The engineer shovel said seriously, "I actually have artistic talent, but I just didn't tell you."
Han Feng was in a trance for a moment, then turned to face the treasure chest. "Is it okay if I let the little shovel sing for me?"
Treasure Chest: "Anyone can sing."
"Little Shovel, start your show!"
Han Feng looked expectant.
I never expected that the engineer shovel had this ability.
In the future, when I have nothing to do, listening to it sing can help me relieve my loneliness.
The engineer shovel cleared his throat and began to sing, "Use my little fist to hit your chest, you bad guy, I'll beat you to death..."
“....”
Han Feng was paralyzed on the spot.
Is this also called a song?
Others sing for money, but the engineer shovel sings for lives!
It's just too disgusting.
"vomit!"
Thatched House retched and said urgently, "Han Feng, quickly silence Little Shovel!"
The treasure chest then said, "Kill it quickly! Don't let it speak again!"
The engineer shovel was at a loss.
What happened to Han Feng and the others?
Isn’t it singing beautifully enough?
Han Feng took a deep breath and gestured, "Little Shovel, stop. You can't continue singing. It will kill people."
Engineer shovel: "..."
When the engineer shovel stopped, Han Feng asked the treasure chest, "Little treasure chest, I have met your request. Can you tell me what's inside?"
Baoxiang: "No, it doesn't count. Wait for someone else to sing it!"
Han Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, and a hint of teasing appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You forced me to do this, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The treasure chest said disdainfully: "Come on!"
Han Feng stretched out two fingers and blocked his ears. "Little Shovel, keep singing! Make it sick to death!"
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