In the decision-making room, Xuanniao's expression twitched.

The hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

toothache.

What the **** is this...

Why didn't I kill this shameful thing in the first place? One hundred, how great.

Originally, he always felt that Kuafu was a little stupid, a little lazy, a little bit lazy, and a little bit lacking in women, but at least the child is still good, and it can be saved. It's not a lot of frustration and education.

As a result, so many setbacks didn't make this naive critic awake at all, but now he went directly to grandma's house...

Real grandma's house.

What is the seniority of the old lady of Qingdi?

It's the patriarch who will hold the gift of the younger generation when Xuanniao sees it! Lu Wu, the previous generation of his teacher, had to call out "Sister" when he saw it.

In the end, how can you sing and dance on the road to death?

I can't pull it.

Do you really think that the wood charm corpse forest behind Yudai Mountain grew out of thin air?

It seems that the lessons from the previous reclaiming eye are still not enough.

Xuanniao held the teacup and determined the future arrangements with a blank face: when he comes back, I will find someone to send it to Tyre to beat him twice...

In this regard, Kuafu and Qingdi converge, with super-normal output and defense coupled with unreasonable treatment methods and recovery effects, so there is no need to worry at all. On the other side, there was the cooperation between Chaos and Bai Ze, so he didn't need to worry about it.

As for the field...

His gaze looked into the snow-capped frozen city.

Looking at the praisers who descended in the dead city, and the Huai poetry who walked into the building.

Things have become interesting.

Under the light of the crystal lamp, the hall was filled with the fragrance of citrus.

The soft melody echoed in my ears.

Talking and laughing came from the cafes and lounges not far away.

The warm wind rushed in, making Huai Shi stupefied for a moment.

"Name?"

The manager behind the front desk looked up and asked.

"..."

Huai Shi's expression twitched, turned back, looked out the window, outside the window, the icy and snowy dead city was like ruins, the cold wind was sobbing, and the ice and snow fell endlessly from the sky.

But when he raised his head and looked at everything in front of him, he felt an unreal sense of erraticness.

The moment he stepped into this place, he seemed to have entered another world, another dream that shouldn't have appeared here.

Now, the character in the dream is standing in front of Huai Shi.

"Name, sir." The front desk manager asked politely.

"Russell."

Huai Shi answered in seconds.

"Okay, Mr. Huaishi." The front desk manager lowered his head and recorded: "Age?"

"... Ninety? More than a hundred? If you didn't pay attention, you just think I'm very old." Huai Shi sighed.

"nineteen."

The front desk manager continued to write, and after looking up at him, he lowered his head and continued: "In terms of gender, it should be a male."

"Presumptuous, do you dare to assume my gender?" Huai Shi's brows were raised, and she almost wrote ‘Lost Oil’ on his face.

But the smiling front desk manager still didn't care.

Just pushed a black card in front of Huai Shi.

"I regret that I can't provide you with accommodation and catering services, but I guess you may not have come for this." The front desk manager nodded and said goodbye with a smile: "The elevator is on your right, and the manager will be in the reception room on the top floor. Welcome you."

"..."

In silence, Huaishi looked down at the black card on the table, sighed for a long time, picked it up, turned and walked towards the elevator.

However, after walking two steps, I couldn't help but look back at him.

In the lobby of the hotel where singing and dancing are rising, soft music still reverberates.

"Hey, are you still alive?" He asked the front desk manager.

The front desk manager who bowed his head to deal with the work smiled slightly, and did not answer.

Just bend over, stroke his chest and salute.

Respectfully bid farewell.

The elevator closes.

Surrounded by the elegant and ancient style, Huai Shi in the elevator felt that he was rising steadily, and finally stopped at the top position.

Outside the opened elevator door, there is only one road.

At the end of the red carpet is a door that opens.

In front of the desk, the middle-aged man in a black dress stood tall and slightly nodded towards the visitor: "Welcome, Mr. Huai Shi."

"Seriously, I'm not sure if this is an illusion or something."

Huai Shi looked around, stretched out his hand, and touched the flower in the bottle. The flower seemed to feel the breath of the same origin, and gave back with real and subtle joy.

"It's okay to treat it as a phantom from the past, right?"

The store manager smiled indifferently, and raised his hand to signal Huai Shi to sit down: "Fortunate people like us, who have been able to continue to this day by chance, have already received the blessing of miracles.

Even if it turns into an illusion, it doesn't seem to be unacceptable. "

"What kind of test is this?" Huai Shi asked curiously: "You post the task, I will help you solve it, and then after the solution, you give me things, I turn around and leave..."

"what?"

The store manager was stunned for a long time, as if he had discovered an unexpected road: "Can it still be like this?"

"...Isn't that the case?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

"Of course not."

The store manager said: "A group of past phantoms, will there still be desires? Besides, the things we want have already been given to me."

When he said this, he showed a nostalgic smile.

"In contrast, I am more curious..."

The shop manager suddenly asked, "What are you asking for, Mr. Huai Shi?"

When questioning, those calm eyes seemed to be filled with a certain magnificent glow, reflecting the soul and consciousness of Huai Shi.

