Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The sound of the xun was whimpering, faint and deep, and Nian Nian raised his head, and Nian Nian's face under the shade of the tree became increasingly unreal.

After listening for more than ten seconds, Song Qing sighed, then moved away from the jade xun, looked at the yew tree behind him suspiciously, and subconsciously touched his throat.

"That's good, it reminds me of my rookie days." Song Qing criticized tactfully.

Intermittently, up and down, a quiet and gentle song "Begonias Under the Moon" has turned into a song of resentful women destroying flowers. Not to mention the effect of soothing the mood and restoring the blood that the Qingping song skills should have, it will not make people burst into tears. Not bad.

"Brother, what's going on with you?" Song Qing wanted to hit a tree. Is this guy still the number one entertainment player in China?

"Have you been paddling for too long? Or is it because the advanced mission has made you too resentful? Or..."

Shi Sui didn't hear Song Qing's complaints and questions. He was looking down at Nian Nian.Nian Nian held his chin with one hand and raised his head slightly, curious and expectant. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He didn't seem to notice how bad his performance just now was, but felt a little envy and admiration.

In a trance, the wasteland around him disappeared, and the noisy voices escaped into the sunlight and landed on the shoulders of a young man.

In the small but exquisite garden, the boy practiced playing the xun clumsily. The goose egg-sized pottery xun always slipped from his fingertips, producing a series of scattered whirring sounds.

He wanted to give up several times, but every time he looked down, he saw the ten-year-old girl slumped in the wheelchair, struggling to look up at him, and the weird smile on her face that was stiff and weird because it had been maintained for too long. Seeing the encouragement and expectation in her eyes, the boy would look away in embarrassment and work harder on the instrument in his hand.

At that time, my sister seemed to be struggling to even speak, let alone control more muscle activities.

Remember m in a second.

Gradually, he played better and better, and his sister gradually could no longer see him or smile.

The last time he played the xun in front of her, she was lying on the hospital bed. The slanting sunlight from the window filled her face and fell on his back, which was very warm.

They all know that her hearing is deteriorating rapidly, and every day when the sun sets, her world becomes quieter.

That day, when he finished playing the Xun song, my sister spread out her palms tremblingly, revealing the smiling face she had drawn a long time ago in her palms. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. The detector just connected to her brain recognized two weak signal of:

good. listen.

He never played the xun again, but he made and polished countless xuns with his own hands. He broke them all and buried them in his sister's tomb.

Later, my sister's death was engraved on the stone tablet and could no longer be changed. He was dragged into this game by San Chi Shui. He followed the sect's guide and entered the Musical Arts Department of Jade Emperor Academy, and accidentally picked up the xun again.

So, is it for today’s reunion?

Or is it to let me send her away again?

The jade xun slipped from Shi Sui's fingertips and fell to the ground with a plop, being buried by sparse grass.

......

Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the two men and one woman present felt momentarily embarrassed.

Dion quickly pulled the woman on him, put her clothes on and hid her behind him. He himself stretched his limbs casually and sorted out the pieces of clothing and traces of clothing slowly.

Simil coughed slightly, looked away, and looked left and right.

There is no one, the earth is my bed, the sky is my quilt, I am so excited.

But it’s not good if it’s too spacious. The sound travels far and clear.

I originally thought that someone was in danger, but it turned out that one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Simil secretly spurned his own warm-heartedness.

After saying goodbye to Albert, Simil felt a little relaxed, just like the relief he felt when he was finally sure that he had failed the exam after taking the literature test in school and waiting anxiously, a kind of excitement that was caused by a sense of guilt and relief at the same time.

Dion straightened out the wrinkles in his clothes and took in the new image of the unfamiliar acquaintance in front of him.

He thought of the dark mages lurking in the dark alleys of Usher, the same dark and worn robes, the same weird and weird bone staff. The only difference was the peace and liveliness of the man in front of him.

The languorous peace, the vitality and liveliness, the contradictions are harmoniously blended together.

"You look different," Dion said lazily, as if they were long-time friends reunited.

"You look like..." Simir wanted to reply, but found that he was not familiar with this person. "I don't know if it is different."

"Of course, I will never change." Dion turned around, carefully helped the woman close her neckline, combed her long hair with his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"Let's go, let's change places and continue." Dion put his left hand under her shoulder blade, lifted her leg with his right hand, picked up the woman and left.

"Aren't you worried about me causing trouble for your friends in the past?" Simil was speechless. Is this person too anxious?

"Whatever." Dion didn't look back. He believed that this person wouldn't be able to jump for a few days, and that during the few days that he could still jump, he would be dealt with every year.

Although Nian Nian behaves more by the rules, there are a few other people around, so there must be endless whims and whims.

"I wish you good luck." Dion gave his final blessing and left Simil's sight without looking back.

Simil shrugged and turned to look for the caravan.

Now that I have met this person, he must be not far from the caravan.

It hasn’t been too long since the demon plot was triggered, and the scope of influence has not yet expanded. The old president’s mind is also relatively mature - after all, he can break free from the hypnotic control of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer with his own willpower. Those who open it——I guess they will soon discover the weakness of the demons.

The only thing that is a bit difficult is to complete the advanced task of music art as soon as possible.

Simil was also a little surprised that such a person would be stumped by a simple advanced task for so long.

Let a piece of music contain the four emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and peace. It is just to mobilize the corresponding emotions in the memory. You don't need to worry about the truth or the order, just make up a reasonable and reasonable story for yourself.

For some people with a stable mind, the hardest emotion to understand may be anger.

But it doesn't matter, the end of fear is anger, and smart people will always understand.

......

Song Qing picked up the jade xun on the ground, roughly pulled Nian Nian's arm, and took her away from Shi Sui's sight.

There was no struggle in Nian Nian, and she could also see that Nian Nian was in an abnormal state, and his whole figure seemed to be stuck in some kind of memory, unable to extricate himself.

"It's Sui, my brother..."

"Something's wrong." Song Qing pulled back Nian Nian's shoulders and dragged her away from the area covered by the yew trees.

"What the hell happened to him?"

Song Qing looked back at her, his eyes as sharp as ice.

"It's because of me." Nian Nian replied calmly.

"Maybe." Song Qing was noncommittal and pushed her into the layers of armor of the Qilin Army.

"I'll go back and take a look. Don't show up next to him for the time being." Song Qing turned around to leave, then returned to Nian Nian after two steps and snapped his fingers in her ear.

Nian Nian looked at him with confusion and did not dare to speak.

Song Qing smiled sadly.

"In some very early movies, the bad guy can hypnotize and control the good guy with a snap of his fingers, going deep into his subconscious and rewriting his thinking."

Nian Nian scratched his head. Did this person just plan to hypnotize himself?

"In fact, it is not that easy. There is no such a convenient switch in the human heart that can be opened and closed at will." Song Qing's words did not seem to be addressed to Nian Nian.

Nian Nian touched his chest. What seemed to be flowing through his beating heart was just some data, right?

"I skipped the first question at that time because I still couldn't determine the answer to this question." Song Qing noticed Nian Nian's actions and smiled.

I didn’t understand every year.

"At any rate, there must be some connection between the two of you."

Song Qing stared at Nian Nian for a moment, then turned and left.

The wind in the wilderness whispers, as if someone is saying:

"Even if you are asked to die again, you can only die as his sister."