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Chapter 23 The World Dances For Me
Everyone looked down on Han Qiu, even the calm Murong Wei shook his head when he saw Han Qiu's gesture and mouth shape holding the piccolo: that's too unprofessional.

Han Qiu has nine senses through ten senses when it comes to musical instruments.This guy is holding a piccolo, and he doesn't know how to do it, so forget it, let's just play a few times.I can't make music, isn't it easy to make noise?

Standing on the stage, Han Qiu casually put the piccolo to his mouth under the eyes of everyone.The moment his lips touched the flute, a deep voice rose from the bottom of Han Qiu's heart:
"I used to have a golden voice that everyone envied, but when I used my life to call for hope and freedom, I became silent.

- Forestern"

Han Qiu's heart was shocked: Lie Yan Piccolo, there is really a sad legend?

Han Qiu is very familiar with the story of the game and the origin of the flame piccolo. He has a special respect for the little man of this era, "Golden Voice" Forrestyn.

A faint music floated in the night sky, and the air was instantly filled with sadness.

The whole square, quiet down, quiet down, so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing.

Many people who were or were about to laugh at the man with heat stroke, the moment they heard the note, they were like possessed, eager for the next note.

Murong Wei stood up from her seat at once.She didn't know why, but she just felt that the faint music seemed to be full of infinite magic power, making people want to dance uncontrollably.

The music continues...

Han Qiu's heart was already extremely shocked: Could it be...Foresten, injected his sad soul into the flaming piccolo that he regards as life...

A flute sound full of struggle in sadness, with incredible penetrating power, floats in the deep night sky, drifting far, far away...

In this magical music, every listener no longer seems to be listening with their ears. Deep in their hearts, they seem to hear the voice of Fresten’s soul:
"Frestern, yes, this is my name, but a long time ago, in my hometown, people called me "Golden Voice". I have a melodious and charming singing voice like a nightingale. Standing by the lake glowing with blue light, I will sing my love for life and the world. I am addicted to singing, and singing is not only the expression of my emotions, but also the release of my soul.

The terrible undead plague swept my hometown, the earth was crying, and the lake was shrouded in miserable mist all day long.I left my hometown and came to Stratholme, hiding in this prosperous and civilized city to escape the terrible plague.

The fear and loneliness that penetrate deep into my bones have turned music and freedom into luxurious fantasies. In the tranquil and melodious singing, the white birds flying over the light blue lake only exist in my dreams.

There is also a little boy with yellow hair hiding with me. The sadness of the city has not eroded his innocent heart. He can play a very small piccolo under the dim sunset, although he can only play very simple things. A single tone, but it adds a touch of warmth to my boring life.

He told me: "I hope that one day when I play, the world will dance for me."

I smiled lightly: "There will be such a day."

One day, when the sun had already set and scattered stars appeared in the sky, there was still no sign of him.I began to worry, a sudden fear that made me restless.When the crescent moon was in the sky, I couldn't stay any longer, so I was going to go out to find him.Just walking through the corner of the room, a thin and deformed body curled up in the darkness, I was startled, the little humanoid thing raised his head, and I only saw a sharp dim light from his empty eye sockets.

In just a moment, that ray of light disappeared.A zombie!I didn't have time to exclaim, the little zombie had already run out of the city quickly, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Where he was curled up just now, a delicate and tiny piccolo lay quietly."

In the melancholy music, no one can stand still, and at the same moment, she took a dance step; Murong Wei also opened her arms without warning, waving her long hair, and dancing to the melancholy rhythm .That elegant figure is like a beautiful butterfly...

Damn, I kept saying that I couldn't dance before!If we can't do this, then we can only do rubber band jumping!While the animals were amazed by Murong Wei's dancing, they were also immersed in the shock brought to them by Forestern...

"I hate this world, I hate this plague! I don't even let go of the last ray of sunshine. This little child, although he turned into a zombie, his last touch of conscience and kindness made him choose to go away. , without hurting me.

Picking up the tiny piccolo, I walked into the cabin.I took out a piece of burning wood from the fireplace and threw it towards the curtains.

I hope that the baptism of fire will bring eternal life to my soul.

In the midst of the raging fire, I took up the piccolo and began to play, and the sound of the flute was more beautiful than any other creature in the world...

I used to have a golden voice that everyone envied. When I used my life to call for hope and freedom, I became silent.But when I take up the piccolo and play it, I hope, the world dances for me.

- Forestern"

The whole square has gone crazy. It seems that everyone is dancing for hope and freedom.

Han Qiu stood on the stage, watching all this quietly.The breeze blew up his clothes, slightly covering his solemn face.

