Ren Hongdan couldn't help frowning, Lin Yunyun changed the song?

Just when Lin Hongdan was still thinking about it, the curtain behind the stage had already opened.

There is one person and one kite.

The strings are tuned by hand, and the green silk hangs down the white shirt.

When Ren Hongdan saw it, it turned out to be Yao Shanshan!

At this time, her appearance was shallow, as if nothing existed in heaven and earth, only the qin in front of her.

It was a soft scene, but it was a killing sound.

Every time you pluck it, it makes people's hearts shake.

Wait for a high note to play, and then fall into a lull.

Then there was a shocking singing sound from the backstage, and at the same time, Yao Shanshan plucked the strings again, accompanied by the tune.

When the audience looked backstage, they saw that Lin Wanyun was also dressed in white, with long hair draped over her shoulders, unlike Yao Shanshan, Lin Wanyun's white clothes were stained with blood.

And in her hand, there is a sword.

She is not photogenic without makeup, but Lin Wanyun's facial features are exquisite, especially her facial expressions and eyes at this moment, all of which have a murderous aura.

In front of the camera, she is so sharp, and every movement carries a sense of tenacious beauty.

There are blowers in the background to cooperate with the front of the stage, and when the wind rises, Lin Yunyun swings his sword and dances.

At the same time, she also started the song she had been preparing:

The blood was misty, and he looked at it with pity.

I don't see bones buried on the riverbank.

If there are thousands of floats, moaning is like a complaint.

Since then, the Brahman's heart has been secretly crossed.

Punished, punished by the end of the day.

pursued a lifetime of slaughter, but saw all the flowers withered.

Arrogance is difficult to write, and the robe is robbed.

And full of fishing, half a lifetime of loneliness.

Burn incense and half a candle, and lick your eyes.

Cover yourself up.

Jiang Xue, the blade is not chased.

The end of the road.

Who is going to this bureau?

Drink the lost, a few pots of wind and moon.

The flowers are in full bloom, and the Zen is amazing.

Burial Sword Brahma Twin Tree.

The singer wept, full of rise and death.

Turn around and don't ask about honor or disgrace.

Lose, but lose the world.

It is better to kill and kill, and put the mountains and rivers into it.

The waterfront is knotted, and the spirits are three goblets.

Prosperous, deserted past.

The journey is not over, and no one is deterred.

One side is proud of the world.

Wait, who will overturn.

laughed to cry, and Suo Po was so beautiful that it was dazzling.

The crow shrine drums, hissing to chase the nostalgia.

The brocade robe waved out, cold and glamorous like a Gu.

Dancing in the glow.

Sacrifice, white bones by the river.

The mound is bound, and the delusion is the same.

Whoever worries and hesitates, the wind does not stop.

Just ask if you want to follow me and bury Jiang Xue, here.

As the lyrics are sung sentence by sentence, the strings are played high or low with the singing, and the sword dances with Lin Wanyun's various movements.

When the wind rises, the white clothes flutter.

The stains of blood are impressive.

She's all over the place.

When I looked back, my eyes were as cold as a sword.

As the song goes: The singer weeps, and the eyes are full of rise and death. Turn around and don't ask about honor or disgrace. Lose, but lose the world. It is better to kill and kill, and put the mountains and rivers into it.

She recovered the mountains and rivers, and in order to avoid another war with the male protagonist, she put the mountains and rivers into account.

Because she has experienced the war, watching her soldiers and the generals around her fall one by one, she is no longer willing to start a war.

Therefore, it is said: the rise and fall are full of eyes, turn around and don't ask about honor and disgrace.

At the end of the song, the singing has stopped, and the sound of the strings echoes for a long time.

Lin Wanyun pulled the last sword flower and looked back, where the camera was.

That glance seemed to be the appearance of Ming Huang when he let go of everything.

It is better to kill and kill, and put the mountains and rivers into it.

After that, the white clothes fluttered, and she left without looking back.

Minghuang gave up power, but the male protagonist didn't let her go, such a woman who can start a war and give up the world can only be relieved if she is accepted into his harem.

Therefore, he hired the queen.

Waiting for the big curtain to slowly cover Yao Shanshan's figure, everyone came back to their senses from this scene!

What did they see just now?

It's like a dream!

The visual impact, the auditory impact, made them fall into that story.

Driven by Lin Wanyun's sword, she felt a killing battle, and finally was carried by her gaze as if she saw the devastation.