God-level Demon Hunter

"So I chose this city to realize my dream, to open a dance hall - where different races come together and enjoy singing and laughing.

Different styles are integrated into one, which can be appreciated by ordinary people or nobles. "

"Today, I finally realized this dream."

"Here, I would like to thank the master demon hunters from Viper School and Cat School: Roy, Lei Suo... I would like to thank them for their generous and selfless sponsorship."

The great poet and Priscilla bowed deeply towards the witcher's table.

"And, I assure you with my reputation for so many years, the character of the master witcher is as broad and noble as this generosity. It is not like those rumors made up in the countryside."

"Those words are all malicious slander!"

"Let's gossip, I think everyone has had enough time with me. Next, the famous bard, Ms. Pusilla, will present a song to all distinguished guests. It was composed by Roy, the master of the witcher... Tell a story Poignant love story."

"The title of the song is "Storm of the Wolf", please enjoy it!"

Dandelion, moved the bar stool to center stage.

The blond beauty plucked the strings lightly with her slender fingers with calluses.

"Ding dong..."

After the trill sounded like a clear spring.

The noise in the auditorium gradually died down, and even the sound of eating and drinking disappeared.

Dozens of gazes all looked at the center of the stage at the same time. Under the gentle light, leaning on the body, the female poet with flowing blond hair and beautiful face.

"Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding..."

"Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding... ding..."

……

The melodious and melodious music echoed around the beams.

Flicking the strings with bare hands, Puscilla's red lips parted slightly:

Caress my scars with your fingers Fate makes a knot

defy the stars

Open the wound, try to heal

Until it becomes a whirlwind pattern of fate

……

The sound of music came to my ears.

Roy narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his heart was moved as if it had been a lifetime away.

He never thought that one day, he would see Priscilla play this legendary song with his own eyes, listen to it with his own ears, this moving music.

This scene had only appeared in dreams before.

But today, I finally experienced it in the real world.

It is not in vain for him to come to this different world and take a journey.

Beside Roy, the faces of the demon hunters did not have the initial indifference.

His expression changed, and his mood gradually sank.

Maybe demon hunters don't have much poetic talent, but their lives are far longer than ordinary people, and they have more or less had more than a dozen relationships.

Rich experience, so that they can easily understand the meaning of the song.

Without knowing it, I fell into a certain resonance emotion.

Even with the completely disfigured Kayan, under the thick cloak, the slightly hunched figure also exudes a melancholy temperament.

……

In the morning you escape my dreams

Sweet as lilacs, bitter as black currants

i want to dream of your black hair

Your purple eyes, teary

……

As the song entered the second quarter, Dark Gold's pupils slowly turned.

In the hall, everyone seemed to be under the spell of immobilization, their eyes did not blink, or they closed their eyes and listened attentively.

The more sentimental girl has already felt the unknown ending from the changing tunes and melancholy lyrics, her pretty face hangs down, her eyes are flushed.

Old Moore and Susie held their calloused hands together and stared at each other.

The light of happiness shone in the old and cloudy eyes.

Mino held his finger in his swaddling baby, his big black eyes fixed on Priscilla on the dance.

As young as him, he also kept quiet in this poignant and moving tune.

Roy looked over the crowd with different expressions,

Including Ms. Mengzhe and Todd on the other end.

Sweep to the glass window next to the entrance of the dance hall.

A handsome man with short purple hair was standing in front of the window, with a gleaming pendant around his neck, looking at everything in the hall with ecstasy.

It is the shapeshifter who replaced the collector.

Although the witcher had invited him, he didn't seem to want to enter the hall.

After all, his identity is no small matter, and if he wants to appear in some public places like ordinary people, it is easy to disturb others.

Roy could only nod to him from afar.

……

Are you my destiny

Or it's just Eros' carelessness

when i say my wish

Did you fall in love with me against your wish

……

The mournful and melancholy continuous questioning sounded in the hearts of all the audience.

Roy raised his eyebrows suddenly.

At some point, under the table, a sneaky foot stretched out and pressed his shoe mischievously.

As soon as he turned around, the Zerikhan girl on his arm blinked at him and smiled, showing her white teeth.

She seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and a charming blush appeared on her wheat-colored pretty face.

What are you doing?

Roy asked in his heart.

The Zerikhan girl went one step further, placing her strong thighs on top of his.

The young witcher took a deep breath and turned his head.

The blonde beauty's performance came to an end. After playing the last few bleak notes, she saluted the audience.

In an instant, everyone in the field got rid of their sad emotions, and invariably heaved a sigh of relief, or sighed...

"Clap clap clap..."

There was warm applause.

It lasted a full minute.

Dandelion looked at Priscilla who had exited.

Excited in the eyes.

My heart is excited.

If future performances have been maintained at this level.

There is no doubt that the dance hall can definitely continue to operate for a long time!

……

Entering the gap between the performances, the hall became lively again, and the guests ate their cups and cups, devouring them hungrily.

"Little devil, Ms. Priscilla's performance is wonderful!" The bald man took a sip of his drink, "I won't punish you for dancing this time."

"When did you learn to write poetry?" Oakes stretched his neck, put his old bacon-like cheek on the shoulder of the younger generation across a chair, and said enviously and jealously, "I didn't know you had this talent Minute?!"

Several veteran witchers turned their gazes.

"Uh, I didn't create this poem, but I saw it from revelation." Roy hesitatingly explained.

Gently push Cantila's thighs away from under the table.

"Then you will reveal a few more songs in the future...Let Dandelion arrange it carefully," the vulture moved its cheeks, opened and closed its hard teeth, and easily chewed the roast meat in its mouth, "We won't lose money!"

……

The music started again.

But this time, it is no longer a sad and sad love story.

Instead, a dozen or so bards came on stage at the same time, with crisp flute sounds, melodious qin sounds, and intensive drum sounds, they sang a joyous melody with a rhythm like spring breeze blowing on the face and streams jingling.

After drinking and eating, some young people spontaneously stepped onto the dance floor.

He twisted his limbs cheerfully, with a smile on his face.

Spread cheerful emotions.

Emotions spread quickly.

One by one, guests jumped onto the dance floor side by side, dancing casually while swigging soft wine.

Dandelion and Priscilla do an elegant ballroom dance.

The old Moore couple holding the baby began to slowly rotate their bodies.

And of course the witcher, with sharp movements and savage flailing of limbs.

It provoked a bunch of young girls, and the little daughter-in-law screamed.

Roy was somehow drawn closer to the dance floor by Ms. Zerikan.

With the cheerful music, he gradually relaxed his body.

Fingers intertwined with the passionate girl, sometimes close, sometimes far away.

The atmosphere is getting hotter.

Everyone forgot the turmoil and troubles, enjoyed themselves, and released themselves... The clothes were drenched with sweat.

I don't know when...

The sorceress with red hair and red lips and a long black silk dress quietly stepped into the dance hall.

The pretty face was full of anger, as if it was a little too late.

But this mature temperament and beautiful demeanor attracted everyone's attention.

She burst onto the dance floor, grabbed the witcher by the skirt, and pulled him away from Cantila.

Whisper in your ear.

"Little villain, if you don't dance with me today, don't let me open the portal!"

Portal?

Yes.

Today, the members of the Snake School will leave the City of Liberty, and use Coral's magic to reach the Blue Mountains to go to the agreement of the Wolf School.

The witcher was in a trance, and followed Rita Nieder's hand, changing dance positions.