This is a fierce-looking cat boss.

On its right eye, you can see a very obvious scar, which looks like the elf "Merkat Slash". However, the cat's boss's right eye was turbid.

The cat boss, who was extremely sensitive to the dangerous aura, stopped dancing on the stage immediately. The hair that was not soft on his body stood up instantly. This confrontational posture and the pair of scar eyes revealed the ferocity of having tasted blood.

If it were Yang Yu, who was not very experienced in the world before, might be frightened by such a scene. However, Yang Yu, who had experienced the ultimate darkness in the deep sea, and with the company of elves around him, Yang Yu did not feel a trace of fear at this moment.

These wanderers on the stage gradually turned their vigilant eyes, and the air became a little solemn and solemn...

"Fat Ding."

Yang Yu knew that the best way to eliminate the hostility of this now is music and rock!

Yang Yu is a "stranger" here. Yang Yu broke into the lives of these wanderers. In addition, there are many wandering elves here, and friendly people are the best weapon.

"Boli~Boli!"

In front of everyone, seeing Fat Ding's appearance, the faces of these wanderers changed suddenly. They subconsciously thought...

Fat Ding wants to sing!

In an instant, everyone covered their ears together and took a step back towards the stage, preparing to let the elves around them make noises to fight Fat Ding's singing.

"Bobo, Boluo, Boluobo, Boluobobo!"

Although Fat Ding was afraid of the cat boss on the stage with a fierce look on the stage, Fat Ding couldn't grasp the musical rhythm performance on the stage, because in terms of Cat Boss' stage expression, there is a kind of reckless and resolute freedom in this free neighborhood!

It wants to learn.

When Yang Yu comes here to look for music from the neighborhood, he is destined to meet some neighborhood singers. Whether the singer is a human trainer or an elf, it is worth learning from Fat Ding!

Then now...

Fat Ding used his rock equipment in his hands!

This is a circle of things similar to a belt, which can just get stuck on Fat Ding's round body, making Fat Ding's belly full of tight "angry", just like wearing a hat straightened. When Fat Ding took out his microphone from his belt...

It's going to be serious!

Although Pang Ding's singing does not have much power yet, Yang Yu was always saying the same sentence when he taught it, a sentence that could make Pang Ding firmly believe in holding the microphone and singing out loud.

In my bgm, no one, no elves can defeat me!

Dada dada dada...

A trace of disbelief appeared in the extremely vigilant eyes of these wanderers. Even the fragrant sentence pattern starting with f in their mouths was about to spit out and stopped at their mouths.

Fat Ding's round and ball-like body was shaking and swaying, and this beat seemed to be able to see the trembling and trembling pattern of the ice cream-shaped hair above Fat Ding's head, and along with her body, it looked so coordinating!

What, this fat guy...

The pupils of these wanderers shrank, because they could only hear a little sound in their ears. Such a sound was not the gentle voice of singing and hypnosis, but...

Hoarse, powerful!

"What?"

"This is... rock?!"

"I'm Mai Ga, when will Fat Ding start entering the rock music scene?!"

What did these wanderers hear?

Their eyes subconsciously followed the beat movements that Fat Ding stepped on, and their heads nodded slightly. As they lit up, they felt something was wrong...

Is this a fat man?

Is this the singer Fat Ding who is placed in advertisements in major shopping malls and attracts guests with soft and gentle singing?

"Meow"

The hair on the cat's body was now gradually calmed down in the beat and hoarse voice of Fat Ding, and even a trace of extreme tenderness appeared in the only visible left eye.

"Let's go!"

Next to the cat boss, a slightly deep-haired elf Lada turned his puzzled eyes to the cat boss in the center of the simple stage. It was somewhat similar to Lada. A two-tailed monster hand scratched the left and right sides of his head with his two tails, and then he put on a hint of excitement...

Is this, are there any elves coming to challenge them?

The neighborhood of Boston is not only a gathering place for wanderers and wandering elves. There are many places like this in this capital elves world, but they are all in the least eye-catching places in the neighborhood.

In other words, it is a corner where the sun cannot shine.

The music in the back street neighborhood is something that wanderers and wandering elves use to relieve their hearts' depression when there is no one. However, there are some unwritten wandering regulations between wanderers because of the "territory" factor.

If it appears in the neighborhood at this night, the visitors are guests and music are the best way to communicate, and the visitors are enemies, then a fierce battle is inevitable.

Pang Ding's musical expression is still very immature, but it still tries hard to impress these "strangers" with its hoarse singing.

If Fat Ding wants to make progress, musical communication is definitely indispensable.

These wanderers covered their ears at the first time. Although this scene made Fat Ding a little sad, it was already used to it.

because……

There are too many such scenes.

In the Chinese Fairy Gym, Fat Ding's singing voice made many friends feel a little scared. They all covered their ears. Even if they were not intentional but subconscious, they would still bring some loss to Fat Ding's heart.

The accumulation of loss has caused another trauma to Fat Ding in his heart, but there is no way, because of its natural defects, Fat Ding has to accept such reality, but reality is so cruel.

until……

The appearance of that person.

The man said, he wanted to take it to learn singing together.

The man said that he would bring it to North America to listen to the concert, and even work hard to perform together.

That person said...

Sing, Fat Ding!

Every elf has his own song, whether it is the low or high tune, the song score, beat, music, rhythm, and the instruments played, etc.

The final singer is not someone else, but himself!

Not singing well?

It doesn't matter, no one is born to know it!

Hoarse voice?

It doesn't matter, the power of singing comes from the heart, from the passion deep in the heart.

This is……

【Fat Ding Song】

...

Gradually, these wanderers who covered their ears put down their hands covering their ears...

Even, he began to clap his hands according to the rhythm of Fat Ding.

Da da da da da da da da da.

Pa, pa, pa, pa...

All communication is in this music.

"Meow!"

The cat boss's left eye emits a light of appreciation.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

The two-tailed monster hand picked up a beat drum made of waste plastic, and the tail behind it began to sway and beat!

"Lalala,lala!"

Fat Lada hit his belly with his hands, at this moment...

Music, no boundaries!
Chapter completed!