City Super Love System

You can search "Urban Super Love System Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Wang Hui's last words completely exploded the live broadcast room.

A wave of barrage came from across the screen.

"Cao! Pharaoh, this wave of thieves is just right!"

"Hahahaha! I support Pharaoh! As long as Pharaoh releases an album, I will buy an album!"

"Don't think about it, our Ten Thousand Wives Group will never let you guys buy your husband's album!"

"Husband husband! Write another song! Write another song!"

Wang Hui watched the "one more song" barrage that suddenly became uniform on the screen, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never stopped.

He left next to the piano and wrote down the song "See You or Leave" that he had just written.

While Wang Hui was writing the music and lyrics, Luo Jia, who was far away in the imperial capital, finally calmed down.

After all, there was nothing in the room that could smash him, even his customized high-end mobile phone was smashed into a pile of pieces by him.

"Come here! Inform the navy and let them master Wang Hui's ass skills. He must have written this song before!"

Luo Jia has found a chance for Hei Wanghui. After all, it is possible to pretend to be the song that he wrote before.

Just as Luo Jia's order was issued, the navy in the live broadcast room over there immediately began to brush up.

"The plagiarism is so poor! This song must have been written by him before!"

"Yes! And he must have been inspired by our family Luo Jia before he could write this song!"

"I think this song should be regarded as Luo Jia's song!"

Wang Hui laughed angrily when he saw the barrage across the screen.

This kind of completely illogical speech can only be thought of by Luo Jia.

Wang Hui quickened his speed and ended his work.

A new song was not enough for him to prove that he did not plagiarize. Of course, he also asked Edith to investigate the identity of the so-called foreign musician.

Even the time when the so-called foreign musician created the song that was very similar to "Opera 2" was clear to Edith.

Who told Luo Jia to send him to find this "foreign musician" and choose a monitored place to talk to him.

It's just that the current Wang Hui doesn't want to shake this out. This kind of assassin should be put at the end, making Luo Jia completely desperate!

In Wang Hui's eyes, Luo Jia is a horrible pen to see others.

As for why he has to line up with Luo Jia, Wang Hui thinks this is a very good opportunity for him.

With a successful laning, Wang Hui's fame will naturally rise again and become a wave of fans.

Although Wang Hui doesn't plan to make money from his fans, it's not something that has already arrived here.

As for losing?

Sorry, Wang Hui never thought that he would lose.

Wang Hui sat back in front of the piano again, drawing lucky audiences from hundreds of millions of barrage.

Since these people still don't admit that they can write songs, write them to them.

"If you have the ability, that old song came out to pretend, if you have the ability, write one now! Just write that the moon tonight is not as round as in previous years!"

Although today is National Day, it is also the 15th month of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Indeed, the moon tonight is not as round as the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years.

When Wang Hui saw this barrage, a word suddenly appeared in his heart.

A moving poem written by ancients thousands of years ago in that world!

He recalled the tune, his heart was slightly moved, and he immediately sat in front of the piano.

"I saw someone said they wanted me to write a song about the moon, so I was going to write a song about the moon."

As soon as Wang Hui's voice fell, the graceful piano sound immediately sounded.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Hui took it alone in this huge villa, and he had to line up with people at night. How could he be happy?

People, especially the Chinese who relocate to settle down, have a sense of homesickness in their hearts.

But for Wang Hui, he can't go back to the hometown that everyone else has.

He once asked the system, and the system said that if you want to travel through the world, the required admiration value is probably an astronomical number, even if it is not clear how much it needs.591 read novel network www.591kxs.com

Wang Hui has only saved 200,000 admiration points now, in order to purchase a product worth 500,000 admiration points in the system.

It's just that this point of admiration is worthless for Wang Hui's way home.

So when Wang Hui incorporated the sadness of having a home and being unable to return to his song, when he spoke.

The entire live broadcast room was completely quiet.

"When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine.

I don't know what year is the heavenly palace.

I want to take the wind to return, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, and I will be cold from the heights.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?

Transfer to Zhu Pavilion, low Qi household, without sleep.

There should be no hate, what is the long time to go to the other time?

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This is hard to come by.

Nung, moon and new moon."

Every word, like a thorn, plunged deeply into Wang Hui's heart.

A touch of sorrow and sorrow was brewing in everyone in the live broadcast room.

The piano stopped and Wang Hui sang it only once.

According to the length of a song, he has to sing four times, using four different contexts and emotions to interpret this phrase.

But only once, Wang Hui stopped.

He was afraid that if he sang again, he would really cry.

The tune of this song is simple, but the words are eye-catching.

The love and longing for poetry rooted in the hearts of the Chinese people, the audience in the live broadcast room once again launched a barrage.

"I cried...what about you..."

"Cry miserably!"

"Pharaoh's cowhide!"

"I really want to go home, come back to her and listen to my mother..."

"I'm not staying in the Imperial Capital anymore! I want to go home!"

"I hope people will last forever. The lyrics written by my husband are really invincible..."

"I have decided! I must have a daughter in the future! I'll call it Chan Juan!"

Even the people who had been arranged to disturb the muddy water and put Wang Hui on their backs for plagiarism were silent at this moment.

They also have family members and hard-to-leave homeland.

"Ring Ling Ling--"

The phone of the housekeeper Luo, who was in charge of these navy forces, rang again and again, but the news was the same.

"I'm quitting! Who do you like to find?"

"I am going home! No time! The money will be refunded to you immediately!"

"In this way, you can make a big song god who sings songs for thousands of years. You said he copied? Didn't you wake up? I quit!

One message after another made the butler's back chill.

He also heard Wang Hui sing this song just now.

The longing and sorrow in that singing voice, I don't know how many times stronger than the previous song!

At this moment, he also has an urge to resign and return to his hometown immediately!

Throughout China, I don’t know how many people shed tears because of Wang Hui’s song. I don’t know how many people walked home despite the congestion during the National Day holiday.

This is the power of a wonderful poem that can be passed down for thousands of years!

Sitting in front of the piano, Wang Hui looked at the "one more song" barrage floating on the barrage again, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't rush, and continue to write. My second album should be finished again..."