My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

That's right, it's really roaring, and there is no technical content in singing at all!

"Hey, disciple daughter-in-law, you're back, come and come, come and sing with the teacher, let's celebrate in advance."

Taoist Mu Qing seemed to be in a particularly good mood. He picked up the other microphone on the coffee table and enthusiastically put it into Lu Zijia's hand.

"Celebrate what?" Lu Zijia asked loudly with a bewildered face while holding the microphone.

No way, the music playing in the living room is really too loud, it's no wonder she can hear it if she doesn't make it louder!

"Of course, it is to celebrate that the teacher has helped you and solved the problem of selling medicine pills.

Also, those old guys have already said that they will express the stones you want as soon as possible, so that you remember to leave them a few pills. "

Speaking of this, Daoist Mu Qing's old face was full of smugness, "Hmph, those old guys used to say that the old man was bragging, but now he is begging the old man, and the old man will not give that group of blind old guys.

But if those old guys can calm the old man down, the old man can still buy them the medicine pill. "

"Come on, let's not talk about this for now, my daughter-in-law, hurry up, come and sing happily with my teacher."

Just then, another song begins.

Listening to the cheerful music, Daoist Mu Qing swayed along with him. He didn't look like a master at all, but instead looked like an old child.

The dark guards who have been poisoned for half an hour: ! ! ! again? ! They are going crazy! !

When they were at Mu's home, at this time, they could still find an excuse to run out and escape.

But here, they had to stick to their posts, so they could only be brutally mutilated by Daoist Mu Qing's demonic singing for half an hour.

In the past, Daoist Mu Qing would stop at most for half an hour, but now... ah ah ah! ! ! Why did the second young lady come back at this time!

If they had known that this would be the case, they should have persuaded the second young lady to go home later!

Lu Zijia, who did not know that the dark guards were madly complaining, was warmly invited by Daoist Muqing, and then agreed "reluctantly".

However, before opening her mouth to sing, she took the lead in shielding her hearing. After all, the roaring voice of Master and his old man was really hurting his ears.

Of course, even though the music is blocked, it doesn't matter, she has heard this song and can sing it! So it doesn't matter if you can hear the music or not!

"The sun shines

flowers smile at me

little bird say early

why are you carrying a dynamite bag

I'm going to bomb the school, the teacher doesn't know

Pull the line and I'll run

With a bang, the school is gone..."

When Lu Zijia sang the first sentence, Daoist Mu Qing, who was still singing happily, was so frightened that the microphone in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The dark guard hiding in the dark looked terrified.

When Lu Zijia sang the second sentence, Daoist Mu Qing's hand finally couldn't bear the weight of the microphone, so the microphone fell straight to the ground.

When the third sentence was over, Daoist Mu Qing covered his heart, feeling that his heart was a little overwhelmed.

At the fourth sentence, Daoist Mu Qing felt that the lifespan of his ears was about to end!

I didn't expect that, the disciple's daughter-in-law looks so good-looking, her voice is so good, and she sings, she is an invisible killer!

If you fight with people in the future, the disciple-in-law will be able to use her singing to win without a fight!

The skill of the disciple-in-law, he admired it to the ground!

And the most important thing is, what the hell is my daughter-in-law singing? Except for the first few sentences, the lyrics don't match up with the song playing now, right?

"Stop, stop, daughter-in-law, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to tell you, this matter is very important, to celebrate or something, let's press it later!"

Daoist Muqing, who used to destroy others by himself, finally felt the feeling of being destroyed by that demonic singing. It was so inhuman!

Ahhhh, what a feng shui turn! He actually met a person who sang worse than him, and he was simply the best pig-killing king among pigs!

ps: The lyrics are an adaptation of the song "Going to School".