I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

After the South Vietnamese were put in, the gates were closed again, making it difficult to enter.

The two people who were hiding by the wall at the corner popped up their heads and looked at some mischievous eyes, and their eyeballs rolled around a few times.

One of them checked the camera, intending to immediately post the photos he just took, and try to be the first-hand whistleblower.

"Huh?" However, when he saw the photos he just took, he was a little confused, "I obviously captured her? Why did you take pictures of the wall?"

The other person came over and saw those few blurred photos, which were full of bright and colorful photos, a little strange.

In turn, he also turned over his mobile phone, and lamented that it was fortunate that he had made two-handed preparations.

But when I saw the photos in the album, which were the same as those of my companions, I was completely dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other, both weird and frightened.

After all, their candid shots are professional at any rate, and they know very well whether they have captured anyone or not.

If it's just one person who didn't shoot well, it can be called an accident.

But if two people are like this, it's a bit frightening to think carefully.

"Hey, last time the one who broke the news about South Vietnam, didn't he really get nothing?"

"Didn't you get suppressed?"

The two fell into a deathly silence. After standing for a while, the one with the camera gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

"Don't worry about it! Let's shoot again when she comes out!"

"Then what if," Xiaoxin asked with the phone, "still can't take pictures?"

This question has not been answered, and the person who asked it is actually very clear in his heart.

If you still can't take pictures in the second attempt, then it means that this person named Nanyue may not be able to secretly take real photos no matter what information he has in the future.

On the other side, Nan Yue was led all the way in, bypassing other office areas and came to a recording studio.

Inside were Chu Ye and a middle-aged man with long hair and a mustache. He looked like an artist.

"Here we come," Chu Ye stopped chatting with the man when he saw her, and introduced, "This is our Hongyu's music director, Xue Fan."

Nanyue greeted politely: "Mr. Xue, I am Nanyue."

"The timbre is very nice. It should be charming when you sing high notes." Xue Fan grinned, and then motioned to the recording studio inside, "Go inside and get used to it."

Chu Ye said: "Mr. Xue, you don't have much time. Go and try all those songs, and we'll talk later."

"Okay." After Nan Yue answered, he opened the door and entered the recording studio.

When she came out again, it was half an hour later.

Xue Fan gave her an approving look, and then left first.

Sitting on the sofa, Chu Ye looked at her with a calm expression and emotion in his eyes.

"Now I finally believe that when you danced Yemeng's dance, you just learned it now."

You can watch the dance twice, but you only need to listen to the song once.

Not to mention a genius.

Nan Yue also sat down and smiled when he heard the words: "You also watched the warm-up video."

"Well, I saw your edited version." After Chu Ye nodded, he asked again, "Which one do you like?"

Nan Yue said without hesitation: "The last song."

She tried three songs, and the first two melodies were both light and simple.

Only the last song, like gurgling water, is full of deep meaning.

Hearing her answer, Chu Ye was not surprised, and even showed a subtle smile.

"The lyrics and music of this song are written by the same person. I have never heard of it before, and I don't know where I found it. It was directly handed over to Xue Fan."

"By the way, his name is Chaoyang. Does it sound familiar?"