Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

"She's so stupid." Yang Mi sobbed softly.

"I never want you to leave me." The baby held Wu Li's hand, very tight, very tight.

"Maybe, I'm very similar to her." Liu Shishi raised the handkerchief with a very complicated heart.

Zhou Jielun's singing ended, and there was no sound off the stage.In the glass room, tears fell one after another.

The silence speaks!

On the synchronous broadcast network, countless netizens looked at the ceiling, their minds were empty, and no one knew what they were thinking.

For a long time, the emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme finally broke out.

Chapter 645 That person, that song, that dance

"Zhou Jielun, Wu Li!"

"Wu Li, Zhou Jielun!"

A firework Yi Leng once again pushed the Qianzhou Gala to the high court. No matter how well Mo Wenwei sang, he could only play soy sauce on the side.

Seckill sees Seckill again!

Didn't you say that my grade was not high, didn't you say that I couldn't?If this top-level work of Kyushu style is not good, there will be no good in the world.

The lyrics and music are all in Wu Li's name.

The veteran singers and composers on the Internet have all exploded, and one long review after another has been posted.

This song can be called perfect at any point. If you have to pick out the imperfections, you can only say that Jay Chou's singing is not perfect.However, the flaws do not hide the flaws.And the most commendable thing is that this song has a clear source.

The poignant love story of listening to the rain in the Jialan Temple and the deep grass and trees in the city has broken everyone's heart.

The Emperor Vision party was over again. In the face of Wu Li's continuous heavy punches, it was like a poor bean paste bun, which could only be beaten by anyone, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Cheng Long's man should be self-improving, and he used a hundred drums to bang in unison. This momentum alone is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Pride, face, ten thousand waves...

Hot blood, like that, red sun...

The incomparably powerful, heroic, and domineering lyrics make people screaming loudly.

Zhou Xingchi's nonsensical comedy made people hilarious. The eyes, the movements, and every close-up made the children grin and the adults bowed with laughter.

The Xinjiang Song and Dance Troupe brought by Nazha is also not simple. A dance full of exotic winds directly shakes the Silk Road Neon Clothes staged by Emperor Vision.

There is not a good program chosen by the stinky girls. The same exotic dance, Nazha jumps out to make people feel beautiful, and Silk Road Neon clothes makes people feel exposed.The feelings of Kyushu people are subtle, not as unrestrained as foreigners. The large-scale dance chosen by Emperor Shi this time is too explicit.

A netizen named Calabi-Yau commented the most sharp, "I feel like something is missing when I see this dance?"

What other netizens are asking.

Calabi-Yau said two words, "Tang monk."

The show is still going on, Emperor TV is still plummeting, the ratings of the Qianzhou Gala and the Nanhu Gala are like two rising rockets, flying out of the earth and heading for space.

Finally, Bingye appeared.

The pure white moonlight-like long skirt and the fluffy snow-like scarf, the corners of the eyes, which were specially drawn with heavy colors, blinked slightly, and suddenly gave birth to an enchanting fox eyebrow.

In the center of the large screen hanging high in the air, a white fox quietly appeared in the wilderness, striding against the moonlight.The camera turned and fell into the trap of the hunter.A scholar who happened to pass by rescued it and tied a square scarf around its injured leg.

Master Bing gently closed his soul-stirring eyes, recalling the fireworks Yi Leng he had just heard, and slowly opened his lips:

I am a fox who has practiced for a thousand years. After a thousand years of practice, I am lonely. In the dead of night, someone can hear me crying, and someone can see me dancing in the dim light.

I am a fox who has waited for a thousand years, and a thousand years of loneliness. Who has planted the gu of love in the rolling red dust, and who has drank the poison of love in the vast sea of ​​people.

The singing flew out into the sky, and the picture flashed. After thousands of years of practice, the injured white fox finally turned into a human, and found the scholar who saved it.

It's a pity that this love for a thousand years is not so perfect. After thousands of reincarnations, the scholar is no longer the scholar he used to be.

Lord Bing caressed the corners of his eyes, and a drop of clear tears slipped off his cheeks, like a picture scroll on the screen, and the sobbing songs were like cuckoos crying blood:

When I loved you, you were poor and studying hard, and when I left you, you were in the bridal chamber.

Can I do another dance for you, I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago, look at the fluttering robes, the fluttering robes, and the vows of eachother have turned into nothingness.

Can I do another dance for you, just for the review of your parting time, you see the fluttering clothes, the clothes are fluttering, and they will become nothingness for a long time.

tick...

The audience burst into tears again, and today the party has earned enough of their tears.

A sad white fox appeared in everyone's mind, and Master Bing danced gently in the water-like moonlight.A glance and a smile, all made people sigh, the sadness in the look of hope, just like the white fox turning around.

Wu Li shivered uncontrollably, always feeling that the sorrowful eyes were looking at him, as if he had become a disinterested scholar in the picture.

Bingye is still dancing, the songs are still floating, and everyone's heart is infected by her.

As the most talked-about figure in the entertainment industry, Bing Ye can't reach the top no matter what.If the acting is not good, the singing is not good, there is no one that can say that he is the first.However, she is the woman who understands the rules the most in the entertainment industry.

Today, she finally broke through.

Legend has it that every moving song has its own soul.From the day it was created, I was looking for someone who could translate it perfectly.Only when it meets someone who can truly understand it and comprehend it will it burst into the most fiery light.

Baihu and Bingbing are so compatible, no matter their looks or their voices, they all blend together perfectly.

This is a personal golden song, except for Bingbing, no one else can sing this taste.