Shi Neng Wu Wang

"Mao Ling'er! What are you doing?" Yu Xingxing asked in surprise, "Are you also feeling uncomfortable?"

Mao Ling'er jumped a few more times before stopping: "Strange, I felt a shock just now, as if I was about to explode."

After Zhu Sili heard Yu Xingxing's words, they also stopped singing. It seemed that they were all right.

"So serious?" Yu Xingxing realized that he might have added some kind of tune to the ordinary singing voice.

"Okay, hurry up and review your homework, we'll talk later!" Yu Xingxing and Zhu Sili said.

"Okay, brother, goodbye!" Zhu Silan said together with Zhu Xiangqing and Zhu Hongsheng.

"Goodbye!" Yu Xingxing also said.

Then, he heard the sound of hanging up over there, and he looked at Mao Ling'er again.

He felt the problem was serious.

If there are such big side effects when he sings, how can he sing again with his beautiful voice?

Yes, we must find Sister Fang as soon as possible to see if her "unique skill" can resist the attack of this singing voice?
He picked up Mao Ling'er and stroked its back.

After thinking about it, he opened Uncle George's exercises again. He hadn't done it for a long time. Fortunately, he still had a little foundation before, and those questions were not so unfamiliar that he didn't know him.

He will continue to attend classes this weekend. I don't know how much Uncle George knows about this multidimensional space. Can I ask him?
Thinking about it, he also speeded up the speed of doing the questions.
Looking at him, Mao Ling'er felt that he had become more mature: after such a tiring game, he came back not to take a good rest, but to finish this and then another, and now he is still burning the lights.

Finally, after typing on the keyboard for half an hour, he couldn't hold on any longer and was going to sleep on it.

Mao Linger yelled: "Wash well and go to bed!"

Yu Xingxing was startled and woke up: "You cat spirit, can't you talk properly?"

"If I talk right now, you won't listen at all. Hurry up, take a good bath, and sleep well." Mao Ling'er seemed to have found the pattern long ago.

"No, we rested in the hotel for a few days, it's not as exaggerated as you imagined." Yu Xingxing said, washed twice before going to bed.

Mao Ling'er curled up at the foot of the bed, half asleep and half awake.

In the middle of the night, another mink-like animal appeared in Yu Xingxing's hand, and Mao Linger immediately stared at its green eyes.

Huang Kun Diao was startled, thinking he saw some monster.

It also detected that Mao Ling'er had no energy at all and had no interest in it.

Mao Linger asked it: "I said, what kind of fairy are you?"

Huang Kun Diao glanced at it, didn't understand what it said at all, so he ignored it, staring around with his small eyes.

Mao Ling'er has already gotten used to it, so she doesn't make any fuss about it anymore, anyway, Yu Xingxing accepts it all, so it would be a bit tricky to talk about it by herself.

And when they arrive in a new environment, especially in such a comfortable home, they must be curious. It is not surprising that they come out to take a look while Yu Xingxing is sleeping.

Mao Ling'er looked at Xiao Diao and inspected everything upstairs and downstairs, and after finding nothing special worthy of his attention, he went into Yu Xingxing's hands again.

Early the next morning, Yu Xingxing came to the gym again.

Mao Linger also came over, and Yu Xingxing said to it: "I want to practice singing, do you want to listen?"

Mao Linger recalled the feeling from last night, and said hastily, "Aren't you practicing running or exercising in the morning?"

"I want to practice singing now!" Yu Xingxing looked at it and insisted.

"Okay, you practice, I'll close the door tightly!" Said, Mao Ling'er was about to go out.

"Don't go! Mao Ling'er, you are my important coach now, I still need to see your reaction, how can you go?" Yu Xingxing said and wanted to catch it.

When Mao Ling'er heard it, it couldn't be, it didn't want to bear the feeling of the vibration anymore, it almost split its head.

He is still a machine, if he is a creature, he will probably go crazy immediately.

"Your coach? I don't dare to be my coach. I still have work to do. Goodbye!" Mao Ling'er was about to run outside after speaking.

"Mao Ling'er, you know, you can't outrun Zhuangzhuang Xiaoli!" Yu Xingxing said as he looked at the figure that was about to slip away.

Mao Ling'er walked back with aggrieved expression: "Well, when I say stop, you have to stop!"

Yu Xingxing said: "That's for sure!"

Then he thought to himself: "It's okay for me to stop, what I need to find now is to let this singing sound stop when it spreads through the sword!"

"Mao Ling'er, you have suffered!" Thinking of this, he swung his sword and stabbed towards Mao Ling'er, and at the same time the singing sound reached Mao Ling'er's ears.

Mao Linger watched the sword stabbing towards it, completely lost his mind, Yu Xingxing wanted to chop it to pieces, there was nothing he could do!

One centimeter close to its head, the sword stopped, and it raised its claws to push the sword away.

Suddenly, it shook all over, and a melodious singing came into its ears again!

It looked at Yu Xingxing in shock, why didn't it hear any sound just now, but only heard it after its claw touched the sword?
It knew that this song must be another song that made it uncomfortable, so it quickly pretended to be uncomfortable and kept shaking its head.

Seeing it like this, Yu Xing thought it was the effect of singing.

He quickly stopped singing, Mao Linger saw that he had stopped, and also stopped his movements.

Yu Xingxing saw, how could Mao Linger stop so quickly?

Is it affected differently than people are affected?

If this is the case, then the effect of practicing with Mao Ling'er will not be great.

So, he said to Mao Linger: "Strange, why did you stop so quickly?"

Mao Ling'er said: "Yes, if you stop, I will feel better immediately."

"Then come again!" Yu Xingxing thought, maybe the time was relatively short, but if it was longer, it would probably be the same.

So, his sword pointed at Mao Ling'er again!
This time, the cat spirit behaved, it didn't use its paws to push the sword away, and it couldn't hear the sound.

However, how could Yu Xingxing not doubt it?

So it pretended to shake its head again.

Yu Xingxing continued to sing, and it kept shaking its head.

No, although there was no contact, after a while, those singing voices still came over!It is transmitted through the sword and this little bit of air in its body.

Mao Linger trembled and looked at Yu Xingxing, his lips were still moving, obviously singing.

It listened, and finally, that uncomfortable feeling came again!

It suddenly screamed and jumped up and down!

Yu Xingxing was also taken aback by it!
Seeing Mao Linger's appearance, he immediately stopped singing!
However, Mao Linger shows no signs of stopping!

Yu Xingxing looked at it and thought: Could it be that it played the show just now?