Medical Sovereign

Tap tap tap!

The wolf cavalry ran wildly all the way, the sand and dust rolled in, and kept moving forward.

Gradually, the terrain became rougher and higher, as if they were running towards a high mountain.

Everyone noticed that along the way, young wolf riders continued to join them, with a look of respect on their faces, like a stream flowing into the sea, turning into a torrent of steel, following behind them, just like they followed the colorful God of War. Same.

Excited!

nervous!

excited!

expect!

Although no wolf riders said a word along the way, everyone could easily judge from their behavior that these disabled wolf riders have retired, but wolf riders still exist, and more young people have become A member of the Wolf Cavalry.

Does this mean that they are going to see the colorful God of War now, so the expression on their faces is so solemn and solemn.

The sound of the piano was low and brisk, which seemed to confirm their guess. There were more and more wolf riders, even exceeding the original number of wolf riders, moving forward like a torrent of steel.

Going further and further, going higher and higher, through the woods, over the grass, across the streams, over the mountains...

As they approached the top of the mountain, the well-trained wolf riders slowed down uniformly, and their expressions became more solemn and solemn, as if they were afraid of disturbing anyone.

Everyone is becoming more and more expectant and excited. Could it be that the colorful God of War lives on the top of this mountain? It seems that it will appear soon.

But soon, everyone frowned. There was nothing on the top of the mountain, just a large piece of bare flat land. Could it be that the Colorful God of War didn't live here, but made an appointment with them to meet here.

The young wolf riders suddenly stopped and watched as the disabled veterans got off their mounts spontaneously and helped each other to walk towards a cliff on the top of the mountain. There was envy in their eyes. It seemed that there was no room for them there. They are not qualified to approach the holy places that have been desecrated by humans.

Everyone's curiosity was aroused. What could be under the cliff? What are these veterans going to do? You're not planning to jump off a cliff en masse, are you?

At the edge of the cliff, the veterans took off the packages on their backs, opened them, took out the tattered armors and put them on. Only then did everyone realize that the packages contained their former wolf-riding armors.

This made them more curious,

They can't even walk steadily, so what are they doing wearing this armor?

The veterans quickly changed into their battle armors. Even though many of them lost their legs, they still changed into their battle armors with the help of other comrades, and supported each other towards the cliff.

Behind them, the young wolf riders stood straight and looked at them with reverence and envy in their eyes.

The veterans straightened their bodies and lined up in the original formation, as if they were being inspected by the colorful God of War. They stared intently at the bottom of the cliff, uniformly raised their hands and clenched their fists, and smashed them heavily on their chests.

Everyone knew that this was the military salute of the Wolf Cavalry, but they were even more puzzled, what was under the cliff? Could it be that the colorful God of War lives under the cliff?

The music sounded melodious, and the screen turned, and thousands of people were calling out. The scene displayed made everyone's blood surge, and their brains exploded with a bang.

Under the cliff is a huge green mountain, and the entire mountain has been carved into a statue. The statue is the lifelike colorful God of War.

The sound of the piano came quietly, but everyone seemed not to notice it, still immersed in the huge shock. The magnificent statue was so ingenious and natural that it could not be done by manpower.

"Is the God of War dead?"

After a long time, someone breathed a sigh of relief and said quietly.

"It's impossible. He is the God of War. How could the God of War die? The statue can't explain anything."

Siren immediately retorted like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

In fact, she knew very well in her heart that the God of War must be dead, otherwise why would he not show up and be carved instead?

A statue as a memorial? But she was unwilling to accept this fact anyway, so she argued irrationally.

"Those veterans obviously came to worship him. The God of War must be dead. What a pity."

The sentimental woman said with tears in her eyes.

"He's not dead. He's definitely not dead. He's just recovering from serious injuries. He will never die. Those veterans are just visiting him, not paying tribute at all."

Siren roared with red eyes.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Just ask Mr. Ding if the God of War is dead."

Kong Ling, the old squad leader, was very anxious when he saw Xilin. He was afraid that there would be another conflict, so he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

Xilin's eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed to Ding Ning, who was standing up from the piano, and asked hurriedly: "Ding Ning, the God of War is not dead, right? He will definitely not die, right?"

Diba stepped forward to hold her in a state of laughter and tears: "Xilin, this is just a piece of music. It is all made up. Where is the God of War?"

"Yes, there must be some, and it's not fictitious. Ding Ning, he's not fictitious, right? He's a real person, right?"

Xilin's eyes were red and swollen, with a look of pitiful pleading, which made Ding Ning feel soft. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Yes, he is real."

"Right, I said he must be real, so he's not dead, right? He's just seriously injured and recovering, right?"

Xilin was completely caught up in the drama, staring at Ding Ning with longing and expectation and asked.

"Well, he's not dead. He traveled through time. I don't know which world he traveled to. Maybe he came to Earth."

Ding Ning couldn't laugh or cry when faced with Diba's reproachful eyes, so he could only talk nonsense.

