Please ask the dream

Feng Xue, who was not mentally ill, naturally did not choose to sit on the plastic chair that looked like it had become an altar. When option 2 was activated, he suddenly began to feel the presence of his body.

This is, without a doubt, proof of the need to do it yourself.

As the body still maintained a frozen state of rigidity, the entire room began to change. The originally slightly dark space began to gradually become brighter, and the room that was not narrow but could not be said to be spacious began to expand around.

The delicate floor began to become uneven, and the distance between the plastic chair that was originally in front of him and himself gradually became farther and farther.

A faint sense of déjà vu came to mind. Before Feng Xue had time to think about the source of this feeling, she was already attracted by other things——

On the seat that should have been empty, a figure sat there without knowing it.

His long, straight black hair spread like a waterfall swayed in the breeze, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the glossy black color that looked like a special effect in a shampoo commercial.

A slightly sad melody of the Huqin was played in the empty space. Through the back of the person sitting on the plastic chair, Feng Xue knew that it was the other person playing.

Then, his body took a step uncontrollably.

Feng Xue knew that the cutscene CG was coming.

only……

"Hey! Little sister, the days of playing the erhu everywhere are over! Give me the Yamahu!"

"Huh?" Feng Xue was stunned when she heard the lines coming out of her mouth, little sister? Could it be the adopted sister in this simulation? So the back figure does look a bit similar, but... what the hell is playing the erhu everywhere? A rebellious girl runs away from home and performs erhu?

And what the hell is that Yan Mohu?

etc……

Yama? !

This platform...

Blanch!

I'm afraid this great being has some serious illness!

Just when Feng Xue was complaining crazily in her heart, Hu Qin also stopped suddenly. The long, straight black girl sitting on the plastic chair turned her back to him and emitted a girlish voice as clear as an oriole——

"If you want it, just come and get it yourself! You already know this rule."

"[Flower-planting foul language]!" Feng Xue, who almost spit out his hometown dialect, complained wildly in his heart, but he still sighed and said in the CG cutscene:

"I knew you would say that."

After that, a red hand appeared in his hand...

"Violin?" Feng Xue was even more confused looking at the "weapon" in his hand. What kind of script did this great being write?

But before he could think about how to fight the violin, the girl opposite stood up. The non-biodegradable plastic stall chair disappeared out of thin air the next moment, and the girl turned around.

Then……

"puff!"

Although this girl wearing something similar to a sailor suit + pleated skirt is indeed the adopted sister who set the "get married after the war" flag to Feng Xue during this exploration, her appearance and hairstyle are indeed better than Feng Xue's. But at this moment, Feng Xue couldn't help but burst into laughter.

because……

The other party's face was wearing the kind of small round black sunglasses that blind entertainers in old movies would wear, and paired with the blue erhu she was holding in her hand...

"puff……"

However, the girl in front of her obviously didn't notice the wild laughter in Feng Xue's heart. She held up the rather high-end and classy Huqin and asked:

"How many times have we fought?"

Feng Xue helplessly looked at "himself" putting the violin on his shoulders and sighed:

"I can't tell, in my childhood memories, we have been fighting..."

"Why don't I know?" Listening to the unexplained drumbeat in his ears, Feng Xue couldn't help but murmur in her heart. Can the character of the war madman in her exploration this time be able to fight with this girl from childhood to adulthood? How cool does this girl have to be?

It's just that the CG in the cutscene obviously didn't give him a chance to mutter. Under the guidance of some kind of force, he pressed the strings with his bow and let out a helpless sigh——

"It's time to settle things once and for all."

After hearing his words, the girl wearing black sunglasses also put her bow on the strings and showed a meaningful smile.

Then, in the next moment, Feng Xue's body returned to freedom.

"Hey, where's the health bar? It's not authentic if you don't show the health bar!"

Feng Xue, who didn't see the health bar, complained in her heart, and at the same time considered whether she should play music or fight next. After all, the posture of the two parties was more like a piano duel than a fight!

However……

"Buzz!"

A slightly long piano sound was played with the friction between the bow and the strings. Before Feng Xue had time to think about what music the other party planned to play, a strong sense of crisis had already emerged.

The powerful attack speed bonus allowed him to react in an instant, but even with the 42% attack speed boost, he could only barely avoid it, looking at a strand of hair falling and seeping on his forehead. Looking at the blood stains, Feng Xue finally judged the content of this time, it was a battle!

only……

"The pencil can't be summoned? It can't rain! The collection is invalid? Or, do you have to use music-related skills to fight? But what does the food stall seats have to do with music?"

Feng Xue gritted her teeth and moved the bow in her hand.

A famous song from this world that was somewhat similar to a canon came out from the huqin. Feng Xue thought about it, and the violin in her hand suddenly let out a low hum~

Unimaginable sounds came out of the violin, so that the Canon that had just started was stuck instantly. Feng Xue couldn't help but praise himself in his heart, but what made him helpless was that his piano sound did not summon the Dimension Slash like the other party.

"Tsk, it seems that it is not the rule of sound conversion into attack, but it is necessary to fight with music-related abilities."

Feng Xue thought dissatisfiedly, but fortunately, he really has music-related skills!

But this also made him wonder if it was just because he had music-related skills that he was arranged by the so-called great existence to perform such a farce.

"Death Troupe, come out!"

Feng Xue gave an order, and two figures emerged from behind him. Fortunately, although the collection seemed to be disabled, the dream's "what you think is what you get" function was not blocked. The Death Troupe, which had no proficiency, successfully launched with only theoretical knowledge. The only shortcoming was that there were only two people in the troupe at this time!

"Two? That's fine!"

His steps were a little messy as he dodged the blue flying blades that came with the music. The bow in Feng Xue's hand suddenly jumped up, and the golden wind blew in the ward!

Under the beat of the music, two puppets that looked exactly like Feng Xue suddenly separated. A magician wearing a gorgeous tuxedo and a pompous top hat suddenly approached the target, sliding through the encirclement formed by the flying blades as if he had no bones. Accompanied by the fast-moving melody, it was a set of close combat.

The sound of the erhu suddenly changed its tune, and invisible blades fell from the sky. Looking at this replica of the May rain, Feng Xue's bow jumped, and with a hallucination like "jo~jo~", the puppet that pulled away fired two bullets in response.

Like the drumbeats accompanying the piano music, the two bullets accurately hit the uneven rocks, and the blind spot of the vision shot at the erhu in the girl's hand. At this time, the magician also broke away from the attack of the sword rain, and the poker card in his hand was about to cut the girl's neck.

"Jiang... Damn, why are you still transforming into a demon?!"