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Chapter five hundred and fifty seventh wind song

The chessboard is made, and the chess game has been decided.

Tanmen looked at the chess game in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"I lost!"

I have obviously tried my best and have to think about what will happen after three steps, but unfortunately, the opponent is too strong!

When the sound of Tanmen admitting defeat sounded, the task of Doutanmen was automatically determined to be completed. Whether to continue to break through the mountain next also needs to make a choice at this time.

After thirty-three days of action, I chose to continue to break through the mountains very quickly, and then the system automatically issued the next level task: Dafeng Song.

This level is not named after the npc name, and this task has no reference information. Xia Weiran can only guess based on the name. Perhaps, this level is a bit difficult.

"Then... Grandpa, let's go first!"

Xia Weiran stood up and bowed to Tanmen, bowing sincerely.

After all, she was still a little guilty when she bullied an old man with such disgraceful means of cheating. But it was all for winning...

Tanmen is still immersed in his own world and has no attention to Xia Weiran and others.

Walking on the way to the mission location, Xia Weiran asked Thirty-three days: "This mission seems different from what the elder brother said?"

There are seven missions to break through the mountain. It is said that each level is named after the guard gate npc, but there is no name related to "Dafengge".

"I'll know what's going on after I go and see it." Thirty-three days comforted my sister: "Exception is sometimes not a bad thing."

Perhaps, it triggers a special setting, and needs to complete special tasks that are different from regular tasks during the mountain break!

"Yeah, OK." Xia Weiran was easy to coax.

When he followed the task map to reach the target position, Xia Weiran discovered that the person guarding the pass was a fluttering white...the old man.

In fact, when the old man turned his back to everyone and did not show his true face, she thought that this was a young swordsman in white who had just entered the world.

Unfortunately, the old man turned around and shattered all her fantasies.

"You are here." The old man's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

Because his voice was very light, Xia Weiran and others were also affected. Thirty-three days of the day, the voice was very small. Apart from Zhao Chuan, only the few people on the scene could hear it.

Zhao Chuan is the npc at this level, with this name above his head.

"I stood by the mountain, thought for a hundred years, and finally created a battle song, but unfortunately..."

Zhao Chuan looked at Xia Weiran and others, as if seeking help: "It's a pity that my voice is broken and I can no longer sing it."

The person who sounded nothing unusual said that his throat was broken, and Xia Weiran could only complain in his heart and did not express his doubts. She waited quietly and waited for Zhao Chuan to finish the task.

"Are you willing to sing this song for me? Even if it is, it's good once!"

Isn't this just singing?

Is singing a thing?

As a person who often spends money on KTV singing, Xia Weiran said that singing is really a matter of life - every time, people in the process will complain that they are not singing well...

"Brother..." Xia Weiran subconsciously looked at Thirty-three days. In Xia Weiran's heart, Thirty-three days were almost omnipotent.

Receiving the expectant look of my sister, Thirty-three days nodded: "Okay, I'm willing to help you!"

Next, Xia Weiran and Yao Bushuan, Yu, Xiao Mu Ling and others admired the howling of ghosts and wolves from the Thirty-Three Days.

How ugly is it?
Chapter completed!
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