Elf Archer of Life in Another World
Chapter 310 Self-injection
The sound of the xun was whimpering, faint and deep, and Nian Nian raised his head, and Nian Nian's face under the shade of the tree became increasingly unreal.
After listening for more than ten seconds, Song Qing sighed, then moved away from the jade xun, looked suspiciously at the yew tree behind him, and subconsciously touched his throat.
"That's good, it reminds me of my long days as a rookie." Song Qing criticized tactfully.
Intermittently, up and down, a quiet and gentle song "Begonias Under the Moon" has turned into a song of resentful women destroying flowers. Not to mention the effect of soothing the mood and restoring vitality and blood that the Qingping song skills should have, it will not make people burst into tears.
Not bad.
"Brother, what's going on with you?" Song Qing wanted to hit a tree. Is this guy still the number one entertainment player in China?
"Have you been paddling for too long? Or have the advanced tasks made you too resentful? Or..."
Shi Sui didn't hear Song Qing's complaints and questions. He was looking down at Nian Nian. Nian Nian held his chin with one hand and raised his head slightly, curious and expectant. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he didn't notice what he had just said.
No matter how bad his performance is, I feel a little bit envious and admired.
In a trance, the wasteland around him disappeared, and the noisy voices escaped into the sunlight and landed on the shoulders of a young man.
In the small but exquisite garden, the boy practiced playing the xun clumsily. The goose egg-sized pottery xun always slipped from his fingertips, producing a series of scattered whirring sounds.
He wanted to give up several times, but every time he looked down, he saw the ten-year-old girl who was slumped in the wheelchair, struggling to look up at him, and saw the weird smile on her face that was stiff and weird because it had been maintained for too long.
Seeing the encouragement and expectation in her eyes, the boy would look away in embarrassment and work harder on the musical instrument in his hand.
At that time, my sister seemed to be struggling to even speak, let alone control more muscle activities.
Gradually, he played better and better, and his sister gradually could no longer see him or smile.
The last time he played the xun in front of her, she was lying on the hospital bed, and the slanting sunlight from the window filled her face and fell on his back, which was very warm.
They all know that her hearing is deteriorating rapidly, and every day when the sun sets, her world becomes quieter.
That day, when he finished playing the Xun song, my sister spread out her palms tremblingly, revealing the smiling face she had drawn a long time ago in her palms. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. The detector just connected to her brain recognized two faint sounds.
signal:
OK. Listen.
He never played the xun again, but he made and polished countless xuns with his own hands. He broke them all and buried them in his sister's grave.
Later, his sister's death was engraved on the stone tablet and could no longer be changed. He was dragged into this game by Sanchishui, and followed the sect's guide into the music and art department of Jade Emperor Academy, and accidentally picked up the xun again.
So, is it for today’s reunion?
Or is it to let me send her away again?
The jade xun slipped from Shi Sui's fingertips and fell to the ground with a plop, being buried by the sparse grass.
...
Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the two men and one woman present felt momentarily embarrassed.
Dion quickly pulled the woman on him, put her clothes on and hid them behind him. He himself stretched his limbs casually, and slowly sorted out the pieces of clothing and traces of traces.
Simil coughed lightly, looked away, and looked left and right.
There is no one, the earth is my bed, the sky is my quilt, I am so happy.
But it’s not good if it’s too spacious. The sound travels far and clear.
I originally thought that someone was in danger, but it turned out that one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Simil secretly spurned his own warm-heartedness.
After saying goodbye to Albert, Simil felt a little relaxed, like the relief he felt when he took the literature test in school and was finally sure that he had failed the exam after anxiously waiting, a kind of excitement that was compounded by a sense of guilt and relief at the same time.
Dion smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes and took in the new image of the unfamiliar acquaintance in front of him.
He thought of the dark wizards lurking in the dark alleys of Usher, the same dark and worn robes, the same weird and weird bone staff. The only difference was the peace and liveliness of the man in front of him.
The languorous peace, the vitality and liveliness, the contradictions are harmoniously blended together.
"You look a little different." Dion said lazily, as if they were old friends reunited.
"You look..." Simil wanted to retaliate, but found that he was not familiar with this person. "I don't know if it is different."
"Of course, I will never change." Dion turned around, carefully helped the woman close her neckline, combed her long hair with his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed her hair.
"Let's go, let's change places and continue." Dion put his left hand under her shoulder blade, lifted her leg with his right hand, picked up the woman and left.
"Aren't you worried that I will cause trouble for your friends in the past?" Simir was speechless. Is this person too anxious?
"Whatever." Dion didn't look back. He believed that this man wouldn't be able to jump for a few days, and during the few days he could still jump, he would be dealt with every year.
Although Nian Nian behaves relatively strictly, there are a few other people around, so there must be an endless stream of whimsical ideas.
"I wish you good luck." Dion gave his final blessing and left Simil's sight without looking back.
Simil shrugged and turned to look for the caravan.
Now that I have met this person, he must be not far from the caravan.
The demon plot has not been triggered for too long, and the scope of influence has not yet expanded. The old president has a relatively mature mind. After all, he can break free from the hypnotic control of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer with his own willpower.
One would think that one would soon discover the weakness of the demons.
The only thing that is a bit difficult is to complete the advanced task of music art as soon as possible.
Simil was also a little surprised that such a person could be stumped by a simple advanced task for so long.
Let a piece of music contain the four emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and peace. It is just to mobilize the corresponding emotions in the memory. You don't need to worry about the truth or the order, just make up a reasonable and reasonable story for yourself.
For some people with a stable mind, the most difficult emotion to understand may be anger.
But it doesn't matter, the end of fear is anger, smart people will always understand.
...
Songqing picked up the jade xun on the ground, pulled Nian Nian's arm somewhat roughly, and took her away from Nian Nian's sight.
Nian Nian didn't struggle, and she could tell that Nian Nian was in an abnormal state, as if he was stuck in some kind of memory and couldn't extricate himself.
"Yes, my brother..."
"Something is wrong." Song Qing pulled back Nian Nian's shoulders and dragged her away from the area covered by the yew trees.
"What happened to him?"
Song Qing looked back at her, his eyes as sharp as ice.
"It's because of me." Nian Nian replied calmly.
"Maybe." Song Qing was noncommittal and pushed her into the layers of iron armor of the Qilin Army.
"I'll go back and take a look. Don't show up next to him for the time being." Song Qing turned around and was about to leave. After two steps, he returned to Nian Nian and snapped his fingers in her ear.
Nian Nian looked at him with confusion and did not dare to speak.
Song Qing smiled sadly.
"In some very early movies, the bad guy can hypnotize and control the good guy with just a snap of his fingers, going deep into his subconscious and rewriting his thinking."
Nian Nian scratched his head, was this person just planning to hypnotize himself?
"In fact, it is not that easy. There is no such a convenient switch in the human heart that can be opened and closed at will with a snap." Song Qing's words did not seem to be addressed to Nian Nian.
Nian Nian touched his chest. What seemed to be flowing through his beating heart was just some data, right?
"I skipped the first question at that time because I still couldn't determine the answer to this question." Song Qing noticed Nian Nian's actions and smiled.
I don’t understand every year.
"No matter what, there must be some connection between the two of you."
Song Qing stared at Nian Nian for a moment, then turned and left.
The wind in the wilderness whispers, as if someone is saying:
"Even if you are asked to die again, you can only die as his sister."
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