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After Ye Lang finished speaking, everyone exploded.

"Yeshen hurry up, it's not difficult or difficult, we are all waiting for you."

"That's not difficult. The key is to be authentic. You can't sing other people's, sing your own."

The old Han next door threw a problem again.

The people watching the live broadcast on the barrage responded one after another.

"Yes, you can't sing other people's, sing your own."

"Haha, Ye Shen feels that this time is going to roll over. After all, you are not born to speak Cantonese, right."

"Wait for Ye Shen to roll over, peanut drink mineral water, beer and betel nut dumplings, from the south to the north, walk around and take a look, Ye Shen is about to roll over."

Unlike other anchors, Ye Lang's fans now like to watch Ye Lang make a fool of himself and roll over. For example, their favorite project is one that Ye Lang doesn't think he wants to play: Doudizhu.

On weekdays, I always watch Ye Lang kill the Quartet. One day or two is okay, but after a long time, I must be a little tired. Anyway, it is 6666. But the root cause of watching the live broadcast is to laugh.

So Ye Lang, the only place that combines technology and entertainment just right, has become a beautiful landscape in the live broadcast industry.

You are here, don't spray randomly. But you can tease, yin and yang weird.

You are here, you can't bring the rhythm of other anchors, but you can bring Ye Lang's own rhythm without limitation.

Here, you can not only see the powerful game technology, hear the wonderful singing, but also see Ye Lang's true character as the emperor, and even see Ye Lang's two deadly rivals and the world champions.

This is the source of joy.

Like Ye Lang’s current live studio title: Just be happy with me.

Ye Lang slowly adjusted the sound of a violin, "Come on, it's time to show the real technology. Since you want to listen to Cantonese songs, now I ask you, can I control the tone of this violin?"

Barrage said one after another, do not believe it!

This is normalization! Others’ live broadcast rooms are anchor Niubi, 66666.

In Yelang’s live broadcast, if you don’t believe me, come first...

So Ye Lang looked at the camera and trimmed his hair, "Okay, these few water friends who directly typed unbelievers, I remember, I figured it out after a while, you guys hehehehe..."

On the barrage, he burst into laughter instantly.

"Haha, the essence of this hehehehe, the wind is blowing, may I ask if this is the Yincao Netherworld?"

"It's over, I have a bad feeling that we are going to be pitted."

"Yeshen got this done, I have ten planes!"

When Ye Lang looked at the ten planes, his eyes lit up, "Oh? This fellow water friend, your idea is very bold, what about other water friends? Are you so embarrassed? Don't you dare to question an anchor?"

When Ye Lang spoke, he was an old world, a deceitful gift of super skills.

The barrage began to irritate.

"Who are you scaring? I also have ten fox teeth one!"

"Follow!"

"Yes, who do you look down on? Ye Shen don't think you are the world champion, but without me...you are still the world champion."

Seeing that the barrage became frantically restless, Han Lei twitched his face a few times.

"No, Mr. Wu, look at this Ye Lang, he..."

Han Lei feels how can the anchor and the water friend come here like this? Isn't this an obvious gift?

Can the anchor industry be the same?

Qin Hong smiled slightly, "I seem to have seen the Fortune Code. Tomorrow I will try to let my graduate song and dance troupe have a live broadcast or something... to make some pocket money for the children."

...

After Ye Lang adjusted it, he slowly picked up the microphone on the side.

"Don't go into the shed, just sing this song."

As soon as the melodious violin sound came out, the barrage instantly quieted down.

"Still leaning on the insomnia night looking at the stars

I still hear the violin crying and teasing

Why is only one crescent moon left in my sky

After this night, the audio is cut off..."

At this moment, there were too many people in Ye Lang's live broadcast room, and his popularity once again broke through Foxya's record, reaching more than 40 million.

This is something that no anchor has ever done. For Foxya, it is simply a great thing. On the screen of Ye Lang's live broadcast room, various gifts are flying around, invisibly forming a light stick. The same formation.

Han Lei: "Hi..."

Qin Hong: "Hi..."

Wu Dameng, "Don't breathe, the office is running out of oxygen."

Among Liu Huan's group, Zhao Lei was the first to get excited.

"Fuck, I'm still a Cantonese singer, this pronunciation is too standard. From the first word, I'm crazy."

"Kneel, Liu Huan, how do you know this person?"

Liu also blushed, and he didn't want to mention that the reason why his song was so popular was because Ye Lang fought the landlord.

In the live broadcast room, the screen was constantly refreshed.

"It's over, there is no miracle, my wallet."

"Yeshen is really good, this pronunciation is very comfortable."

"The people in Yangcheng said they are extremely comfortable, Ye Shen's voice, I love it."

"It's Wang Zhan, Ye Shen, can you leave us some room for future development, the music student said, the future is hopeless."

...

Unconsciously, when the song reached the middle part, the sound was like weeping, melodious, ups and downs, all with a smell of longing, with a quietness under the night.

"But my heart is still occupied by her every moment

She seems still not speaking this month

The solo violinist plays the bright moon and half leaning against the late autumn

My concern for my longing until later..."

After Ye Lang sang this sentence, he laughed loudly, "Oh? How about those hard-mouthed brothers just now? Are they still hard-mouthed?"

"Okay, thank you for the ten Foxtooth One from the world's hardest mouth."

"Thank Liuli Scarecrow for the ten planes."

...

Sure enough, the hard-mouthed water friend fulfilled his promise, and the barrage was 6666.

Ye Lang smiled faintly at this time, blinking his eyes, "I understand, I know how to get rich hahaha..."

Ye Lang's triumphant look made the barrage want to hit someone.

Ye Lang stood up and suddenly his voice became metallic.

"Still saying that it is an excuse to never expect

Never thought of breaking up...oh..."

At this time, Ye Lang closed his eyes and his body was full of the strength before the explosion. The end of this sound was extremely long, and at the end, it was hoarse.

All the audience at this moment, silently holding their breath, they are waiting.

They were looking forward to the explosion after this accumulation, Han Lei gritted his teeth and grabbed his toes.

Qin Hong frowned, her eyes widened.

Wu Dameng also craned his neck, wanting to hear how Ye Lang will perform the emotional progression next.

Human emotions are not connected, but music can.

Ye Lang's figure was stable, and he didn't move at all for more than ten seconds.

The barrage became more anxious.

"Is it stuck? I am stuck."

"Northwest is stuck."

"The South is stuck."

"Yeshen, hurry up, I will wait until the flowers are all gone."

...

Suddenly, Ye Lang moved.

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