Who is Super Invincible?

This question stunned the audience. Just now, I was immersed in the singing and had no time to think about who the super invincible fly was. Now when Wang Zheng reminded him, all the audience became curious in an instant.

The audience was filled with noisy whispers, and everyone was discussing who was the super invincible flying!

Even the four powerful people in the jury were communicating with each other curiously.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zheng smiled slightly: "Today, we will have six singers fighting the final battle on this stage. The one who won the final victory is tonight's King of Singers. If you become King of Singers, you will have the opportunity to choose whether to reveal the story.

If you want to know who Super Invincible Fei is, then let him become the King of Singers!”

"By the way, the candidate for the King of Singers is not me, but you and the jury teacher decide everything! The way to decide is very simple, it is to vote!"

Wang Zheng cleverly explained the rules to the audience in a suitable reality. After giving the audience some time to digest, Wang Zheng smiled:

"However, if you want to become the king of singers, you have to ask if the next contestant is willing. Please invite us..."

The second contestant came on stage, and this time, with the previous Super Invincible Flying as the prelude, everyone became curious about the identity of the second.

The second masked contestant appeared. Her mask was quite unique. It was a colorful mask that was both red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. There was a net on her head, and her entire head was wrapped underneath, so she couldn't even see her neck! She walked a few steps and was already standing in the center.

The beautiful woman from Zhaixing Pavilion said speechlessly: "How can I guess this! Her hands are not exposed!"

The Great Sage of Swallowing Heaven shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you can't use your spiritual sense to detect it, otherwise I will definitely guess it."

A smile appeared on the mute servant's face: "It doesn't mean to use spiritual consciousness? Not only can we not use spiritual consciousness, but we also have to beware of others using spiritual consciousness."

Monk Jingxin always had a smile on his face: "I feel a little familiar, but I still don't know."

The jury was like this, and the audience was so curious that they couldn't hold it in.

There were even many powerful and obscure spiritual senses, but not to mention the ubiquitous formation barriers in the entire entertainment city, the spiritual senses could not be effective if the four jury members were there.

"Who is it?"

"Codenamed Gentle Mom?"

"It seems like a senior, but who is it?"

The atmosphere in the venue was hot.

Off the stage, Wang Zheng took into account multiple aspects.

Wang Zheng: "Light?"

Lighter: "No problem"

Wang Zheng: "Call?"

“No problem with No. 1”

“No. 2 is ready!”

“Everything is ready.”

Everything is ready.

Wang Zheng nodded, "It's OK, all departments should pay attention and wait for the contestants' signals!"

On the stage, Wenrou's mother was finally ready and made a gesture.

So, the lights were cast and the music started.

The music is playing, and the melody is very playful!

Wenrou's mother closed her eyes and her head shaking, obviously immersed in a cheerful rhythm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the singing was delivered!

"Kid, do you have a lot of question marks?"

"Why, others are watching the sunset?"

"But I am learning to read and talking to the martial arts?"

"Others are playing games, but I leaned against the wall and carried my broken technique."

"I said I want a big spacecraft."

"But I got an old armor."

In an extremely light and almost narrative style, a naughty child's melancholy was sung by a gentle mother, and everyone unconsciously swayed to the rhythm.

The story narrated by the singing also made many people think of their childhood in an instant.

I also have many questions. Why do others have to practice hard when they can play? Why do others have so many good things but I don’t have them?

Thinking of such a scene, the childlike fun that has disappeared for many years, many people unconsciously smiled.

The name of the song is also displayed on the big screen.

Listen to your mother

Lyrics/Composition: Wang Zheng

Singing: Gentle Mom

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On the audience stage, everyone patted their hands gently with a simple and brisk beat. At the same time, many people were whispering to discuss the identity of gentle mother.

The middle-aged beauty in Zhaixing Pavilion was full of resonance and appreciation: "The child should not be too young."

Monk Jingxin smiled and said, "Yes, it should be the time to be naughty! So the song is currently all about what the mother said to the child."

"But who is it?"

"There are too many celebrities with offspring and can't guess it."

Off the audience, Yan Ruyu looked disdainful, but listening to the discussion around him, he really wanted to tell everyone loudly: "That's my mother!"

But he couldn't say it, so Yan Ruyu's expression was so entangled.

But then, Yan Ruyu's expression changed, and he suddenly became deeper in the dark.

Because the next song was sung into his heart.

"You will start to understand this when you grow up, hum"

The style of the gentle mother's song remains unchanged, but the theme of the lyrics is suddenly changed, and from the mother's perspective, it suddenly becomes the child's perspective.

"When I grew up, I began to understand why I ran faster than others and flew higher than others. In the future, everyone would read comics I drew and sang songs I wrote."

Then the lyrics change again, and the perspective of the bystander is switched to the bystander without any pause.

"You won't see your hard work. The warm recipes are in her heart. If you have time, you can shake her hands and sleepwalking together."

It is obviously of the same tune and style, but it shows the inner drama of three people. This inner drama undoubtedly resonates with many people.

"I...I miss my mom."

"Yes, now when I think about it, my mother has really given me the best back then."

"What should I do? I want to cry."

Yan Ruyu pursed her lips and no longer disdained her.

In the judges' seat, Monk Jingxin clasped his hands together: "I am merciful."

The Great Sage of Swallowing Heaven sighed, not knowing what he thought of.

The song continues, allowing the audience to continue to move in the story brought by the lyrics. It is obviously a brisk song, but it is just that touching.

"Listen to my mother, don't let her get hurt."

"I want to grow up quickly to protect her."

"Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness."

"The magic of the angels is kind and kind in warmth."

The touch brought by the singing was absolutely extraordinary. A man who was obviously dressed as a magic monk suddenly burst into tears: "If I could start over, I would definitely not choose to practice this body, and I will definitely accompany you."

However, the Demonic Cultivator can be said to be here, and everyone has a tough heart. He wiped his tears and his eyes firmly: "I will definitely not let you down. Waiting for me to return to my hometown, I will let everyone know that your son is amazing and a powerful person!"

Basically, everyone present has a mother. This song of listening to her mother has moved so many people.

Especially those who left their hometown and whom my mother hadn't seen each other again for a long time, each of them felt extremely sad and complicated.

Under the touch of this song, they thought of their childhood.

Even if the family is poor, the best she can give to herself is always what she can give to herself, but she doesn't understand and is not satisfied.

Even if my mother doesn’t know how to practice, she must insist on practicing, because she is everything and hope for her.

Too many touches and memories emerged at this moment, but many people were helpless to find that they had missed it and could no longer go back.

Such sorrow makes them feel even more sad.

In the background, there were also contestants who were crying in their faces. The way they were in memory and the way they grew old without realizing it was so heartbreaking at this moment.

On the judging table, the Great Sage of Swallowing Heaven suddenly closed his eyes:

"When I was a kid, I was also a picky and naughty child. At that time, my mother always taught me not to waste food.
To be continued...