Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 836 Immortal tune, immortal tune!
Nangong Mo's reprimand blinded his subordinates.

No, the master ordered them to contact Bai Fei quickly just now, and they must negotiate the business in person and deliver the goods fifteen days in advance.

How could this batch of Mr. Bai's goods become an insignificant "small contract" in such a short time?
The fourth master didn't pay attention to Mr. Bai's movements, but instead paid attention to the nonsense about whether a little-known college girl could not start school?

Fourth master's temper is getting weirder and weirder.

We don't understand, and we don't dare to ask, we'd better go and investigate Xi Zuer's situation honestly!
The subordinates continued to inquire about the news in desperation, and they had no chance to report that Bai Fei was called away by Bao Gucheng.

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Imperial College Football Stadium.

At the end of the singing, the songs of the two teams, Sun Yunyun and Bian Xiaohong, were almost on par, but in the end it was Sun Yunyun who overwhelmed them.

Unless there is another small team that can beat Sun Yunyun and Bian Xiaohong three times in a row, it will have a chance to win the first place.

And the only ones in the team who haven't played songs yet are... the trio of Xi Zuer, Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman!

Everyone's eyes focused on the three of them.

Xi Zuer was fiddling with a leaf in his hand, seemingly wandering into the sky, not knowing who he was talking to: "Why don't the ancestors blow twice, and you sing a few casually?"

"Ah? Casual, casual?" Xi Rubao was full of anxiety, while Wu Qianman was a little nervous, blushing even when he spoke.

No matter how you look at it, these three people don't seem to be able to sing in a group.

I am afraid that I will surrender directly.

Everyone retracted their gaze and refocused on Sun Yunyun and Bian Xiaohong, who were the most likely to win the championship. Today's singing champion was born among these two.

Just when Sun Yunyun challenged Bian Xiaohong again to compose a very difficult bel canto ballad, vowing to defeat her in one fell swoop.

suddenly.

In the team, there was a clear and long piano sound.

The voice seemed to have indescribable power, although it was only a single click, it firmly captured people's thoughts, making everyone's minds suddenly blank, leaving only the melody of the piano sound aftertaste.

overtake!it is good!listen!
After a long while, everyone couldn't help but searched for the origin of the piano sound.

Everyone was wearing sweaty training uniforms, and they didn't bring any pianos.

So, where does the sound of the piano come from?

now.

Xi Zuer fiddled with a green leaf in her hand, gently folding it into a whistle shape, seemingly dissatisfied.

Fuxiqin stood on tiptoe and introduced himself: "Ancestor, ancestor, see me, see me, you want to play the qin, choose the qin. The leaves of this sycamore tree are too useless, so don't waste the spiritual power of the ancestor..."

Xi Zuer glanced at it lazily: "You are too flamboyant, the ancestors don't want to use you."

If she plays a song with the fuxiqin on her shoulders, all the rare and exotic beasts from all over the world will come to pay homage to her. This small football field... can't hold it.

Fu Xiqin felt aggrieved.

been despised.

For the first time, Qin Sheng was disliked for being too imposing.

The little crow was so pitiful seeing this chatter, and couldn't help but speak up for it: "Ancestor, this guy is indeed not suitable for playing music on this occasion, but now you have made it smaller, and its sound is not as good as before. It is quite low-key. And its current shape is very similar to the popular 'miniature harmonica' in school, so it won't be too strange for you to hold it."

Xi Zuer narrowed her phoenix eyes, and said with a smile: "You are more talkative than it is now."

"Oh, ancestor!"

"Forget it, let's try."

Xi Zuer picked up the one-finger long Fuxiqin and blew lightly on her lips.

Fuxiqin was so excited that she trembled a little, and almost went out of tune!
Fortunately, the ancestor's fairy spirit is soft but firm, strong and long enough to stabilize its scale.

In the next second, the moving melody floated over the team again.

It's clearly a fairy song, a fairy tune!
(End of this chapter)