Plagiarist Superstar in Another World

It took Song Ren 3 days to traverse the entire Ping'an City to collect the materials he needed, such as going to Zhang Tuto and recording the sounds of pork being beaten.

The weaving sound of Ding Yan, the cry of a little girl candied fruit stick on the street, especially the sound of closing the old unoccupied house, stepping on the dusty corridor ...

After all of this last night, Song Ren not at all immediately went to the video, but took advantage of the dawn to write his own draft. He remembered this story very well.

In order to have a better anchor atmosphere, he had to wait at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and he had to be in a valley without anyone. Think about it, the moon is thin, the clouds are dark, the black crow is tweeting, and one person is in the cold autumn wind inside valley, telling ghost stories ...

Song Ren swallowed and comforted himself not to be afraid. It was so exciting.

This is how the guts are exercised. You ca n’t be a salted fish all your life. It ’s been a long time. Turn over and fry. You are still salted.

Since going to Human Race Holy City, let him understand how good the outside world is, maybe I'll go out someday.

Not afraid not afraid.

Song Ren was writing a draft, watching the text from his own writing, scalp numb, goose bumps on 2 arms ...

In the valley at night, because of the autumn wind, the sound of wu wu can always be heard in the cracks of some stones. It may be normal to change it, but this time because of the death, not to mention how much hair is at this moment.

"Why doesn't this boy stay up in the middle of the night?" Old Drunkard, who had fallen asleep, suddenly felt that the forbidden person who stayed in this valley was intruded, and his atmosphere was familiar. It was Song Ren.

I can't help being curious, it's really late, what is he doing here at this time? Also, he is curious about Song Ren, who has never traveled far, with Na ring and Yuan Stone.

Came quietly, standing on the valley, watching him sneakily, stick one's head around to look for, a hesitant look, more curious.

When he was in shape, he went directly into hiding, trying to get closer, and listened to what the boy 嘀嘀 gu gu did.

In the canyon, Song Ren kept cheering himself up, finally humming, "Today is a good day, all my thoughts can be a joyous song," and then I settled in my heart.

After finally setting up the various props, I opened the music network and took out the manuscript without opening my mouth. Suddenly I felt the wind on my back, and he was so frightened that his legs swayed, and he immediately turned around.

Scarlet eyes startled Old Drunkard, who had just come down. The boy Mental Power could do it, and it could be felt.

After seeing no one, Song Ren wiped the cold sweat on his mind and kept comforting himself: "I can't scare myself, it's so fucking horrible. Hurry home after the recording."

After coughing 2 times, Song Ren took out the voice changer and started tuning. It wasn't until a mature, magnetic, full of murmur that Song Ren was satisfied.

Then began the recording: "The ancients said that mortals have a sun light on their shoulders, the sun light protects the ghost from invasion, the head light is easy to extinguish in the middle of the night, and the sun light is hard to find. This night, a name is ..."

Old Drunkard, who was staying behind, then realized that they were here to create, but what's the tone?

He came back behind himself, wanting to see what the kid in Song Ren was holding, which was strange.

If you want to tell a good story, the first element is that the person you are talking about must be immersed and integrated into the environment. Only if you think it ’s true, you can even believe it. Screen.

Song Ren, who had a high nervousness, read the draft, and watched all around dribbly, and then he felt an invisible wind coming slowly behind him.

He passed the Cultivation wind sign and was more sensitive to wind in the air than anyone else.

gu lu swallowed a saliva, continually comforted himself, an illusion, and then hurry to continue speaking ...

The condition is very good. Over and over, Song Ren didn't even check it. Just after recording, the teeth were a bit longer. He immediately opened Eight Talisman Gate and screamed into it.

Only Old Drunkard, who was listening with keen interest pleasure, left a mess in the wind alone.

"Just the courage to tell a ghost story? Every day, this kid, there are so many whimsy," Old Drunkard shook the head with a smirk, then looked at his shoulders, eyes immediately became green, and Quickly returned to normal.

"The two lights of the fart, it sounds pretty bluffing." The night in the canyon was getting darker and darker, and the dark clouds covered the night sky, leaving him alone in the empty canyon.

Old Drunkard coughed, stepped up into the Eight Talisman Gate, a little faster ...

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On the 2nd day, Song Ren slept until noon and got up lazily. When I came back last night, I always felt that I had encountered something 'dirty'. I was dizzy and nauseous, and I couldn't sleep over and over. .

I didn't see my son get up and touched his forehead. Did the boy catch a cold last night? He boiled a bowl of ginger soup and awakened him to drink something, then went to sleep again.

After waking up, Song Ren yawned again and again, with two panda eyes on his face, and rejuvenated. It was really good to listen to last night's recording.

Then began to add sound effects in each stage, after a long time to toss it was finally done.

He auditioned again, even when standing under the big sun, it was a bit chilly.

Wow, I don't want to be a horror anchor myself, it's just too cursed.

I ca n’t let it go now. There are many fans who follow him. They will know it first. This story can only be heard at night, and it has a sense of substitution.

Since I decided to participate in the Heavenly Sound Mountain exchange meeting in the near future, the chairman came to invite him personally. It ’s impossible to say hello to everyone at the time: "Hey, I am the Steamed Bun. Everyone eats and plays well. Today ’s consumption is all handled by the meeting. Long pay. "

Then chill out?

He will definitely be forced to perform. Even A'yao has taken different routes, prepared in advance, and he must plan well.

At that time, if A'yao's "Unparalleled in the World" has achieved great Great Accomplishment, then, can you sing that song yourself?

Song Ren's impetuous look ...

.........

Huh!

At night, two sharp sword energy glided across the sky, then fell on top of a mountain, the autumn wind was fierce, blowing on the clothes of Zhou Zihong and Ma Liang.

These two people are Golden Core Realm Middle-Stage and both belong to Sword Qi Sect disciple. This time they got the secret information. Several Demon Races sneaked into the vicinity of Wuhuang Mountain, and the two of them came to investigate.

Wherever I go, there are vast mountains and forests, and tonight the dark clouds cover the sun, and I do n’t see any signs of it hidden.

Wearing strong clothes, Zhou Zihong with a purple long sword on his back turned his hands, a golden compass came out, and the rune flashed on it, not at all found anything suspicious.

Ma Liang twenty seven-eight, seeing this calm and composed slipping down the stone, to the leeward side, leaning up: "Junior Sister Zhou, thank you for coming down, you have hurried all the way, Wuhuang Mountain is so big, even if there is When Demon Race comes in, it won't be found at one-and-a-half minutes. At most, just like the previous few times, it's just a low-level Demon Race that just started spiritual wisdom. "Ma Liang lazily.