"This... isn't it impossible."
Because of the other party, this enlightenment of one's own mind can be sublimated again, and at the same time, the understanding of the mantra of supernatural power has been improved, and the of stars has also been one step closer to transformation.
Having obtained such a great benefit, Hanyu Xiaotian could not lift his and leave.
"Then let's try it now!" Chen An'er said excitedly.
After a lot of busyness, everyone took their place.
At this time, the eyes of everyone looking at Hanyu Xiaotian were no longer the same. In their first half of their lives, they had never seen a person who could show the wicked talent like this young man.
Being able to co-operate with such a person on stage once will become their lifelong conversation.
"I have been performing an ethereal and euphemistic style over the years, this time I want to try to change it!" Chen An'er's eyes burst into a long-awaited light.
"Oh? An'er, do you want to add a song with a different style now temporarily? Will you go to the concert after such a short run-in..."
"It's okay! Actually I wanted to try a different style for a long time, um, let's start this time!"
Chen An'er turned her head to look at Han Yu Xiaotian, her eyes so serious.
"I want to deduce a song about warriors, a song about real strong men! Not only their iron-blooded martial arts, but also their heroic tenderness, and everything about them. Is it okay?"
Martial artists are the most mainstream people in China today, especially the real martial arts powerhouses. The business giants like the Chen An'er family that have been passed down for generations are as vulnerable as fragile babies when facing real powerhouses. .
Chen An'er, who grew up in this kind of family, obviously knows something. Under the soft and quiet appearance, she has always worshipped those real martial arts powerhouses deep in her heart.
As if seeing Chen An'er's inner thoughts, Han Yu smiled and nodded involuntarily.
Really strong, isn't it Han Yu Xiaotian's dream?
Han Yu Xiaotian hasn't moved for a long time, and everyone is looking forward to watching the slightly thin figure. They know that the main theme of this song can only be determined by the boy.
They are all waiting quietly~
The sound of the piano sounded melodious and melodious, and a kind of sentiment was heart-warming.
Although the sound of the piano is like a complaint, all the quietest time, the most brilliant wind and frost, or the initial appearance, all flow slowly.
Then the music suddenly changed, with a metallic texture, connecting the sound of clanging swords into a strange musical snowfield.
That is the beauty of power, the voice of the strong!
That is the love of children and heroes!
The sound of the music collided with the listener’s soul, and there was a strong resonance and interaction, like a flying butterfly flying in the snow, following the intoxicating music and dancing to the same snow scene...
Walking out of the piano room, Han Yu Xiaotian returned to his bedroom. He needed to reorganize what he had just realized.
"An'er, who do you think this Hanyu Xiaotian is? Why do I feel a little bit unable to understand him?"
"I can't say that, but he is definitely not the local tyrant you know!"
"In fact, I have known for a long time that he does not have the ‘temperament’ of a local tyrant. The middle-aged men and women who met in the mall that day should be regarded as the real local tyrants.
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