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Chapter 558 Doing Thought Work
Gnar is a hero, but he chose to sacrifice his life to Xia Weiran.In the past, in order to save his own life and avoid being stewed, it satisfied Xia Weiran's excessive requirements for a special title.

At this time, it said, if I continue singing, I will commit suicide.

So, in this world, I am most afraid of comparison.

If there is no comparison, how can the tragic singing of 33 days be contrasted so thoroughly?
Ignoring Gnar's speech on the nearby channel, Xia Weiran tried his best to hold his expression: You can't laugh, you can't be disgusted, you can't...

Mom, I can't bear it any longer...

I just hope that Zhao Chuan can pass...pass...pass...

Looking at Zhao Chuan's expression, Xia Weiran felt that this test might not be passed.

As long as he announces that the eldest brother can't sing well, they will probably have to meet each other again!

Just when the elder brother sang the whole song and Zhao Chuan was about to speak, Xia Weiran spoke first.

"Please wait!"

She jumped up, grabbed the little wood spirit hiding in the hair, and brought it to Zhao Chuan: "Actually, it sings better!"

Zhao Chuan looked at Xiao Muling.

The little wood spirit... the two empty holes of the little wood spirit were facing Zhao Chuan, as if they were glowing.On its big head, red lines can be seen faintly.

"what……"

Xia Weiran also felt that something was wrong, she brought Xiao Mu Ling in front of her, and was surprised to find: "Xiao Yiyi, your tail is forked!"

Zhao Chuan: ...

Little Wood Spirit: ...

33 days: ...

Why do you feel that this guy is so stupid?

"Is this evolution?" Yao couldn't stop asking.He doesn't pay much attention to the little wood spirit, but he also knows that the little guy is just a small bare one, without hands or feet.But at this time, the part Xia Weiran called the forked tail was actually more like the wood spirit had grown two special legs.

"evolution?"

Thirty-three days looked at the little wood spirit, thoughtful.

Zhao Chuan looked at the little wood spirit: "It doesn't even have a mouth, can it sing?"

"Yes, it will!"

Xia Weiran let the little wood spirit stand in the palm of his hand: "Although it has no mouth, it has been collecting harmonic sounds with Bard since its birth. It and its little friends have all been influenced by the rhythm. , I usually sing a lot!"

"That's fine, then I'll give you another chance." Zhao Chuan looked at Xiao Muling with anticipation.

Little Wood Spirit: ...

Xia Weiran understands, it still needs to do ideological work.

"Do you sing or not?"

Xia Weiran took the little wood spirit who was not willing to "talk" a little farther away, and then threatened it: "If you don't cooperate, we will all die, then I will never let you go! I will let big brother Singing in your ears every day, torturing you to death!"

Desperate little wood spirit: ...

Zhao Chuan, who still has lingering fears: ...

Very good hearing for 33 days:  …

Just like Gnar succumbed to the 33-day singing, the little wood spirit, who is good at rhythm, reacted even more to this. It had to make this simple but difficult decision: sing to save its life.

"Yah... babble... babble..."

After all, it can't speak, it can only hum the melody of the music, but these seemingly meaningless hums form a beautiful picture scroll, which makes people have a magnificent scene in front of their eyes and arouse great pride in their hearts.The war song starts, and the war is coming.

Zhao Chuan was listening carefully, and his eyes were red as he listened.Maybe, it's because I miss the old things a hundred years ago; maybe, it's because I'm thinking about it for a hundred years;

(End of this chapter)