Shadow cast an annoyed look at the man in front of him, he had seen too many people, and he could see through at a glance whether this man was sincere or not.
The feeling of waking up again is very strange, as if everything has started again, but the shadow still misses Zitong a little bit, he thinks of Zitong's gentle voice, thinks of Zitong crying, he actually doesn't want to make her cry, but in this world, Only death is irreversible.
Playing with his long hair sullenly, Shadow knows that he has come to a modern world, which can even be said to be more advanced, but he is not a human, but a sound spirit, a sound spirit created by music.
Every Yinling has his own innate sense of music, and he also knows who created him. He can tell at a glance that the person in front of him is not the person who created him, because this person does not understand music at all.
Huo Tiancheng never thought that it has been ten years, ten years, he has devoted his heart and soul to this Yinling, wishing to satisfy all the other's demands, but the other party always makes faces to him, not only that, but also like this As for him, even though the concert was coming soon, but the other party looked so depressed, and even said swear words, Huo Tiancheng couldn't accept it.
Although the former Yinling said that he was arrogant and didn't like to pay attention to people, he never said such things to him, but now, he treats himself like this. Don't you know that he is his master? Thinking of this, Huo Tiancheng became even more furious, but thinking of the power of this Yinling, he tried his best to restrain his violent temper.
"Okay, I don't bother you, I just care about you, the concert will start in two days, you are so unhappy, I am very worried about you."
He tried his best to soften his voice, but the shadow sitting on the swing looked up at Huo Tiancheng in surprise.
"A concert?" After speaking, he laughed, but the smile was full of irony.
"I don't want to hold a concert, you can cancel it."
He capriciously made this request, which stunned Huo Tiancheng, and then looked at the voice spirit who suddenly started to resist him in disbelief. It was obvious that the voice spirit was quite obedient before, why did it suddenly become like this
"This concert has been decided half a month ago, and it must not be changed. If you are unhappy, you can say it, and I will help you solve it, but the concert must be held."
His attitude gradually hardened. Huo Tiancheng's patience for so many years was to let this Yinling stay by his side obediently and obediently, but now that the other party is disobedient, Huo Tiancheng's attitude will certainly not be so good. In time, Huo Tiancheng was no longer the trembling child at the beginning. After being touted to the sky, he really thought that he was the Uranus superstar who was popular in the whole nebula.
Shadow, to put it bluntly, is a typical person who prefers softness to toughness. If you go along with him, it’s okay to say that everything can be resolved, but if you insist on going against him, of course he won’t compromise. .
Raising his eyebrows, Shadow's pretty face looked at the man in front of him, and then with a big wave of his hand, a water dragon appeared from his fingertips and flew towards Huo Tiancheng, hitting Huo Tiancheng directly in the face, making Huo Tiancheng confused. look embarrassed.
When the level of a sound spirit reaches a certain level, the things it transforms will become real things. At this time, the cold water stains on Huo Tiancheng's face have proved the power of the shadow. He is a well-deserved ninth-level Yinling is very powerful.
"Did you hold up the concert? Obviously I was helping. I don't want to sing now, and I'm not in the mood to listen to you singing those mindless songs. If you insist on holding this concert, you can sing it yourself. "
Looking at the person in front of him with complete reluctance, the shadow knew that the other party had nothing to do with him, he had already obtained all his inherited memories, although he was a Yinling, but he was not Huo Tiancheng's Yinling, but belonged to another person Huo Tiancheng used the Huo family's secret technique to snatch him over and tie him by his side.
Huo Tiancheng was already embarrassed after being splashed with water, but at this time he heard the shadow's ironic voice, almost instantly, the provocative self-esteem instantly exploded on the spot, and his eyes looked at the shadow in front of him like fire. , rushed towards the opponent directly...
It's a pity that he forgot that the person who attacked him was not an ordinary human being, but a sound spirit born from the transformation of music, so after rushing over, he passed through the existence of the shadow and threw himself on the wall beside him.
The swing of the shadow swung around, then looked at the embarrassed Huo Tiancheng, and snorted coldly.
"You really should let your fans see what kind of face they like. Can you sing? You have nothing but me, the voice."
