Male God, a Little Su

drifting snow, swaying in the wind

Poetic soul, more lover

Always use the frivolous lush, drown the deep

Who is not, juvenile enthusiasm

alone, love someone

I have looked all my life with tender eyes

Write the meanest words

to ridicule this mediocrity

But I can't bear it, scolding you

I am also considered a variety of styles, and I am not a good person.

Who can be fortunate and wrong to pay for life

The first to fall in love

Stripped of the sharp edge, become a servant

I love your desolate eyes, bright moon and stars

Thousands of miles away, knock on the door of your heart

a lonely lip

With your approval, a kiss—

...

Su Yan was very quiet when she sang, and the lyrics came out of her mouth, like a story.

The end sound carries the taste of infinite lingering, like the warm sun in early winter, exhausting the last trace of enthusiasm.

From the moment she opened her mouth to sing the first sentence, the satellite was stunned.

Not to mention others.

Because of Xueyao's status as the first goddess, few people would take the initiative to touch her edge and choose to sing the same song as her. And the flowers of her fans are also brushed out one by one.

So far, it is still among the best.

Of course—

Anyone with ears knows who sings better.

In the private chat, the fairy in the painting did not turn on the microphone, and quietly sent a message to Xueyao.

Painting Zhongxian: [It doesn't matter, even if she sings, so what, in this game, the first place is still yours! 】

Each person has ten free flowers, which have been divided by many contestants before.

If you want to send it again, buy it.

One flower is ten coins, which is one dollar, and ten flowers are ten yuan.

Not everyone is willing to reward and recharge in this regard.

Compared with Xueyao's 10,000 flowers, it is like an insurmountable mountain.

Xueyao didn't answer.

She looked at the id that had been quietly hanging in yy since Su Yan appeared.

There was a strong sense of unwillingness in my heart.

Add my satellite: [Okay! ! Sister-in-law is awesome! 】

After he finished speaking, he shot and sent more than a thousand out.

This is like a signal, and soon, countless flowers are coming.

The fairy in the painting just finished speaking comforting words, and when she returned to the yy page to see this scene, she couldn't help feeling slapped in the face. It was as if a big hand appeared in the air, slapped her face a few times, and her cheeks were burning with pain.

Looking at Xue Yao, who had not spoken, she felt even more embarrassed.

Call you a jerk!

She gritted her teeth angrily.

1000 flowers...

2000 flowers...

6000 flowers...

Everyone watched helplessly as the number of flowers rose, but the fairy in the painting felt relieved that the higher the number, the slower the number of flowers rose.

And the current number is 8,600, which is more than 1,000 less than Xueyao.

In the QQ group, the satellites are in a hurry.

Add me to watch the satellite movie: [The balance of my bank card is not enough, it's all in another card! Sister-in-law sings so well, she must not lose! 】

In the yy channel, the fairy in the painting looked at the number of flowers that had stopped floating, and hooked her lips.

This game-

She breathed a sigh of relief and said proudly, "The audience's ears are the most loyal. Everyone knows who sings well and who doesn't. It seems that the first place tonight will be—"

[Q gave Rouge a thousand flowers]

[Q gave Rouge a thousand flowers]

[Q gave Rouge a thousand flowers]

One thousand flowers equals one thousand yuan, and the immortal in the painting did not finish a sentence, but stuck in his throat.

Looking helplessly at the unfamiliar account, without saying a word, he swiped a full 10,000 copies in a row.

The fairy in the painting: "..."

Su Yan looked at the simple name and silently curved her lips.

The old man has nothing but money to burn his hands