Bengtie: The daily life of a retired star god

"Brother, Pinocchio should not be trapped in the eternal [Order]!"

Sunday parachuted into the battlefield dressed as a robin. Well, it feels quite strange for me to say this here and Sunday to express this feeling.

"Um... Miss Mockingbird, why do I feel like the [Pioneering] aura in you has suddenly disappeared?"

Ji Zi asked in confusion.

“Well… I don’t know what happened. Anyway, when I came to my senses, the power of [Exploration] in my body turned back into the power of [Harmony]…”

What can I say about Sunday?

He said that he is the person who was originally supposed to be controlling the large mecha to fight against you. And the person who is now controlling the large mecha to fight against you is the robin who was originally supposed to come to support you?

Please, how can you say this?

Feeling the skills brought to him by the power of destiny in his body, Sunday felt his eyes go dark.

No, you want me to sing for this auxiliary skill? How can I sing?

I am usually busy dealing with official duties and stuff, and have never practiced my singing skill.

She even tried to sing a song for her sister before, but everyone thought her sister was deeply traumatized at that time...

Anyway, the devil's voice piercing the brain was probably a rough assessment of the song sung by the robin on Sunday at that time.

Well, one of the sisters is good at singing, and the other is tone-deaf, which is quite normal...

After all, when the Creator opens a window, he also closes a door.

The robin has had its singing talent fully opened, but at the same time, it doesn't quite understand the ways of the world, which makes it less vigilant.

If the robin had been more alert, it would not have been shot in the neck.

As for Sunday...

This oak-type patriarch can be said to have all kinds of administrative abilities at their peak, but his singing is just like the bird's original judgment, it is simply tone-deaf...

And now this auxiliary ability actually requires her, who is tone-deaf, to sing a song?

Are you making things difficult for others?

After a period of contemplation, Sunday used the power of destiny to condense a stage, then took out a microphone, and after a simple sound test,

So he prepared to speak.

"Hey? Sister is ready to sing?!"

When the robin, who was operating the mecha and fighting with the unknown guests of the Star Train, noticed that Sunday was holding the microphone and preparing to sing, he quickly closed his ears.

Well, I must never listen to my sister's songs. Listening to them is absolutely a torture to my soul and ears.

The robin will never forget the indelible trauma left in his heart when his sister tried to sing to him like he did.

"Mend your pace sway to the bead~"

Sure enough, Zhou Ri imitated the song that his sister usually sang as her final move, and she hit it as soon as she opened her mouth.

Unlike Robin, Sunday’s voice is pretty good and has a strong royal sister style, but her singing style is very wrong.

Listening to it is not a pleasure for the ears but a torture for the ears...

"Ahhh... ears, my ears! My ears are badly hurt!"

Xing covered his ears and rolled around on the ground in an exaggerated manner. Everyone who saw him fell into deep silence.

No, even though this song sounds terrible, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?

Although the robin has now closed off its feelings, it still feels a little angry when it sees Xing making such exaggerated movements over there.

Well, although my sister’s songs sounded quite unpleasant, they also left me with extremely serious psychological trauma when I was young.

But Sunday is your sister after all. Even if the song she sings is bad, you shouldn't make such exaggerated movements, right?

So, the mecha controlled by Robin began a hand-to-hand combat with Xing.

Well, before, Robin was operating the mecha as a long-range mage. Its main function was long-range attack and long-range consumption. But now that melee has suddenly started, it’s not easy to deal with.

The only thing that might be a little bit bad is...

"Don't chase me! Why do you have to chase me over there? I just exaggerated my movements when your sister was singing, but the song your sister sang was really awful!"

Xing was dodging left and right, while Robin was controlling the mecha's various attacks.

Xing, on his side, was dodging the piercing devilish sound.

Well, after hiding for a while, I can say that I am exhausted both physically and mentally.

Well, not only would he be hit by the giant palm of the mecha occasionally, but he also had to be careful not to let Sunday's extremely uncomfortable singing destroy his faith.

"Ms. Mockingbird, please stop singing! Your singing is really terrible!"

March 7 covered his ears and felt very uncomfortable, and shouted to Sunday who was singing over there.

What happened to Miss Robin?! Why did her singing suddenly become so bad?!

Isn't Miss Mockingbird a top singer who is famous throughout the universe? Logically speaking, the singing level of top singers should be quite high, so how come she sang with such a magical sound?

Could it be that the person singing there now is not Miss Robin but someone who looks extremely similar to Miss Robin?

"Why do I feel that many things right now are very strange?"

San Yue Qi was muttering over there, and took a look at the huge mecha that was chasing Xing Luan.

"Why is Sunday so obsessed with chasing stars? Could it be that the person driving this mecha is Miss Robin? Could it be that the brother and sister have swapped identities and come to greet us? It's unlikely, right?"

March 7th received a wave of oracles without anyone noticing and directly guessed that Sunday and the robin had swapped identities.

The current situation is that Robin is controlling the mecha to fight with them, while Sunday is using the magic sound to penetrate their brains and put them in negative states. On the surface, he is assisting them, but in fact he is assisting his sister.

Qiong silently took off his hat, aimed at the microphone in Sunday's hand and threw it out.

"Snapped!"

The hat hit the microphone in Sunday's hand directly, knocking the microphone in Sunday's hand down.

"Ugh?"

Sunday looked at it in confusion, and after circling for a while, the hat flew back to Qiong's hand.

No, I was playing well as a support, why did you interrupt me?