After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

Ruoyouwu's melodious and melodious singing lingered in his ears. Wu Rong's physique had been greatly enhanced since he subdued the Gu seeds. He hadn't entered a deep sleep for a long time, and usually only needed to take a nap to fully recover his energy.

Zhou Jin's singing seems to have a special magical power. It's hard to describe this feeling. It's like a gentle breeze blowing by, or soaking in warm spring water, and the wounded soul can be healed.

But Wu Rong didn't remember any injuries he had suffered. In fact, the purpose of his coming to the concert was for the big ghost. As a result, the big ghost didn't respond to the singing at all, but he himself was immersed in the singing. Falling into a deep sleep is a very dangerous thing for Wu Rong. His vigilance and vigilance will drop, and if he encounters danger, the enemy cannot counterattack in time.

It's just that he clearly knew it in his heart, but his consciousness didn't want to wake up from the singing. This feeling is strange and familiar, Wu Rong can be sure, except for the time in the bathroom, he has never heard Zhou Jin's singing, never entered this state. But his soul relaxes in the singing, as if this scene has been experienced countless times.

What exactly is going on.

Wu Rong only thought for a moment before deciding to wake up first. The outside of the box is not absolutely safe, so he can't just immerse himself in the singing to find the answer. It is uncomfortable to escape the influence of singing. Although Wu Rong firmly believes that his soul has not been injured, the instinct of the soul that is particularly relaxed under the singing is a short-term confrontation with the mind, just like getting out of the warm bed on a cold morning in severe winter. As firm as Wu Rong, he would pause for a moment.

At the moment of this pause, the singing voice changed.

The sound of the harp is still pleasant to the ear, but the emotion in the singing has changed from cheerful and joyful to deep and melancholy. The devil controls people's emotions, and a singer with a devil's voice can sing the song of seven emotions. Zhou Jin is an A-level singer, and she has already become proficient in singing the "Chapter of Joy", "Chapter of Anger" and "Chapter of Sadness" in Song of Seven Emotions. The remaining chapters can only be sung after his death, when the potential of the devil's singing voice is fully displayed.

But if the singing voice wants to achieve the strongest effect, it must be poured into the singer's feelings. Only those who have experienced extreme joy, crazy anger and desperate sadness can sing these three brothers well, otherwise singing is just singing, without soul, nor There will be a powerful force that can appease the ghost king. Even in the European Union, where there are many people with the ability to sing devil's voice, most of the people with the ability focus on mastering one or two chapters.

Zhou Jin has already mastered the three chapters in his twenties. Like his mother who died young, he is a true genius.

The singing in the ear is a sad chapter.

Too strong emotions will hurt the body and shorten life, and different chapters will have different effects. Zhou Jin always sings only one song in a concert, but this time he actually sang both chapters of joy and sorrow.

Wu Rong was still trapped in the soft sofa, his thinking was between rationality and drowsiness. It's strange, generally speaking, normal people feel the most joyful chapters. Most young people may not have experienced rage and sorrow, but there will always be joyful things.

But the melancholy and mournful singing left ripples on Wu Rong's soul, as if he had been pinched by someone, a slight sourness filled his soul, like a strong wind whizzing past, setting off bits and pieces of hidden deep deposits.

In a trance, Wu Rong seemed to see himself sitting on the throne of bones in the **** darkness, leaning over, his pale fingers cupping the jaws of the young man kneeling in front of him.

"King, please forgive me for not being able to sing the chapter of joy."

The young man raised his head docilely. The pure black pupils without whites and the lines of black and blue blood vessels on his pale face showed that this was not a living person, but a soul degenerated into a ghost. He was tortured, and his soul was infested with the malice of the world. Too much pain has deprived him of the ability to be happy, and of course he can no longer sing the chapters that represent joy.

Despite all the inhuman features, Wu Rong recognized the person in front of him as Zhou Jin. His eyes were frenzied and apprehensive, inferior and obsessed, and the flame of soul was burning in his black pupils, like an artist with strong and delicate emotions, who wanted to burn himself to death, and then use the ashes of his soul to make roses for his beloved.

"In addition to the chapter of joy, I completely dedicate to you the singing voices of devils and angels."

Zhou Jin was completely naked, devoted herself to Wu Rong devoutly and unreservedly, like a newborn lamb. Behind his beautiful milky white shoulders, in the center of the butterfly bone, there are a pair of tattoo-like wings on the soul skin.

Angel on the left, devil on the right.

He can chant the poems of the seven virtues and the chapters of the seven emotions.

"King, he can sing you a song of love."

A brisk young male voice sounded familiar from the left side of the throne. But when Wu Rong looked over, he could only see a blurred image. This kind of gaze that concealed concerns and worries reminded Wu Rong of Huang Mao. But just like the blurred picture, his voice was intermittent and getting softer until he couldn't hear it anymore.

"Listen more, maybe you can find it back..."

What did you find?

The ice-cold darkness engulfed Wu Rong like a tide, and the sound scene in front of him turned into meaningless snowflakes, which disappeared like the magic of the fairy godmother after twelve o'clock. The hot feeling in the palm of his left hand woke Wu Rong up from a deep sleep. The Gu species was immersed in the singing, and Wu Rong didn't know when he would be immersed in it, but the big ghost was always awake.

Before Wu Rong could open his eyes, his left hand instinctively grabbed down on him, just in time to grab the wrist stretched towards his waist.

"pain."

The cry of enduring pain was the same as the melancholy and sad singing on the stage, but it was a little more seductive. Wu Rong looked down at the person in front of him, and then at the stage.

"It's all me."

The smiling male voice sounded innocent and beautiful, and the young man caught by Wu Rong had no intention of running away, but just sat lazily on the ground. Because his wrists were clenched, he leaned forward, his head facing Wu Rong's legs, and the two of them were in very ambiguous postures. The young man is very handsome, his temperament is very special, very pure, charming regardless of gender or age. In particular, although he is smiling, his eyes are cold and clear, like snow lotuses blooming on icebergs and snow ridges, making people have the urge to take him off and imprison him and keep him alone.

Purity can not only arouse the desire for protection, but also arouse people's deepest malice. The young man knew which angle was the most attractive to him. He lifted his chin slightly, revealing his slender and fair neck, and his voice was soft.

"Give it to me and you can do anything to me."

He speaks ambiguously about any two words, and his eyes are like magic, which can make everyone fall in love with him.

But this does not include Wu Rong.

"Zhou Jin?"

Wu Rong's tone contained no emotion. When the young man in front of him appeared, the singing on the stage was still going on. Through the screen, you can see another Zhou Jin on the stage, frowning slightly and singing a sad movement.

The young man who appeared in front of Wu Rong looked exactly the same as Zhou Jin, which made people subconsciously wonder if they were twins. But Wu Rong inexplicably recalled the scene of the co-existence of angels and demons on the shoulders of a ghost who looked like Zhou Jin in the blurred picture just now.

"He's a devil, you're an angel."

Wu Rong used this kind of proving tone, he wanted to see how real the dream-like picture was.

"You are alone."

After he said these words, the smile of the young man in front of him froze.