Original God, looking for the heart

"That figure... looks so familiar." Mo Bei stared at the enlarged shadow, ""The Strange One"! How did you come? Aren’t you going to attend the celebration? "

"Qingqi Zhe" sat next to Mo Bei: "Come to accompany you"

Mo Bei was at a loss for a moment. After a long time, he said slowly: "Your dance... is really beautiful."

"Qingqi" handed the flute on his waist to Mo Bei, walked to an open space, and drew out the sharp sword.

The sea breeze fluttered his clothes, and the bright moon hung high behind him. The scattered moonlight seemed to have a physical form, falling on the young man's shoulders.

"Why don't you take a closer look?" "Qingqi Zhe" wiped the blade of the sword and turned to look at Mo Bei with a smile.

Mo Bei also wiped the flute in his hand.

As Mo Bei played the first note, "Qingqi" threw the sword in his hand upwards. The long sword made a graceful arc and fell steadily into the hands of "Qingqi". "Qingqi" held the sword with one hand and performed a somersault first. The robe also unfolded with his movements.

Just this action made Mo Bei lose his mind.

"Come on, let's continue"

Mo Bei continued to play the flute, while "Qingqi Zhe" held the hilt of the sword and drew a circle on the ground with the long sword. Then, the moment he raised his sword, it started spinning. The long sword also followed his movements, drawing beautiful arcs one after another.

"Qingqi" suddenly thrust out his long sword, then put it back behind him and started walking step by step. Another backflip.

He raised the sword above his head, and with dexterous movements of his fingers, the sword turned like a pointer in his hand.

At this moment, the dots of fireflies were also shining brightly, small and flying all over the sky. The sword of "The Stranger" seems to be able to command them. There are always a few fireflies following the long sword.

Every step of "Qing Qi Zhe" seems to be stepping on a musical note. He soared in the air, letting the breeze flutter his robe, and then followed the sound of the flute, falling as light as a feather.

With his toes on the ground, he raised the sword high above his head and stood under the moon. The waves hit the shore, making a "sand" sound.

"Qingqi" slowly lowered the sword, and with the last note, the sword was sheathed.

The song is over.

Mo Bei clapped excitedly. "Qingqi Zhe" wiped his forehead and sat back down next to Mo Bei.

The night wind is very comfortable, cool, and has the refreshing smell of the sea. The starry sky tonight seems to be extraordinarily bright, like a piece of silk stretching across the night sky.

"This reminds me of a song I used to like." Mo Bei looked at "Qingqi Zhe", "It just doesn't necessarily sound good."

"The Stranger" patted Mo Bei on the back: "Believe in yourself, children's voices are always the purest and most beautiful."

Mo Bei cleared his throat, stood up, and faced the "Qingqi One":

"In the vast starry sky,"

"Only your back remains,"

"The Milky Way has frozen into ice,"

"Memory flashes through tears,"

"Imagine being able to go back in time,"

"It will always be in my heart,"

"Escape though,"

"She disappeared into the dream,"

"Visions of sunrise,"

"Feeling you again,"

"The wind brings your breath,"

"The moonlight reflects surprise,"

"So you never left,"

"Guard here silently,"

"Silent and silent,"

"Following me like a shadow~"

"Bang!" Mo Bei turned around and saw a firework that had just bloomed in the night sky. "Bang! Bang bang!" Two flowers, three flowers...

As if he had been encouraged, Mo Bei sang even more energetically:

"I'm no longer confused,"

"Missing is the only luggage,"

"The sky is full of stars,"

"Having one is your wish,"

"The road ahead is no longer lonely and long,"

"You and I will no longer watch under the sky,"

"Sing softly,"

"Next to me~"

The children's voices are really pure, echoing faintly in the night sky.

Mo Bei's eyes seemed to reflect the entire galaxy. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still sang as if he didn't feel tired. This is the happiest time Mo Bei has ever sung.

Fireworks, stars, fireflies, and singing children are all reflected in the eyes of the "wonderful one". Who wouldn’t be immersed in such beauty?

The excitement of Tasha Tao has not diminished at all.

In the Niwa family, a mechanic wearing Fontaine clothing looked at everything in front of him, but he showed a dark smile.

"I'll allow you to have your last carnival...hehe..."

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