Among the crowd, Zhong Yiyi danced, but kept watching Han Qiu on the stage. Seeing that proud figure, she suddenly felt extremely strange.Is this still that wretched Han Qiu?In her eyes, the figure on the stage was like a pious messenger, spreading the sorrow and hope of Forrestin all over the world... Inexplicably, she took out her mobile phone and pointed the camera at Han Qiu , recording this moment.

Han Qiu's heart was filled with endless awe. He clearly felt that the free soul who fought with his life was slowly fading away in this era, and a sense of fateful sadness emerged spontaneously.

He played the last note calmly and firmly, then raised his head and closed his eyes tightly...

You did it, Fresten!You traded your life for freedom, and you left behind a legend;
Under the starlight, the world dances for me...

The happy "Autumn Whispers" and the high-spirited "Broad Sea and Sky" are already the best.But after listening to Han Qiu's magic sound, he found that the previous best was so pale and dull.

Could it be that the man with heatstroke is Rongda's No. 1 musical talent?Unbelievable, but that's the reality!
The way many people looked at Han Qiu had completely changed.

At this time, a voice like a silver bell sounded.

Han Qiu turned his head and saw that Murong Wei, who was dressed in white and snowy, fell to the ground in pain, her hands tightly pinched her ankles, beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks, her face was as pure as her clothes...

"What's the matter with you?" Han Qiu was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward, asking with concern.

Murong Wei gave him a bleak smile apologetically: "Hehe, I have practiced dancing for more than ten years, and I suffered a serious injury. The doctor repeatedly emphasized that I can no longer dance. I have always paid attention to it, but just now I couldn't help it." , I forgot all of a sudden... I'm sorry for disappointing everyone."

What?Murong Wei is actually injured?This news is too explosive!

Looking at the pale Murong Wei, everyone couldn't help feeling pity in their hearts.Unknowingly, everyone suddenly felt that Murong Wei was more friendly.

Yes, the distance between a too perfect fairy and the human world is conservatively estimated to be at least one hundred and eight thousand miles, and people can only look up from a distance, not directly.However, a defect that was not too much brought Murong Wei back to the world. Everyone suddenly felt that the distance was getting closer, and they also felt deep pity.

The biggest lethal power of a woman is not to make a man feel admiration, but to feel pity...

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up to the hospital!" Seeing the dazed animals, Zhong Yiyi rushed forward and helped Murong Wei to stand up, but he realized that his strength alone was limited.She told Han Qiu angrily, "Why are you still standing there like a statue? Hurry up and help me. You have been to the hospital several times, and you are familiar with it."

Shit, can you keep a low profile about this kind of thing... Han Qiu shook his head sadly, stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"Get out, are you qualified? Get out of the way, I'll carry her to the hospital." Jiang Qi rushed out from one side, blocking Han Qiu's body domineeringly.

"Thank you, no need, really no need..." Murong Wei's words were very soft, but her determination was clearly visible.

With the support of several girls, Murong Wei left slowly. After walking a few steps, she turned her head inadvertently and glanced at Han Qiu with curiosity...

Han Qiu sighed, ready to go to the Internet cafe to continue his career.

"Heatstroke boy, be careful." Jiang Qi stared at his buffalo-sized eyeballs, and said to Han Qiu fiercely: "For the sake of Gu Da, I will let you go once, but you can't do it every time. All so lucky."

Han Qiu stretched his waist: "Who lost the previous PK?"

Jiang Qi remained silent and left angrily.Yang Wei gave Han Qiu a threatening look, and hurriedly followed Jiang Qi's footsteps.

Han Qiu ignored them and went to the Internet cafe to start his own business.

He first took out the flame piccolo and looked at it. The piccolo, which was still red and eye-catching before, was now as dim as a piece of dead wood. It was hard to imagine that it was just such a piece of dead wood that played the most beautiful flute sound in the world.

Han Qiu felt infinitely emotional, 1/1 of the durability was used up like this, just like the blooming of cherry blossoms, at the brightest moment of life, they wither immediately...

He took off the satchel from his shoulder and threw the flute into it.

A message suddenly came into my mind: "This item has run out of durability, you can use the repair function of the package, the repair rate is 10%, do you choose to repair?"

I wipe, and there is a repair function?Han Qiu was stunned for a moment.

10% chance, is it worth a try?What if the fix fails?Han Qiu was very disturbed.

After a long time of ideological struggle, he decided to give it a try. Anyway, if this thing is used up for a long time, it is already a waste, and it is useless to keep it. It is better to try.

So he nervously chose "Yes"

"The equipment is being repaired...the repair failed...the item was swallowed."

I wipe, the odds are really unreliable.

Han Qiu was complaining when another unexpected message came: "The package gets 100 experience points, upgrade, LV2..."

(End of this chapter)