Old-time musicians

Hearing this voice, the bearded man couldn't help but be startled, but then a sneer appeared on his face:

"Is that a member of your caravan family?"

Chretien forced a smile and said a few words that were indifferent to him. The man did not stop and continued to repeat coldly:

"Is that a member of your caravan family?"

broken. Masai Negu, who was standing within the wall of spirituality, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

The other party wanted to kidnap someone without saying a few words. The motive was inexplicable, and he was so powerful that even he didn't dare to act rashly. He could have tried to communicate again...

It's not that he couldn't understand Scheler's situation just now. It was indeed very irritating when he was suddenly playing the piano and singing, surrounded by a group of girls and the atmosphere was just right. But the situation in front of him was no joke...

Masenegu cleared his throat and spoke after careful consideration: "This troubadour has been falling out of love one after another not long ago and has experienced major emotional setbacks. Please forgive me for the artist's common temper... However, you may be able to give some tips. Just to be clear, as far as I know 'The Lost One' is just..."

"Bang!!"

He was only halfway through his words when suddenly a small, dull sound exploded in the air.

A stone fell at everyone's feet.

Although the flight path cannot be clearly seen, there is no doubt that it was thrown from the direction of the carriage.

"You" the bearded man covered his nose like a reflex, and traces of bright red blood spilled from his fingers.

"Fuck you!!"

The next moment, he let go of his hand, pulled away the dagger angrily, and rushed forward with a single step. A whirlwind of air flow formed around him, and he suddenly opened the car curtain, trying to pull out the damn guy inside. He responded with several cuts on his body.

"Bang!!!" There was a louder sound, as if something was broken.

The bearded man was knocked unconscious on the spot, his body shook a bit, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, and blood splattered on his lips and chin.

This time everyone saw a red stone at the man's feet. The strange color was fading and turned into the original gray after a few seconds.

"This Scheler originally studied 'Chi'!?"

"But what is going on? You can actually throw stones so hard. Could it be that your senses have strengthened your arm strength or accuracy? But if it was an unprepared sneak attack the first time, why could this person still be hit the second time?"

Masai Negu felt that he understood it, but also felt that he did not understand it.

He wasn't even sure for a moment whether this was the light of first acquaintance or some miraculous skill.

But the worry on his face became heavier. The low-ranking knowledgeable person in front of him was not the problem. The problem was the "Hua Touching Man" sitting on the horse behind him.

"Before you go away, please close the door curtain for me."

Everyone heard Scheler's voice again, and then the "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick" decomposed chord plucking of the guitar. The timbre was a bit unstable, and the finger-drop plucking was also very jerky. A trace of nervousness could be heard, which seemed to be for beginners. Pop-up sound.

"Slow down the speed a little more. The most important thing is to be even and stable. Relax the wrist of your left hand and press the fingertips firmly." Scheler continued to speak unhurriedly, listening to the content as if he was teaching.

The bearded man, who was dizzy after being hit by the stone, heard this series of words that were not very harmful but extremely insulting. The blood all over his body rushed to his face in an instant. His teeth were trembling and he wanted to hold a dagger violently. This At this time, a pleasant sound like a harp came from behind.

"You should go back to the ship and rest first."

A fruit-like object turned into powder from the hands of the man on horseback, and the light red mist blew all the way. The bearded man who was at the extreme of rage suddenly calmed down.

"Okay sir." He just glanced at the carriage with a sinister look, then turned away while covering his collapsed and bleeding nose.

Fan Ning smelled the fragrance of flowers that hit his face, and he also felt that his irritability was involuntarily relieved, but as his thoughts passed the extreme high-level inspiration of "Candle", his free will mood was restored.

At this time, he frowned, because after stimulating his spiritual sense, he always felt that there were some familiar characteristics in the flower fragrance just now, which made him inexplicably recall some dream fragments before waking up on the beach.

There is something strange about things that cannot be explained.

The man on horseback took off his hat and jumped down. This was a man wearing a colorful cloak with too feminine white skin. He glanced at the strange berries hanging on the coconut tree not far away, and stood there thinking about it for a long time.

This person is stronger than that knight. Although there is still a high degree of confidence in taking away the "lost man", the status of a bard of this level will make the aftermath work quite troublesome. Considering the secrecy of this operation, the goal can be temporarily compromised.

The man in the flower cloak finally walked over slowly: "A bard who is close to greatness, his will cannot be ignored. You and I each take a step back, and I will take half a liter of her blood and go. Don't worry, I will provide sufficient nutrients to keep her alive." Away from the risk of life, the temple will not protect a 'discolored person', but the original intention is not to take human life. "

Luna was holding the guitar, her thin shoulders shaking slightly with fear. Several people not far away were still hanging on. This amount of blood loss would kill the little girl under normal circumstances, even though this person had "nourishment" "One thing to say, but for her already weak body, it will definitely be a big punishment for her.

Fan Ning was trying to figure out what was wrong when he heard the words and raised his head, his tone still casual:

"Don't you understand people? Close the curtain first and then get out."

The "flower-touched man" man's face darkened when he heard this.

"A smart person won't let things go untalked." He took out a special small bottle with a diversion groove from his cloak, and then stretched out his right hand with long nails, "I may change my mind at any time and return to the first option. Your safe way is to let her cooperate to get this bottle as soon as possible"

"Crack!!!"

The familiar interruption method, the feminine voice of the man in the flower cloak, was suddenly covered by the sound of wood hitting and breaking.

The base of the carriage is higher, and the height of the carriage is even higher. Fanning suddenly jumped up, stood on the edge of the carriage, grabbed the guitar neck from Luna's hand, and directly buckled the guitar on the other's head!

The entire inferior plywood panel was buckled through, and five of the six strings were broken, and the man in the flower cloak had only a head on it! !

"Crunch, crunch, crunch"

In Luna's stunned eyes, Fanning loosened the guitar neck, shook his hands, twisted the string knob, and removed the purple string wrapped around the other's head.

He poured some clean water on the strings, took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean with great care, then glanced at him:

"Sorry, I haven't been in a good mood recently, but I feel better now. Do you mind?"

"No... no, I don't mind." The man in the cloak had a dull expression. For some reason, he felt a sense of paralysis as soon as he thought a little deeper. The only thing was that the threat of his carotid artery being cut was so strong that he dared not move at all.

"That's good." Fanning nodded and slowly raised his right hand.

He made a gesture with five fingers stretched out.

"Goodbye..." The man in the flower cloak thought Fanning was saying goodbye to him, so he also stretched out his hand blankly and waved at him.

"? What are you doing?"

Fanning looked at his movements with a puzzled look on his face.

"I mean, this guitar is 5 pounds, and I asked you to pay for it."