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Chapter 137 Magical Music(1/2)

Author: Up and down to ask for lock

Why do you use a sword?

Is it love?

Is it responsibility?

No, none of these are you just to show off.

Wang Liang nodded silently. The man in white with a sword box on his back was right. He was indeed trying to show off.

very good!

You have understood the highest true meaning of kendo.

Remember, as a swordsman, even if he falls into a dung pile, he must maintain the most handsome posture. After all, being handsome is a lifelong thing. As for the sword, the sword box behind the man in white suddenly opened and jumped out.

A "Twenty-three" connected to a spring is white all over, with colorful lights shining inside.

Wang Liang was stunned and woke up, staring at the ceiling blankly, and said weakly: "Day day by day, have some trash dreams!"

"Stop daydreaming, hurry up and eat meat patties and noodle soup"

Zhang Dong's voice pulled out from Wang Liang's aftermath of strange dreams in a very timely manner.

"I know!"

Free State Space Agency.

After listening to the report from his subordinate, Director Bruce stood up from the chair. Because the chair was too close to the desk and the person was too fat, his big and thick legs hit the edge of the table. Bruce kept grinning.

, sucking air conditioning.

If I don't know, I thought his toothache was so bad.

"Damn it! Hell!" Bruce rubbed his fat thighs and frowned and said, "What exactly is that rectangular object? Could it be a strategic space weapon developed by the Dragon Kingdom?"

"According to the investigation, it is likely to be a coffin, made of bronze, with complex patterns engraved on the surface. It has not been found out what these patterns mean yet."

"Oh! God!" Bruce put his hands on the back of his head, running around in the office, his head shaking like a rattle, and made a sharp turn, walked to his subordinates, frowned and said, "It seems like he can fly."

The coffin broke our two satellites, right?”.

The subordinate wiped a handful of Bruce and sprayed saliva on his face as he spoke. He was about to say "yes", but he couldn't help but vomited with a "wow". When he just applied it to his nose, a stream of sourness was filled with death.

The smell of fish smell is like an electric drill, which directly penetrates the nose and then goes straight to the sky spirit cover.

The stomach seemed to be constantly kneading by an invisible pair of big hands, and the things inside were sprayed out directly along the esophagus.

Looking at the pool of "eight treasure porridge" on the ground, Bruce collapsed instantly, covered his nose, and kept shouting "Hell! God!".

The incident of the bronze coffin flying from Blue Star to space was first exposed by Freedom Cable TV. After that, media from various countries followed up and quickly became a world-class hot spot.

A set of news: "A pair of unknown bronze coffins rise from the blue star and fly into space."

After reading this news, netizens commented:

"Why do I feel that this scene is a bit familiar?"

"Did you remember the Jiulong pulling coffin from the upper floor?"

"Damn it! Is the online novel written by Chen Xiaodong true?"

Today, Chen Xiaodong got up very early. After lunch, he immediately sat at the computer desk and started typing, trying to update 8,000 words, so that those little blackswords who said he was contaminated with ominousness and turned into red hair would change their words, "

Emperor Chen, Niu B, lived out his second life!".

"Crackling."

The sound of typing on the keyboard was connected, and the code was so excited. Suddenly, the study door was pushed open, and my wife rushed in with her cell phone and said, "The bronze coffin has really flew into the sky!"

"Ah?" Chen Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, his head was buzzing, his eyes staring like a copper bell.

"Let's watch the news!"

Chen Xiaodong looked at the news on his mobile phone and said nothing for a long time.

On this day, an online novel "Cross the Earth" that has been completed for many years has once again topped the top spot in Qidian Chinese website. After seeing it, some online novel authors drooled in envy and signed the contract author

The group sent a message saying: "I have written novels that I have been writing through a lot of hardships. I have only 100 books written at the first glance. They have completed books for several years and are directly on the top spot. I am not alive, so don't stop me.

, let me buy a piece of tofu and kill it."

"Are you in Versailles? I only ordered 10 people, wuwu. I'm so angry!"