After finishing speaking, the figure of the shadow gradually turned into a feather and disappeared in front of Huo Tiancheng. The sound spirit is like this, complementing the master. Although they are by the master's side, they are not always there. Many times, they will Hiding and resting beside the master, when the master sang, he began to substitute more people into the song.
With the disappearance of the shadow, Huo Tiancheng can't do anything, as long as the shadow does not agree to hold a concert, he doesn't dare to hold a concert casually, especially now that the people who buy his concerts are not ordinary audiences, they are all supernatural beings. They all want to upgrade their powers. In a fantasy world without shadows, any promotion of powers is just an unreasonable idea.
Thinking of this, Huo Tiancheng's hand hung down on the wall fiercely, and for the first time he became resentful of this so-called Yinling. Why can't Yinling be like a pet, coming and going as soon as he is called, and people need to be so careful to please? Is he not his master
Speaking of which, the relationship between the Yinling and the master is actually very magical, it is not a master-servant relationship, because everyone creates different music, and the Yinling born in their music is of course also of different types.
Chu Yunyi was only seventeen years old at the time, and he was full of the best yearning for this world, so the music he wrote was light and soft, with infinite expectations and yearning for the future. His music spirit was born in this kind of music, Dressed in white, the feathers fluttering in the air are all expectations for a bright future.
Of course, other people also have their own abilities. Some people's music spirits are children, some are old people, and some are the illusions of their relatives. Of course, these music spirits can be upgraded and lead musicians to a higher journey, but But it is also mortal.
When its owner loses his love for music and starts to give up music, the sound spirit will gradually decline until it dies out completely.
In the past ten years, Chu Yunyi's Yin Ling has been by Huo Tiancheng's side. The most important reason why he has become stronger and stronger is that Chu Yunyi has never given up his love for music. A song full of resentment is also full of passion and love for music, which is completely different from Huo Tiancheng.
Xiao Qingrong didn't know that he would meet an old friend who was following Chu Yunyi at this time. Since Chu Yunyi re-decided to embark on the road of music, he spent almost all his time on music. on creation.
The handsome man disappeared, and what was left was a man who had become a bit decadent because of staying up late, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest, his clothes were in a mess, and the written songs were thrown everywhere on the ground. Yun Yi didn't want to, and even felt that it would hurt his eyes to even look at it.
The man sitting there was holding a guitar. After adjusting a few scales, he began to play the song he wrote. It was just a cheerful song, but after playing it, it sounded very awkward and cheerful. Dry and soulless.
"No, that's not how it feels, it's not..."
Chu Yunyi put the guitar aside, picked up the pen hanging on his ear, and began to compose again, while Xiao Qingrong flew to the side, picked up the pieces he had thrown on the ground and began to read, wanting to know , What kind of work did Chu Yunyi write that made him so dissatisfied.
His eyes fell on this song, Xiao Qingrong hummed in his heart, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, because this song was so happy and happy, it made people feel false, without any sense of reality. It also looks very strange.
Change another song and continue watching. Although Xiao Qingrong is incomplete in singing, he still has the ability to read songs. After watching one song, his brows were frowned, and when he watched another song, his brows were still frowned. It was only then that Xiao Qingrong discovered that what Chu Yunyi did were songs full of joy and warmth, but now he is not suitable for this kind of music at all, including his musical spirit, and he is not suitable for this kind of music at all.
"No... that's not how it feels..."
Putting the guitar aside again, Chu Yunyi scratched his head vigorously, and was about to bald the hair on his head. At this time, his face was already full of indescribable irritability, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was no longer the same as before. That innocent boy is gone, now he is just a man full of resentment and pain after being oppressed by life and the world.
Just like the lost youth, I am afraid that the feeling in music has changed drastically.
"Why are you writing these things? I don't like it."
In a word, Chu Yunyi, who was working hard to create, was taken aback for a moment, stopped, turned his head to look at Yinling who was standing there holding his manuscript, he said his name was Xiao Qingrong.
"You, don't you like it?"
If you are not liked by Yinling, no matter how many works you accept, what's the point
In an instant, Chu Yunyi seemed to be hit, and suddenly became slumped. His anxious and irritable eyes were full of disappointment. Looking at his manuscripts on the table, he wanted to admit his failure for the first time...
Had he already gotten to this point? Doesn't even Yinling like his works