Although it was just a little change, it was half a beat earlier than the song. Such an inconsistency was only a moment, and the song took the initiative to keep up with the rhythm of the piano.
The sound of the piano is getting faster and faster, and the tone is getting higher and higher
The singing sounds are like being pulled by the piano and unable to escape from the middle, and as the piano sounds go higher and higher, the more you go, the more you go
The sound gradually became terrified, but it could not stop after all
When the piano sound stopped, the singing had long disappeared in the night sky
Between the sound of the piano, the people next to the fire, except Ouyang Xi and Ling Wu, Ling Yun and Ling Fei couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The internal force in their bodies just now couldn't help but follow the rhythm of the piano sound.
They are not the song that is being pulled by the piano music, and they feel that way. I don’t know what the singer who is the first to bear the brunt will feel.
Nangong Xuan did look relaxed and relaxed, his mouth was raised lightly, but he smiled without saying a word.
After all the lingering sounds stopped, he handed the piano in his hand to the piano boy to wipe it
Sighing: "No matter whether his singing is good or bad, from now on, he can't make a sound."
Ouyang Xi raised his eyebrows high and looked at Nangong Xuan with some differences.
Although he was not pulled by Nangong Xuan's zither, when Nangong Xuan's zither sound first started, he felt life and death: "I have always thought that using voice to control people is just a legend. Today, I really believe that it turns out that
In this world, many things are just that I am ignorant and have not seen a real master.”
Nangong Xuan smiled gently and whispered: "Nanggong has liked music since he was a child. This sound control is just a little bit of superficial. It was only a whim at that time, but I didn't expect it to be useful."
Ling Wu raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Nangong Xuan with a smile
Others may not know, but she has been with Nangong Xuan for two years and has a very clear understanding of his piano skills.
If Nangong Xuan only learned a little bit of fur, then in this world, there would probably be no one who is proficient in piano skills.
The world is silent all the time, and what remains is the whistling sound of the mountain wind breaking through the air