"You have traveled through time? It's good to have traveled through time. It would be even better if you traveled back to Earth. Hey, why should I get married so early? I should be waiting for him. He is the person I am destined to be. No, I have to get divorced quickly and become single again. "

Xilin seemed to be possessed, muttering in annoyance, while Ding Ning was dumbfounded and silently mourned for Anival in his heart.

"You, you, you are happy now."

Diba glared at Ding Ning and said angrily.

"I never thought she would be so into the drama, you can't blame me."

Ding Ning scratched his head speechlessly, his face covered with black lines.

"Hey! Annivar is very kind to her, and she actually likes him in her heart, but she has a strong resistance to the marriage that was forcibly arranged by her family, so she yells and behaves all day long, that is, Annivar Only if you love her deeply can you stand her bad temper."

Diba looked at Siren who was happy again and ran to discuss with her classmates whether the God of War was dead or not, and said with a smile.

Ding Ning smiled bitterly: "I hope nothing happens. If they get divorced because of this, I will be guilty."

"Yes, but this also shows that the success of your song has the ability to confuse people."

Diba said with admiration.

"What about you? Have you been bewitched?"

Ding Ning asked teasingly.

Just kidding, he used his spiritual power when playing the piano. Everyone here is ordinary people. It would be strange if they were not deceived.

Diba's pretty face turned red, she rolled her eyes at him charmingly, wrinkled her cute little nose and said arrogantly: "You want to seduce me with just one song, don't even think about it."

"Then what else do you want me to use to seduce you? How about I promise you my life?"

Ding Ning smiled ambiguously and joked.

"Go, do every formality all day long. By the way, do you have a name for this piece?"

Diba had never heard such ambiguous words before, and her pretty face suddenly became as bright as rouge.

Hong, her eyes panicked as she avoided his hot gaze and changed the subject.

"I hand over the naming rights to you."

Ding Ning was least good at coming up with names, so he said it casually.

"It doesn't matter if you leave it to me, this is a song you composed."

Diba felt sweet in her heart, but she still said what she meant.

"Hey, who among us is following whom? What's mine is yours, what's yours...well, it's still yours."

Ding Ning smirked and was about to continue teasing, but saw Diba staring at him fiercely as if he had expected it. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly changed his words wittily.

Diba then smiled proudly: "Since you are so sincere, I will reluctantly give you a name. By the way, can you give me a copy of the music score? I also want to practice this piece."

"Of course, didn't I say, what's mine is yours, and I'll write down the score and give it to you when I get back."

There was ambiguity in every word of Ding Ning, which made Diba unable to resist. She shyly said "I'll go accompany Shanshan" and ran away.

Ding Ning touched his chin and smiled evilly. He didn't expect that a shy female man could be quite cute.

"Mr. Ding is a great talent, but I was wrong before."

Li Mingrui came over at some point and suddenly said in his ear.

"Mr. Li, thank you very much."

Ding Ning said calmly and modestly, looking at the spring breeze-like smile on his face, he was a little confused about his routine. Before, he wanted to kill himself, but now he has cleared up all the past grudges and turned enemies into friends?

He did not deny that there might be bosom friends in the world who cherished each other like Boya and Ziqi, but it definitely did not include the scheming Li Mingrui in front of him. He did not believe that a song could make this love rival put aside all his prejudices and shake hands with him to make peace. .

"Mr. Ding should also know that I have no other hobbies except the piano. Listening to Mr. Ding's music today made me feel deeply ashamed and extremely interested in this piece. I didn't know that Ding Sir, could you please give me a copy of the music score, so that I can play it in my spare time?”

Li Mingrui's eyes flickered and he stated his purpose in a high-sounding voice.

When he thought about it, Ding Ning would be dead soon, but it would be a pity that such a good piece of music would not survive with his death. Therefore, even if he was jealous to death, he could only put a smile on his face and sing it first Let’s talk about it after you get the music score.

"No problem, it's just a small matter."

Ding Ning readily agreed, but he was sneering secretly in his heart. No wonder this guy was so arrogant and respectful, it turned out that he was planning on writing his own music score.

But he couldn't figure it out, what would this guy do if he got the music score? His original creation is still there, how dare he shamelessly say that it was his fault?

"That would be great. I can't wait. I wonder if Mr. Ding can write it down now so that I can get familiar with it earlier."

Li Mingrui rubbed his hands and said with a look of embarrassment. Seeing Ding Ning's eyes looking a little weird, he hurriedly smiled and complimented: "The main reason is that this song is so nice. I want to start practicing as soon as I get home at night. Otherwise, I might not be able to sleep at night." "Sleep."

This answer seemed to be impeccable, but Ding Ning still vaguely felt that something was wrong. However, he was a very talented and bold man, and was not afraid of any conspiracy at all. He did not take it seriously, and casually agreed: "Okay, it just so happened that I promised Diba. If she writes one, let’s write it together.”

"Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Ding. I'll ask someone to send you paper and pen."

Li Mingrui thanked him with joy.

But he was sneering secretly in his heart, so what if Diba had a share? Anyway, she will become mine tonight, isn’t what’s hers mine?

Just waiting for you to evaporate from this world, this song will be my original work. I want the person, and I want the name too.