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Chapter 1088 They will be conquered by my singing

Wu finally got what he wanted and took a small fruit and added it to Xiaoyuyu's big meal. But what made Wu collapsed was that the carefully cooked Xiaoyuyuyu was more delicious than the taste he had eaten before.

He was lost after a very pleasant meal.

He found that he wasted countless small fish. How great would it be if the ones he had caught before were so delicious?

One of the most favorite things to eat, Xiaoyu, fish, was like a new life under the cooking skills and various ingredients combinations, and became a favorite thing that no one else likes.

After eating, he stuck with Liu Yueguang and kept urging him to make a batch. As long as he wanted, he could catch small fish immediately.

In addition, Wu felt endless envy and jealousy towards Liu Yueguang and his party. These little guys are not strong and have very small bodies, but their small bodies make Wu Xiang jealousy crazy.

A small fish that is more than one meter long has no body shape, and it can be filled with teeth when swallowed in one bite, but for Liu Yueguang and others, it can be filled with food and drink. Don’t forget that this is a level seven monster, and the flesh and blood contained in it is not ordinary food, and it is very nourishing.

On Earth, Liu Yueguang and others can eat several of them but are not full. Half of the fish and fish are full, and they are still a little overwhelmed.

Liu Yueguang and others ate more than a dozen small fish and fish together and they were over.

The rest is just like having to plug the teeth a few more times.

Seeing those guys being able to eat so much, he looked at his huge body and wanted to cry.

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When Liu Yueguang and his party were having fun with each other, a giant was sitting on the iceberg and singing loudly. Hundreds of miles near the iceberg, countless groups that were somewhat similar to the giants were all intoxicated in this song and floating in the air.

At the end of the song, the behemoth still looked disappointed.

This is Bai, who dreams of holding a 100-person concert in the mouth of the King of Ventilation.

Bai is born in the White Clothing Clan, which is named by Bai himself. The White Clothing Clan is born in the Ice Field, with a body size ranging from three to four meters to more than ten meters. It looks like a spider, but has a group of lions and tigers-like heads.

All the white-clothed tribes have snow-white body surfaces.

There are at least tens of thousands of white-clothed tribes around the Ice Peak.

But in the mind of the demon king Bai, this tens of thousands of ethnic groups is not considered an audience. They are all low-level beings that are brainless and only dominated by instinct.

Just like on earth, people play against a herd of cattle and sheep? How many cattle and sheep can be considered real listeners?

Bai's biggest wish is a hundred people. He doesn't know the concept of human beings, but the meaning is similar. It refers to a higher life body with complete wisdom and intelligence. One of Bai's innate abilities is sound. With the blessing of sound effects, it almost has the effect of brainwashing and hypnosis. Any demon king who faces his abilities will be intoxicated and obsessed.

But the demon king...

Facing the demon king of the same level, Bai's voice is not strong anymore, but one of his talents is not the strongest, so of course he can't confuse and hypnosis the demon kings.

Losing his talent and his own music is a bit embarrassing. He thinks he is a great artist. His works should be sought after by countless people, but why can't they be recognized by those guys?

Some even wanted to hit him when he was playing.

Bai couldn't figure it out. How could his wonderful singing voice be so bad with carefully created music? This is what he combined with his slow research on the sounds of heaven and earth, and it is also the crystallization of his wisdom.

"My concert, hey... will come true one day, right?"

With a heavy sigh, Bai suddenly became shocked and stood up in shock. At this moment, he could see Bai, who was originally melting with the white iceberg, was very terrifying, more than 300 meters long, and his big head was like a tall building. Its appearance was roughly similar to the white-clothed tribe, but he only had bone frames throughout his body, no flesh and blood on his body, and even a bone shell on his head.

Never underestimate the power of the demon king Bai. After his mutant and promotion, his skeleton is much thicker than that of the normal demon king. It is strong enough to make enemies stronger than him even more desperate. The natural ice power can form a terrifying icy area around it.

He is currently only in the middle stage of the Demon King. If he is not controlled, a group of other middle stage strong men in the Demon King will be injured if they stay by his side for a long time. The voice talent is his weak talent, and the strongest is still Han Ice.

Because of this, Bai is even more desperate about whether he can have offspring. He can only make a furious descendant. Even if he endures disgust and wants to find a similar person in his mother's family, he can't do it.

For the same reason, the white singing often controls the fluctuations of the soul to form a roar, and then uses the soundtrack to shake the soundtracks. He loves to listen to it. He is not a real music master, and he observes the sound of heaven and earth from scratch and creates...

The six fish, dragon and dragon, the demon king Wu often can't stand the soundtrack that hits the bones.

Bai's shock was that he suddenly felt a group of strange little guys entering his territory.

There were ten little guys, and they were weak in strength. They communicated while walking, and used tools, real tools.

No matter how you look at your words, deeds, behaviors, you are all full of wisdom.

"This is impossible. Isn't it possible for only spiritual beings to give birth to complete spiritual intelligence and complete the transformation of life? These groups of people are so weak..."

The demon king and demon god are the name of Tang Zhun. Of course, the natural demon kings such as Bai will not call themselves monsters. They are divided into spiritual wisdom and are collectively called the First Clan. It is Yuanshi and the meaning of starting. All demon kings and demon gods transformed from the First Clan.

The demon king who was promoted to obtain spiritual wisdom, called himself a spiritist, and with complete spiritual wisdom, his life form became more advanced.

The group of ten people were also very weak in the first tribe. They should have no wisdom and were only controlled by instinct, but the group was really controlling strange objects and flew all the way.

Bai's mood was as if the earthlings saw chickens, ducks, geese driving. Shocked, puzzled, and surprised.

But after a few dozen seconds, the demon king Bai became ecstatic, "Although he doesn't understand how they did it, having intelligence means a higher level of life, and having a lower strength is nothing. They have wisdom and can communicate."

"It's not the countless idiots from the First Clan who can't communicate even if they want to communicate. They only know how to fight, kill, kill, mating and eating."

"I have ten more listeners. For real listeners, they will definitely be conquered by my singing."

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In the surprise, no matter where those guys went, Bai flew up directly. There was no singing while dancing, only a soundtrack with a jingle and jingle soundtrack, which gradually became rhythmic and beautiful.

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Hundreds of miles away, a group led by Captain Jing Weijian was flying around the world in a new generation of fighter jets, and suddenly a red dot that was approaching quickly was discovered from the thermal sensing.

Before the other party arrived, a sound of gold iron shaking came over. In a short time, a small team of members changed their brilliance.

Without the blessing of talented magical powers, those sounds also have rhythms, not randomly typing, but for those elites who are used to listening to good songs made by countless instruments, it is just a bad song or a pure soundtrack...

"Here you come directly? The show started before you arrive? This demon king who dreams of pursuing a hundred-person concert, if he knew that there were billions of audiences on earth, he would be crazy."
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