"Two signing big guys, please don't have Versailles, okay? I just submitted a manuscript to the editor, but was rejected again. I cried!"

Editor: "You haven't signed a contract, how can you join the signing group?".

Patta Plaza.

After Wang Liang finished playing the last part, the sunset was blocked by the tall buildings in the distance, and the progress bar came to [Sumona Playing: 5000/10000].

Tomorrow, you will get another 2,500, and you will be able to practice the day after tomorrow.

Put away the suona and left the square with an unfriendly gaze.

The security guard at the entrance of the mall exhaled a breath of turbid air again, picked out the toilet paper in his ears and eyes, spread it again, folded it, put it in his pocket. When he saw the manager coming, he was still covering his mouth and coughing constantly, immediately

He stepped forward, took out the toilet paper that had just been put into his pocket, and handed it to the manager with a smile.

The manager took the paper, wiped his mouth, wiped his hands, and nodded at him with a smile, expressing his approval.

The next morning.

The young man who was playing sorrow and joy came again. He quickly stuffed toilet paper into his ears and eyes, and kept blowing from morning to noon before leaving. He thought he had blown it now, but he never expected that he would come again in the afternoon.

I kept blowing until evening before leaving.

real!

He has serious brain problems with this young man. Any normal person can't do such a stupid thing. He is just a fool. It's just a pity that his face. If he changes that face to his face, he will still be worried.

Can't find the object?

Not to mention the target, even a rich woman has caught more than a dozen.

What a pity! It can't be changed.

The third morning.

The fool is coming again, and starts to play sorrow and joy again. The people are in a very bad mood. They quickly stuff toilet paper into their ears and eyes. As before, after stuffing them, the world will immediately become quiet. I don’t know what’s going on today, but it’s actually

Can still hear it.

This sound is like an awl, directly cone from the ear to the ear, and it can't be blocked.

After thinking about it, I took out the toilet paper, put on the headphones, and turned on the music, but it was useless. The music released in the headphones could not offset the sorrow and joy. This sorrow and joy seemed to be getting weirder, just like a magic sound, you can directly

If you get into your mind, you don’t have to go through your ears.

At this time, not only the people in the square heard the desolate and sad music, but also the people in the shopping malls and office buildings heard it.

A very exciting DJ dance music was being played in an electric marketing company. Employees stood by the workstation and danced with the dance music and catching money. Suddenly, a very sad tune appeared in their heads, which instantly pulled their thoughts to the funeral site.

.

The employees who danced the money-catching dance stopped one after another and looked at each other in a confused look.

"Did you hear it?" A fat man in a white shirt turned around and asked his colleague next to him. The movement was too large. He accidentally opened the button on his stomach, revealing his white belly, close to the navel, and still had a long time.

She had a tuft of black hair.

The fat man quickly inhale and button it, which prevented a death from the community.

"I heard the sorrow and joy I was blowing during the burial." My colleague was still confused when he spoke because he felt that the sorrow and joy I didn't hear. To be precise, it should have popped up directly from his mind.

The others also said:

“I heard it too”

"It's strange, why do you feel that you didn't hear it, you just got into your mind."

“I feel this way too”

The employee of another electronics sales company did not dance the money-catching dance and started making calls directly. Anyone who answered the sales call heard a loud, desolate, sad music. After hanging up the phone, the music was still echoing in his mind.

.

I searched for the source of music everywhere, but couldn't find it, it was like a music player installed in my mind.

"Wife, have you heard a kind of sad music?"

A middle-aged man with a gray face and a thick dark circle of eyes asked the middle-aged woman next to him with a red face.

"I didn't hear it." The woman shook her head and nodded again, "I heard it, I just heard it."

Others were also asked, "Did you hear sad music?", and at first said they didn't hear it, and then they said they heard it. He asked others, and they were the same. At first, they said they didn't hear it.

, and then said I heard it.

This situation also occurs when others ask others.

Some people made funny voices and asked netizens whether they had heard sad music. Netizens commented:
To be continued...
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