It is indeed disgusting that Gu Aotian is so flattering, but what is even more unbearable than this is Lao Goong's singing.

The old man's voice is actually good, with a high-pitched and vicissitudes, and the standard rock and roll old accent, the problem mainly appears in the lyrics.

Lao Gou closed his eyes and sang in his big eyes, "I have a little horse I ride every day~~ One day I changed her to ride it on it~~"

Gu Lingyue nervously grabbed his brother's arm: "The elderly here... are they too energetic..."

Gu Aotian forced a praise: "Actually, the melody is pretty good."

Lao Gun sang a few lines, maybe he was not very satisfied, and his voice stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes and muttered at his big eyes: "This song is indeed not good. I lack inspiration recently, but I'll ask you what you think I'm singing, Tongtong?"

He said as he pinched the stem of the plant with his fingers, and his big eyes immediately began to swell. He stared at his eyes and let out a wail of being trapped in the eighteen layers of hell and begging for death: "Good and nice! It's the best time to sing, please turn me back."

"Stop lying, this song really doesn't work." Lao Geng let go of his hand, his big eyes returned to the plant form. He picked up a small bottle like eye drops and dripped it on it, "You have to be sincere, Tongtong, you have to really fall in love with my singing, and then praise it from the inside out."

Hearing this, my big eyes seemed to cry.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a skeleton sounded slightly trembling from the opposite side.

"Too... so fucking nice..." Gu Aotian clasped his hands together, "The high notes are sweet, the mid notes are accurate, the bass is heavy, the passion is playful, and the absurd is sharp. I was stunned to have seen this wonderful bed scene..."

Lao Gun was blown by Gu Aotian and his face was comfortable. He pointed at his big eyes and said, "Did you hear it? This is a sincere praise from the inside out."

Gu Aotian lowered his head embarrassedly and said, "Actually, I just heard the wonderful singing and couldn't control my feelings."

If Gu Lingyue still had a stomachache, she had vomited three times.

"Actually, this song is almost meaningful, I know." Lao Gun picked up the flower pot and stuffed his big eyes under the table, rubbed his waist to discuss, "My horse girlfriend asked me to write a private, interesting song that describes our ups and downs... I've been worried for two days and I have no inspiration."

"Ma..." Gu Aotian put his chin on his back and pondered for a moment, and suddenly a bold idea came to his heart, "There is a song in our world..."

"Come on, I don't need to listen to mentally retarded music from other worlds." Lao Geng waved his hand subconsciously, but not long after, he gestured a little hesitantly, "Let's try a chorus, maybe mentally retarded music can stimulate my inspiration."

After Gu Aotian brewed for a moment, he tried to sing in a majestic baritone: "The man who sets up horses~~You are mighty~~"

Just this short melody outlines a picture of a vast grassland, with people and horses uniting their souls and blood gushing.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he became excited. The divine song of another world instantly inspired the old god of singing: "What kind of horse man?"

"Horse."

"Fuck horse?" Lao Geng covered his head and let the inspiration explode. "Fuck horse man~ I am majestic and majestic~~... OK! Very OK! Rough and majestic, isn't this me!"

"Just be happy."

"Then what? Sing, no, start over." Lao Geng had already brought paper and pen to record quickly.

Gu Aotian sneered in his heart, the old man in the world is just like that.

Things like this are as much as our world needs.

"I don't mind sharing these music, but before that." Gu Aotian raised his hand gently and took out a piece of paper that recorded a lot of knowledge points from the joints. "I have some questions to ask you."

Lao Geng scratched his head and said angrily: "Strength-type skeleton! Do you have to trade art?"

Gu Aotian turned around and said, "Oh, forget it, I won't trade."

"You can't do this. My mind is full of fucking men." Old Geng scratched his ears and stood up, "I can only answer one question for you, only one."

Gu Aotian immediately raised the question he was most concerned about: "What is the composition form of the undead world, what are their thinking, what are their biological characteristics, why Fen was betrayed, what is the reason why Yue gave up entering the human world? Where are Momo's parents this year? What exactly are you talking about 'the faith I have sought after for the first time' when you met..."

"This is a lot of problems, and there are strange private matters in it."

"These knowledge points are all related, and they must be linked in order to understand and understand clearly."

"Greedy Skeleton."

"There's no more, I'll give you some inspiration." Gu Aotian raised his eyebrows and posed in a seductive position while striking his head. "Give me a look, it's hot and hot~~"

"Ah! These bad lyrics." Lao Geng looked flushed and immediately climbed onto the workbench and lay on it, "talking while massage."

"Thank you for your hard work." Gu Aotian immediately raised his hands, "Ling Yue, hot water and gloves."

...

A few minutes later, Gu Aotian put on his gloves and started his massage. Gu Lingyue sat silently on the side, without the courage to intervene in the two perverted communication.

"Where should we start..." Lao Geng lay on the workbench and looked gradually relieved, "Do you know the social structure of bees?"

"Honey-hive society?" Gu Aotian said in shock, "I made this assumption, but the behavior of skeletons is much more complicated than that of bees, and my logical deduction cannot continue."

The evolution direction of most mammals is "more powerful individuals". These individuals form collectives through acquired communication. Once the collective reaches a certain scale, they form a society. However, such social collectives are usually difficult to break through the scale of 50 individuals. Once they reach this upper limit, countless problems and contradictions will arise, and eventually fall apart. Some individuals leave to form new populations and repeat themselves.

Only humans have broken this shackles with their unique wisdom and social philosophy. Evolving for countless years, people who do not know each other can work hard for the same goal, and have a clear division of labor and order.

But in fact, long before humans achieved this feat, bees and ants did it. They wrote all the things they had to do in their lives into their genes. Every action requires gene instructions and no unnecessary thoughts are needed. They are united by the only "mother" side, some are responsible for labor, some are responsible for combat, and some are responsible for mating.
Chapter completed!