
I Am Reborn as a Singer
About This Novel
This is a world full of songs. Entering the Tao through singing can control the power of heaven and earth! Three hundred and sixty lines, the singer is king! In this world, only tone-deaf people can play with swords and sticks! Street singer Zhongli was reborn here unexpectedly. He found that the singing level in this world was still at the stage of folk songs. So, he started from a classic folk song, step by step, towards the altar of singer. PS: Book club group 621129299, welcome to Shuiquan.
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Official(71)Scraped 24d ago
This is the permanent reminder building
The Pagoda of Books is a permanent reminder building. Every time the cumulative number of replies reaches 1,000, Pineapple will add another chapter. If the book is not finished, this page will never end. Whether to add more or less is up to you! [Emot=default,01/]
Thanks dad!
Dad still remembers that the spicy liquor made me spicy. I still remember my dad pricking my beard. Dad still remembers lifting my hands. Dad still remembers his thumbs up for me. I still remember my father's tears, punishing me. I still remember my dad's sweat, shed for me. I still remember my dad's windbreaker, which kept me warm. I still remember my dad's hair, flowers for me. Ah... Thank you dad, thank you dad. I grew up under your care. Ah... Thank you dad, thank you dad!
Novel subject matter
Respecting songs, singers, singers, singers, singers, I don't know what else follows. The subject matter is very novel. Singing can help you become an immortal and immortal. Haha, it's a pity that I am tone-deaf------+++.
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I've seen the latest place. I think it's quite interesting and innovative. It's the first time I've seen someone who started singing. I've seen a lot of fighting and killing. It's a bit of a change. I'm looking forward to the following plots.
Send it here?
Brother, are you doing it here?
Hey! Burned in blood, resurrected with full blood...!
Sixty-six, singing can make you stronger, and singing can make you the strongest. Author, you are amazing. I prefer singing to those who compose poems to arouse the power of heaven and earth. Because I can't write poetry, but I can sing... Who can remember a few poems? I can basically hum songs! Ha ha!
Bang the street, bang the street, bang the street, bang the street, bang the street!
Hit the streets! Hit the streets! Fall! Fall! Fall! Fall!
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Official(71)Scraped 24d ago
This is the permanent reminder building
The Pagoda of Books is a permanent reminder building. Every time the cumulative number of replies reaches 1,000, Pineapple will add another chapter. If the book is not finished, this page will never end. Whether to add more or less is up to you! [Emot=default,01/]
Thanks dad!
Dad still remembers that the spicy liquor made me spicy. I still remember my dad pricking my beard. Dad still remembers lifting my hands. Dad still remembers his thumbs up for me. I still remember my father's tears, punishing me. I still remember my dad's sweat, shed for me. I still remember my dad's windbreaker, which kept me warm. I still remember my dad's hair, flowers for me. Ah... Thank you dad, thank you dad. I grew up under your care. Ah... Thank you dad, thank you dad!
Novel subject matter
Respecting songs, singers, singers, singers, singers, I don't know what else follows. The subject matter is very novel. Singing can help you become an immortal and immortal. Haha, it's a pity that I am tone-deaf------+++.
Support this book!
I've seen the latest place. I think it's quite interesting and innovative. It's the first time I've seen someone who started singing. I've seen a lot of fighting and killing. It's a bit of a change. I'm looking forward to the following plots.
Send it here?
Brother, are you doing it here?
Hey! Burned in blood, resurrected with full blood...!
Sixty-six, singing can make you stronger, and singing can make you the strongest. Author, you are amazing. I prefer singing to those who compose poems to arouse the power of heaven and earth. Because I can't write poetry, but I can sing... Who can remember a few poems? I can basically hum songs! Ha ha!
Bang the street, bang the street, bang the street, bang the street, bang the street!
Hit the streets! Hit the streets! Fall! Fall! Fall! Fall!












