Almighty singer assistant system

Chapter 200 The Man Dancing in the Flame
When Yanhe finished explaining the story written by Wei Cheng, he was quite touched.

It was a story of an old man and a doll.

Is the old man stupid? Of course he is!
It's really silly to dedicate my whole life to the silk-drawing show, and finally burn the doll that accompanied me all my life because of a moment of emotional anger.

But it is precisely because of this stupidity that the story behind the song is perfect.

At the same time, Yanhe also recalled his past.

Unlike Ah Ling, Le Zhengling can still see her mother at least during the holidays, which is not like this kind of treatment.

She was brought up by her father alone.

She had never seen her mother since she was a child.

She didn't know where her mother had gone, but every time she mentioned the matter of her mother to Yan Wu, Yan Wu would just gently caress Yan He, who was still a little girl at that time, without answering.

And as Yan He grew up, she stopped asking this question.

Maybe... Mother will never come back, right?
Just like Mo Qingxian's father, his mother may have died during the Ten Thousand Worlds War more than ten years ago...

Yan He can still vaguely recall the warmth of embracing him when he was born.

However, this kind of warmth was taken away by the nameless flames of war... just like in the song, the doll was burned to nothingness...

Some people say that at least one of the parents of potential singers is also a potential singer, or has the potential to become a singer, and only then can this generation of potential singers be born, which of course refers to the generation of Zhiyan and A Ling.

Since Yan Wu is a powerful martial artist, Yan He saw that when Tian Yi was becoming a singer, the scene of many demon cultists killing towards the college naturally determined where his mother was going.

Thinking of this, although the eyes that were as bright as sapphires lost their previous agility, there was a hint of firmness in the depths of the eyes.

Ah Ling's mother has become a singer, so I should help my mother complete this unfinished journey!
Thinking of this, Yan He opened his mouth to sing, making himself seem like the puppet that jumped into the fire, and recited the story contained in "The Silk Drawing Opera" with some sadness.

"...

You are wrong and I refuse to be right, you are ignorant and I am ignorant.

How can the heart fire be willing to raise the soup to stop the boiling.

I never wilt when you are dry, and I dare not get tired when you are tired.

What to use to warm you up for a thousand years.

The wind and snow are vaguely autumn and white.

The lights are luxuriant, frowned your eyebrows.

If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you.

It turns into ashes in the mist, and it goes perfectly.

The wind and snow are vaguely autumn and white. "

In this cappella, Yan He integrated her emotions into the singing, not only herself, but even Tian Yi and the others who were the audience couldn't help but burst into tears.

It's not sad or sad, it's just that in everyone's hearts, some sad memories have been awakened one after another, and the feeling of wanting to be part of the singing has emerged silently.

"Yanhe..."

Le Zhengling looked at her friend with some worry.

Although this time perfectly expressed the artistic conception of the song that "Drawing the Silk Opera" wants, but as a good friend, Ah Ling saw something wrong with Yan He at a glance, and naturally knew that Yan He thought of her mother.

Even if she didn't say anything on the surface, she definitely wouldn't feel good in her heart. Although Yan He had long adapted to a life without maternal love, it didn't mean that she didn't need maternal love, and she still felt sad when she thought about it.

Soon, the song ended, and everyone fell into silence.

"Yanhe, don't you have a little story about the past? It's very sad to hear you sing."

It was Luo Tianyi who broke the silence first, and the girl blinked her big green eyes like emerald jewels, and broke the silence with a naughty voice.

These words wiped away the sadness that filled the hall in an instant, Yanhe smiled slightly when he came back to his senses, and didn't explain, let the past things go by.

"It went very well. I have already mastered the feeling of this song. I can sing it like this when I record the song later. If you are more agile, you can submit a video today. Many fans should not be able to wait!"

In the past few days, Yan He only released the song "Dream of Rain", coupled with the promotion of Wei Cheng and Tian Yi, it earned her more than [-] fans.However, she has been busy with other things this week, and has not released a new work for a long time. In other words, she is a missing person. Long-term doves will lead to a decline in popularity.

