Fei Yang took the lead and opened the special topic on the player about the Battle of the Gods. But when the new works sung by the queens and even the music fathers in the special topic were presented in front of him like a dazzling array of new works, Fei Yang suddenly felt a sense of confusion.

The list is indeed full of big shots.

The works of Qu Dad, Qu Dad of Qin, the works of Qu Dad of Qi, the works of Qu Dad of Chu, etc., can all be called the strong enemy in Fei Yang's battle between the gods.

But there are so many works, whose songs should I listen to first?

The feeling of loneliness that was filled with singing by Jiang Kui some time ago suddenly hit my heart again.

Fei Yang was stunned to realize that he had never regarded anyone else as an opponent except Xianyu.

Even if it is a battle between the gods.

Even others are perverted.

Even if someone may be better than Xianyu.

For Fei Yang, it seems that beating Xianyu is far more important than winning a championship track for the Battle of the Gods!

"Sure enough, I'm still heading straight for you."

The mouse roller was turning slightly, Fei Yang murmured, his eyes swept across the front row one song after another, and finally he couldn't help but lock Xianyu, as if this was the only meaning of his participation in the Battle of the Gods.

"I hope people will last forever."

Fei Yang recited the name of the song.

Without too much hesitation, he just clicked on the play in his sighs and regrets.

For some objective reasons, although Xianyu is destined to be no match for him this time, the gap between fists is too strong, so even though Fei Yang knew that the other party's work this time was not threatening him, he still chose to click Xianyu's song first.

"Lyrics: Envy Fish"

"Composition: Envy Fish"

"Singing: Jiang Kui"

It seems to fit Fei Yang's mood at this moment.

As the lyrics version passed, the prelude of "I Wish You Long" was played by the cello, and then seamlessly connected with piano music.

The melodious music comes with a faint sadness and a hint of indescribable loneliness.

"oh?"

While adjusting the headphones to a more comfortable position, Fei Yang couldn't help but feel sad and mumbling:

"Are you going to the lyrical route this time? You really gave up on the rating. Last year's song "Red Sun" was the most suitable song for rating. The strong rhythm, high singing style, and prelude can pull the listeners into that melody, making the cells in the whole body feel excited. Winning the championship is worthy. In comparison, how can this lyrical relationship be with me..."

Sudden!

Fei Yang's voice stopped.

His gestures to adjust his headphones were also stiff in the air.

This made his posture look extremely unnatural.

Through the sponge cover with extremely comfortable headphones, the female voice coming from inside is as affectionate as clouds rolling and unwinding, and as lazy as drinking with the moon, amplifying all inexplicable emotions a little bit:

"When will the bright moon come..."

"Ask Qingtian with wine..."

"I don't know the palace in the sky..."

"What year is this evening..."

Fei Yang's hand suddenly dropped.

There was a faint sound of cracking silk sounding crisply.

All the loneliness and sorrow that surrounded his heart was instantly destroyed.

It seemed as if the thunder from the sky had split the black mist, and it was like dazzling light that penetrated the heart of the sky!

He slashed over with no brains!

Fei Yang suddenly shuddered!

He felt everything around him changed.

The computer and headphone cable were twisting little by little, and I seemed to be standing in a dark and empty space. Above my head was a sky of thousands of miles and the lonely moon hung high, while a corner of the palace in the sky appeared in the mist, and a fairy sound came from the trance.

It is so ethereal, without the breath of fireworks.

Fei Yang forgot everything, he felt that he was unprecedentedly small.

In the vast universe, he is just a tiny speck of dust, drifting with the flow.

The piano is still on the pedestal.

The cello is still on the pavement.

I didn't drink a bite of the cold coffee by the table.

In the not-so-gorgeous arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending sound in each line of song still reminds Fei Yang:

I am listening to the new song of Envy Fish, rather than realizing the great way of the world.

He shuddered again.

The darkness and emptiness disappeared.

I still saw the computer and the long headphone cable.

It seemed that a moment of awakening made the sound that sounded in my ears clear, and the singing came in waves, like fireworks and breezes.

"I want to go back with the wind..."

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

“There is no colder at high places…”

"Dancing and making clear shadows..."

"How is it like being in the world..."

It is no longer a faint fairy sound like a palace in the sky, but a human fireworks that step on reality, but still inevitably has the meaning of being unrestrained.

This moment.

Fei Yang's pupils were shrinking at the extreme, and almost even the apex of his heart was trembling.

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

When the song sang "Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep, there should be no hatred, why should we be far away?" Fei Yang was already in a state of disgrace.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

The singing was still going on, but Fei Yang's brain became blank little by little, almost unable to think, and seemed to have entered a wonderful philosophical state.

Then, his face kept pale.

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

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this is difficult to complete in ancient times..."

Music makes the transition without being rushing or slow, like a regret, more like a kind of relief.

When Fei Yang was listening to the song, he woke up again, his hair was already standing upside down, feeling the numbness from his scalp.

But the brain is still out of control.

The singing from Jiang Kui was not hoarse, and even a little lowered in his breath, but it seemed to have a shocking power:

"I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.

He was silent for a moment under the light, then began to breathe heavily, and finally picked up the cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp.

"ah!"

Cold coffee enters the lungs, cold, sweet, astringent, bitter and spicy. Unexpectedly, this instant coffee that is lazy and brewed can taste all kinds of flavors.

Only then did he feel the suppressed air surrounding him circulate a little, and he couldn't help but scream.

Thinking returns little by little.

He can finally speak normally.

"What's this!"

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

bump.

While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.
To be continued...