Super God Gene

"I didn't see the guy who looked like a slap in the face. It was the **** of a son who was known as one of the four sons of Yuxi City." The bald head snorted in one direction.

Hansen looked at the past and saw a jade tree in the wind. The handsome man was surrounded by many girls like a star. He looked at his manners and was graceful. He could not help others to attract the attention of others. At first glance, it is an extraordinary person.

"God is a son? How is this name so strange?" Hansen asked with some doubts.

"God is his nickname. His real name is Gong Zhenjun. He has been very famous since he was a child. He has heard that he has been extremely good since he was young. No matter what he does, he has never taken the second, so he will have a god. The name." The bald head said something disdainfully grinning: "The **** of a son is self-righteous, but in fact it is just a sissy girl, that women who are shallow and knowledgeable will value him."

"That's really unstoppable." When the bald head was whispering with Hansen, he suddenly saw someone sitting down next to Hansen. It was a god, and he didn't know when he came.

The bald head was a little embarrassed. When I thought of the bad things behind me, I was caught by others. With the thick skin of the bald head, I couldn’t help but blush.

"This must be Hansen Han Gongzi?" God asked a son to Hansen.

"How do you know that the son is down?" Hansen had some doubts in his heart.

God’s son is a mysterious smile: “The circle of Yuxi City is so big. It’s hard to live a big thing. It’s hard to be told that it’s such a big thing. It’s supposed to be Han Gongzi, your handwriting?"

"What is the meaning of God's son?" Han Sen said faintly, his expression did not change.

God Gongzi laughed: "Han Gongzi has to misunderstand, there is no malice under it. Although this is only a legend, and no one in the public uncle has revealed how the male uncle died, but look at the folding fan in your hand. I have also seen it in the hands of Huanyu, and now I am missing along with the flowers, and I’m probably guessing one or two.

The bald face changed slightly, but Hansen was still calm as usual. He looked at God and asked him: "What about it? Do you want to take revenge for the uncle?"

God's son shook his head and said: "Han Gongzi misunderstood. Although he and the public uncle are one of the four sons, but it doesn't really matter, his life and death have nothing to do with the next. Here is to verify the heart. Guess, the second is also to get to know the strong who can kill the real devil's uncle."

“One of the four sons wants to know the next one, and it’s flattering,” Hansen said casually.

God's son is a sigh: "Which four sons, the ordinary people think that this name is loud, but in the eyes of the real aristocrats, the so-called son of the son, but just like a singer, just for people to enjoy entertainment. ""

"Being able to meet Han Gongzi, I really feel that I am late to see each other, but this is not a place to talk. I have a chance to talk about it again in the next day." God said that he got up and gave a slight salute, and then he quickly left.

"How is this guy so inexplicable?" The bald head looked suspicious, couldn't understand how God suddenly went to this place and said so many inexplicable words, and then went inexplicably.

Han Sen is trying to say something, but seeing today’s main lord Feng Feifei came out. It is different from Han Sen’s seeing her in the night crying valley. Today’s Feng Feifei has an amazing weather, and there seems to be a fairy, a black hair, There is a faint glow.

With the eyes of Shenghui, the person is self-defeating, and it seems that even the person who is confronted with it is a kind of awkwardness. The person with weaker willpower has subconsciously avoided her gaze.

Feng Feifei is surrounded by a large number of princes and nobles like a star arch. Even if there is a natural aristocrat, it is still difficult to hide her grace. It is an outstanding figure.

The look of the bald head is almost fascinating. Unfortunately, although he claims to be a friend of Feng Feifei, he has no qualifications for the circle near Feng Feifei. There is no chance of close contact with Feng Feifei.

"Beginning, I am finally going to start." The bald head said excitedly.

"What started?" Hansen asked in confusion.

"Every year's birthday party, Feng Feifei will sing a song to thank the guests who came to congratulate." The bald head looked forward to watching Feng Feifei on the stage, his eyes are about to become heart-shaped.

"Feng Feifei's song images are not everywhere on the Internet? Is there any fuss?" Hansen said.

The bald head said very disapprovingly: "How could it be the same? The image and the scene are too far apart, not to mention the live concert, which is to sing with her god-level phonological gene, Yinyin Phoenix. It can't be heard online."

Speaking of this, the voice of the bald head stopped, because the entire banquet venue was quiet, surrounded by darkness, and then heard a woman's voice on the stage.

If the voice comes from the fairy goddess, the ear has already taken away the heart of the person, and people can't help but fall into the mood of the sound.

Until then, the lights were lit up in the field, but the lights were all focused on the Feng Feifei on the stage. At this time, Feng Feifei seemed to be the real fairy. The whole person seemed to exude the fairy rhyme. The red lips are lightly audible, and the intoxicating singing voices linger in the whole venue, swaying the heartstrings of human beings, and can't help but follow the ups and downs of the music and ups and downs.

A song sings to the middle, the big venue is really silent, everyone seems to be a demon, obsessed with the fairy phoenix Feifei, many people have crystal eyes, women with rich feelings It has already burst into tears.

"Do you need to sing this song for birthday?" Hansen listened to some speechlessness. Feng Feifei sang really well, but if there is no strong phonological gene blessing, it will not cause the same influence. Her own musical talents and the use of genetic species are very powerful, but unfortunately for Hansen, neither of them has much effect.

Hansen didn't know much about music. At most, he learned a little bit of songs and didn't blow well.

The influence of the genetic species is even more ineffective for him, so Hansen only thinks that Feng Feifei sings well, but there is no point at all.

At this time, even the real aristocrats, even the real aristocrats, let go of their hearts, quietly listening to Feng Feifei’s singing, even if they can resist the power of the sound system, they will never compete with it, only let themselves Indulge in it.

Everyone was intoxicated with a look, but Hansen looked around in the middle of it, and it looked very awkward. What's more, Feng Feifei was impressed with him. When he looked around, he suddenly found him.

"How could this guy be here?" Feng Feifei was amazed, and he saw that he didn't listen to the song very well. He looked around in the air and couldn't help but be annoyed.

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