in the heavenly palace, but a human fireworks that trample on reality, but it is still inevitably unearthly.

This moment.

Fei Yang's pupils were contracting extremely, and he almost trembled at the tip of his heart.

If the computer screen is turned off at this time, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression will be reflected in the display.

When the song sang "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine without sleep, there should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye", Fei Yang was already wrong.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Obviously, the singing continued, but Fei Yang's brain became blank little by little, almost unable to think, and seemed to enter a wonderful philosophical state.

Then, there was a constant paleness.

The sound in the headphones gradually became meandering and undulating, turning back and forth, like a soft sigh from thousands of years ago, or even from another time and space.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to ......"

The music is paved with transitions that are not in a hurry or slow, like regret, more like a kind of relief.

When Fei Yang, who was listening to the song, woke up again, his hairs were already standing on end, and he felt a tingling sensation from his scalp.

But the brain still doesn't listen.

And the singing voice from Jiang Kui is not hoarse, and even some breath is depressed, but it seems to have a kind of shocking power:

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.

He was silent in the light for a moment, then began to gasp for breath, and finally simply picked up his cold coffee and dried it all in one gulp.

"Ahh

Cold coffee into the lungs, cold and cold, sweet, astringent, bitter, bitter, spicy, I didn't expect this lazy brewed instant coffee to drink all kinds of flavors.

Only then did he feel that the oppressive air around him had circulated a little, and he couldn't help but scream fiercely.

Little by little, the mind returns.

He was finally able to speak normally.

"What the hell!"

He opened his mouth and screamed, as if he had more desire to express air, but his mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he didn't say half a superfluous word.

Touch.

As he spoke, Fei Yang put down his glass.

His hands seemed to tremble slightly.

The tremors grew in amplitude until they became uncontrollable.

He accidentally knocked off his phone.

The phone fell to the ground and the screen lit up, with several cracks on it, apparently just falling.

However, Fei Yang's focus is not on the need to change the screen of the mobile phone-

This is a group chat interface.

The chat log just stopped at the neon dance's sentence "The lyrics part can kill the gods".

Ding dong.

There happened to be a message in the group, which was sent by Yin Dong, but there was nothing specific, just a simple punctuation mark:

“？”

Fei Yang's breath was a little out of breath again, he tried his best to control his trembling hands, and desperately pressed the screen that was not very sensitive, the content was basically the same as Yin Dong, but the amplitude seemed longer:

“？？？？？？？？？？？？？”

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ps: I really want to finish it in one breath like before, but it's true that the state is limited, and most of the time is sitting dry, and today these two chapters add up to seven or eight hours?