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Just at this time.
A brisk accompaniment sounded.
Under the breeze blowing, from far to near.
Like the whisper of the wind, or the song of a bird.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
The accompaniment sound floats and reverberates.
At this time, Sunan also raised the microphone in his hand.
"A Diao, I live somewhere in the west."
"Like a vulture, perched on a hilltop."
"A Diao, the front of Ramoche Temple is full of sunshine."
"Have a pot of sweet tea, let's chat about the past."
The singing is bleak, and the silence reveals emptiness.
This vigorous female voice shocked and intoxicated everyone.
Of course, there was also deep shock.
"This, this... a female voice!!!"
"The golden snub-nosed monkey is a woman?!!! He's not from Xiangjiang? No, she...I don't even know what to say..."
"I'm dumbfounded, I'm completely dumbfounded!"
"I have a bold idea, the Golden Monkey...wouldn't it be Didi singing for him?"
"That is, it seems that there is only one golden monkey, but there are actually thousands of golden monkeys?!"
"Damn it, the brother in front of me has a big brain, you mean the golden monkey has the technique of shadow clone?"
"The golden monkey may not have the technique of shadow clone, but he may have the incarnation of Monkey King..."
"too exaggerated……"
Countless barrages surged.
The dense barrage flew across the screen of the live broadcast room as if free of money!
The live broadcast room also became a bit stuck because of these swarms of barrage.
Just a prelude brought the audience's emotions to the extreme.
At this moment.
The judges in the guest seats were also dumbfounded.
They always thought that the golden monkey was a talented singer-songwriter from Xiangjiang.
Although, there were some speculations at the beginning.
But for this, they are convinced!
And the program group specially invited several singers from Xiangjiang as judges.
Isn't this implying that the Golden Monkey is the Hong Kong singer?
How did you become a female singer again now? !
For a while!
The eyes of the guests at the scene were full of shock!
Even frightened!
They couldn't accept this result at all!
This means that their speculation all along is wrong!
Even Wu Qixian, Taiwan's gold medal producer, has never experienced such a magical scene!
"I don't know what to say, I'm tired, destroy it."
Wu Qixian leaned on the chair with a look of lovelessness on his face.
Ella on the side nodded approvingly, and also made the same action as Wu Qixian.
Since there is no way to guess it, the only option is to lie flat.
Anyway, at the end of the show, the golden monkey will also take off its mask.
It's better to enjoy his singing now.
And their broken appearance naturally aroused ridicule from the audience.
"Hahahaha, Old Wu and the others are also confused!"
"Whoever comes here, everyone will be confused! It's terrible, it's terrible!"
"The show crew is so entertaining! And as long as the Golden Monkey is not Didi's singing, then he is really awesome!"
"I don't have anything else to say. Whoever you like guesses whoever guesses. Destroy it. I'm tired, so I'll just listen to the song."
Chapter 191 The Soprano, the Power to Destroy the World
"Wu Qixian: Your show is really fun, why are you making fun of me?"
"Hahahaha, Wu Qixian guessed his identity wholeheartedly. He was so serious in this episode, but it ended up being like this. I laughed so hard!"
Be it live or live.
The response was very enthusiastic.
And these scenes are long.
In fact, everything is just in between.
On the stage, Sunan's singing continued.
He raised the microphone and sang loudly.
"Ah ah ah..."
After everyone let go of their obsession with guessing the golden monkey.
A burst of loud and clear singing sounded suddenly.
Straight into the depths of everyone's soul!
Make them tremble!
"A Diao, you always dress up like yourself."
"Just like a boy, but stronger than Gesang."
"A Diao, hypocritical people have thousands of laughs."
"When you go down the mountain, remember to bring the Zhuoma knife."
There is a thought-provoking exhortation in this song.
Desolate and tearful, it is full of the innermost feelings in the pursuit of life.
A misty and vast voice like a cloud of smoke echoed in the venue.
Cleanses the souls of all.
"Under the gray brim."
"Sunken cheeks."
"You rarely talk."
"Simple answer."
"Where is tomorrow, who will care about you."
"Even on the road."
in the eyes of all.
The owner of this voice seemed to be the A Diao he was talking about.
What he told everyone was his own story.
In a trance.
They seemed to see it.
I saw the sun shining unobstructed in front of the Ramoche Temple gate.
Sprinkle it on A Diao's face, and get in close contact with her plateau red.
She has short, clean hair, a gray hat pulled down over her face, and a slim figure.
The loose Tibetan robe draped over her body didn't fit her at all.
But she didn't care at all.
She always walks in the mountains, defending herself with a Zhuoma knife in her hand, absorbing the roughest and most spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Live like a vulture, lonely and rebellious.
She stood on the edge of the cliff, alone.
Looking into the distance, there is light in the firm eyes, and the light is full of longing.
She may never understand.Intrigues and intrigues abound in low-altitude cities.
It is also difficult to appreciate the lingering love between children.
But what does it matter?
Everything about A Diao has been turned into fine grains under the scorching sun on the plateau.
All around her is the smell of freedom.
"Accept banishment confusion freedom."
"Blows through the rough like the wind."
"A rough road."
"Whirling footsteps."
"Slowly mottled footprints."
"Or, not even a trace left here."
"But I still won't."
"Give up hope because of pain."
"Scars grow from wounds."
"Blooming beautiful flowers."
"Scars grow from wounds."
"Blooming beautiful flowers."
The singing is here.
The accompaniment became more exciting, and the drums became more intensive.
The extremely penetrating lyrics are delivered in the form of rap.
at this moment.
Everyone just felt that the fiery flame in their hearts was about to burst out!
There were tears in their eyes.
A Diao's longing eyes seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.
A Diao, who longs for freedom, does not understand the dangers of the world, so she must learn to protect herself.
That Zhuoma knife was her last line of defense.
In life, how many people are like A Diao, floating like a piece of white paper falling from the sky.