Ask questions that cannot be refused.

Can not tolerate any lies.

Waiting for an answer from the deepest part of that soul.

Then, as soon as the answer emerged, I froze in place...

"I want to spend my life happily." Huai Shi replied.

Such a desire and desire caused the surging Gaia's blood to fall into lag and silence.

Is it too small or too greedy?

It is difficult to evaluate, but it is not within the scope of realization...

"It's too strong, Mr. Huai Shi." The store manager wiped his sweat awkwardly: "Can I change one?"

"...Well, world peace?"

Huai Shi asked again tentatively: "Or, erase hell?"

The store manager sighed again: "It's unrealistic to think about it."

"That's right, Chaogang is a little bit."

Huai Shi scratched her head: "Let me think about it, this, for a while, you suddenly ask, I can't figure it out..."

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it seriously." The store manager comforted: "As long as you think of it, you can take that card and tell me at any time."

After a short pause, he suddenly showed sympathetic eyes:

"It's just that you don't have much time left—"

At that moment, a premonition of death suddenly appeared in Huai Shi's body.

Ten fingers contracted, and suddenly clenched subconsciously.

Within the perceptual field of Jiyi Symphony, there was an unprecedented noise!

A certain huge, weird, weird rhythm like a choir, suddenly inserted into Frozen City's own buzzing, and then quickly usurped the theme, eliminating all the noise.

There is silence between heaven and earth.

Only the last two sound sources are left.

When Huai Shi turned her head back suddenly and looked out the window, she caught a glimpse of the huge figure with wings spread out above the ground and rising rapidly.

——Blessed Land, Prayer!

And the praiser also looked at him.

The pale face under the black robe showed an excited smile belonging to the predator. When he waved his hand, a sound from the air gathered in one place and quickly converged.

Immediately afterwards, a sound like a scream burst out from the fingertips, towards Huai Shi, like a cannon firing, instantly crossing a long distance, and arriving in front of Huai Shi's eyes.

Huai Shi drew his sword and chopped without hesitation.

I feel the perceptual feedback from the extreme intentions-it is completely different from my own symphony, but it seems to be the same thing in a certain range.

The voice of the emptiness and the emotion endowed with it, the screams of despair collided with the blade of the sword of virtue, sparks flew.

Huai Shi slid back several meters.

The illusion in front of him was finally overwhelmed by the sudden and restless noise, the warmth and incense, and even the elegant interior decoration disappeared without a trace.

Including the store manager.

The only thing left in this dilapidated reception room was a frost-covered skeleton behind the long table, and the manager's brooch was pinned to the neck of the deceased who had already passed away.

A faint sigh of regret flashed away in the wind.

But Huai Shi was too late to sigh with emotion.

The whistling sound came through the air.

After the gray-black figure brazenly crushed several floors, it fell from the sky and fell in front of Huai Shi. Under the hood, the pale face slowly lifted, and the corners of the blood-stained mouth showed a hungry smile.

"Meeting for the first time, Mr. Huaishi."

The praiser nodded and greeted: "To be honest, this meeting has been fascinated for a long time."

"Well, I'm very famous after all, it will take some time to make an appointment."

Huai Shi looked at the enemy in front of her, but she didn't have any impression. She scratched her head in doubt, "What, have we seen?"

"not at all."

The praiser shook his head and answered patiently: "You have never been willing to come to the headquarters of the Hell Music Association. Because of my work, I have no chance to meet you."

As he said, he raised his hand and showed a scepter mark surrounded by musical notes ~lightnovelpub.net~ Suddenly Huaishi was stunned.

Disaster musician!

"Ah, fellow, you didn't say it earlier! But it scared me to death..."

He patted his forehead, as if he had met old friends in another country, and said enthusiastically, "Where are you from?"

"Blessed Land."

The praiser replied: "I am engaged in performance work in the choir."

"A good place, beautiful mountains and rivers, to raise people. And still working under the destruction factor, the future is promising." Huai Shi clapped her hands and exclaimed: "Brother, your conditions are so good, are you married?"

"Widowed for a long time."

The praiser sighed, "Although there are two children, they haven't inherited any talents, but it's a pity..."

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. You have so many good places to be in the best blessed and happy land, what a pity." Huai Shi comforted: "Brother, you are young and promising. In the future, you can find more wives and give birth to a few more."

"Let's say it if you have a chance." The praiser shook his head and sighed in sorrow.

"It's easy to talk."

Huai Shi slapped his chest loudly: "Everyone is a disaster musician. If you ask for anything, just say it."

"It's true that I have been concentrating on meditation and contemplation over the years, wanting to create a new movement for my lord, but I have encountered difficulties in the second chapter, and have been troubled for a long time.

That's why I came here specially..."

At that moment, a foul smell came against his face in the storm, and the admirer grinned, revealing four sharp canine teeth, no longer concealing the longing in his lungs:

"——Get the material!"

Waiting for him is the burning axe in Huai Shi's hand.

Also, the symphony that the entire Frozen City sang for a long time after accumulating energy.

"Four Seasons Concerto Winter"!

Happy Tanabata everyone~

(End of this chapter)