At the same time, the martial arts spirit of Feng Shen Le surged, and the breeze hit the world, so gentle that it seemed to stick to people.

"The wind is sticking here, sticking to the thoughts of passers-by."

The weather was beautiful, and it finally started to rain, and Wang Zheng smiled gracefully and continued to sing:

"The rain has been here and wrapped in a thread, tangling us in love with the world."

Listening to Wang Zheng's singing, almost everyone suddenly realized that the wind and rain in Xinghang City could be so beautiful? At this time, Wang Zheng's singing continued, and his eyes gently swept across the crowd:

"I look at your face every day every day. The angry gentleness, the complaining gentleness, the face."

With a song, I don’t know how many girls are in love at this moment.

In Xinghang City, perhaps because Changchun Valley is under the rule of the land, each of the girls here is born with gentleness. As Wang Zheng sang, being angry is gentleness, and complaining is gentleness.

At this moment, many women suddenly felt that there was a person in this world who understood them for the first time they saw him. And this person was Wang Zheng.

Of course, Wang Zheng is a soulmate and an idol, but not the person beside him who is treated gently by them. Thinking of that person, many women showed gentle smiles on their faces.

Not only women, but most men also showed a gentle look in the singing full of Jiangnan charm.

For married women, their wife may not be very beautiful, but her inadvertent tenderness has accompanied her for countless days and nights.

For a moment, countless eyes collided with each other here, and countless long-lost hands were held again.

There are only each other in their eyes at this moment, and they hold a world in their hands.

For those unmarried young people, the desires and darkness in their hearts seemed to be overwhelmed by this tenderness. Think about it carefully, if you are looking for pleasure, you really don’t have the angry tenderness and the complaining tenderness that makes you feel warm.

Humph! A typical lewd like a demon before masturbation, and a saint like a Buddha after masturbation!

Wang Zheng waved the jade flute sword technique in his hand and stepped on the Xiaoyao walking technique. He was like a flying fairy who was not touching the world. Looking at the people below who were immersed in the gentleness, his eyes were filled with smiles.

"Use a love song to exchange for long-lost tenderness. Maybe this is the power of music. It can always cleanse people's hearts when you are unintentionally, and make the audience suddenly think of someone or something..."

Wang Zheng seemed to understand the meaning of a star's existence at this moment. It was nothing about power or the right way. At this moment, he was simply enjoying the touch of listening to his singing from the crowd.

The singing continued, and before I knew it, Wang Zheng's singing rang out throughout Xinghang City. Countless people stopped and immersed in the song that seemed to have the bloodline of Xinghang City.

"We who don't know how to show gentleness all think that love is like the change of the wind and clouds. We believe that love will last forever, and in this moment, it freezes time."

"Those who do not understand the torment of love, hate, and love, think that dying for love is just an ancient rumor. How painful can the sorrow of parting be and how strong the pain is. When the dream is broken in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, only then will they understand."
Chapter completed!