After so many days, it is a miracle that Yanhe's fans are still in the six figures.

"The lyrics were written by Wei Cheng, the music was drawn by Xinhua, and the melody was harmonized by Tianyi... Then this song should be regarded as everyone's work."

After working for a while, Yan He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and didn't think about enjoying this honor alone. After all, thanks to everyone's help, this song was able to be completed.

"If that's the case, I'll just mention it in the credits list, but I suggest that Wei Cheng's name be changed from Old V to... Women's Clothes Master!"

Luo Tianyi thought about it for a while, and finally glanced at Wei Cheng, the women's dress in the demonstration video, with a wicked smile. What he said made all the girls laugh out loud.

"Okay! Let's do it like this! Don't forget the little Moko who made the PV..."

Therefore, with the concerted efforts of all the members of the band, everyone contributed the produced songs "Silk Drawing", "Virtual Boy" and "Dream Language" to Station B.

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Go back in time a little bit.

When Yan He sang the lyrics of "The Silk Drawing Opera", Wei Chengzheng was sitting cross-legged in the room, tempering his bones one by one.

Wei Cheng, whose physical body was originally much stronger than ordinary warriors, it is not easy to quickly train his body.

The stronger the body, the harder the bones, which means that the difficulty of tempering will also increase.In other words, although Wei Cheng can have several times the power of the same level after being promoted, the difficulty of his promotion is also higher than everyone's imagination!
The forest of sound is an extremely precious opportunity for warriors.Logically speaking, Wei Cheng entered the forest of sound, allowing himself to reach the peak in the early stage of the difficult experience, and he should have stepped out of the next stage long ago, but his too strong physical body prevented him from taking the last step.

So, he thought of a solution.

That is the body training skill generated in the training system panel: Black Flame Holy Body!
Logically speaking, there is only a small amount of black fire that can be produced by the desolate soul lock, which was originally not enough to support Wei Cheng's body training, but when Wei Xian took out the previous Tianyi to advance to the singer, Ye Shan gave it to him. The black sphere, and then put the black sphere in his arms.

When the black flame passes through the black ball, it will be strengthened a little bit. Although the increase is so slight that it can be ignored, but in Wei Cheng's unremitting strengthening time and time again, the black flame has been the size of a fingernail from the beginning. , became as big as the entire fist!
Seeing the silently burning black fire in his hand, Wei Cheng took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth, and pressed the flame into his palm in one breath!
Time is passing little by little.

At this moment, Wei Cheng has a faint black flow under his skin, and his whole body slowly emits an unimaginable high temperature, as if he is a furnace for refining alchemy, rather than the body temperature of a normal person.

Sweat had already soaked the seat, and the whole room even had a faint smell of barbecue; Wei Cheng's face was also shaking non-stop, obviously suffering from great pain.

If anyone saw Wei in his current state, he would definitely say he was crazy!
He actually used the black flame contained in the desolate soul lock for his body training!
Are you not afraid of burning yourself?
"Hoo! Hoo!"

Accompanied by heavy gasps, Wei Cheng closed his eyes tightly, carefully feeling the black flames flowing inside his body, allowing these black flames to recast his body while destroying his body.

It can be said that Nirvana is born again.Only when one has experienced destruction, catastrophe, and is on the verge of limit, can the potential of the human body be unknowingly stimulated.

And Wei Cheng, who gritted his teeth and endured the high temperature of the black fire, suddenly opened his eyes, and heard the words and songs sung in the room, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously evoked a smile.

"It seems to be going well."

"Perhaps...it's time to come!"

As the eyelids closed again, Wei Cheng felt as if he was pulled into the perspective of the puppet, and was thrown into a heavy fire, burning himself to illuminate the people around him.

In the barrier between the early and mid-term, the first small difficulty of experiencing difficulties began.The faint black fire will make him reborn brilliantly in the light of the fire!
(End of this chapter)