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Ocarina of the Crescent

The thousand-year-old expression was stunned for two seconds, and then she turned her dead fish eyes. Before she could say anything, Sakaski, who was one seat past, leaned forward, revealing half of his face, and quickly slanted his eyes. Look, then reach out...

Although Sakaski didn't speak, but through his actions of poking the table, Polusalino could sniff out the threatening smell from inside.The three black-bellied students were poking their fingers at the conference table. Their fingertips showed a strange black-red color. When they pressed a hole in the solid wood table, smoke came out by the way.

One small pit, two small pits, three small pits... As the dark holes formed on the conference table one by one, the black lines hanging on the back of Polusalino's head also became denser.

Sakaski wasn't actually trying to poke the conference table, was he?

Only the fingertips have naturally turned into magma, and the temperature is thousands of degrees. If you poke someone else, it will also poke a hole.

The corners of his eyes trembled subconsciously, and Polusalino turned his eyes away a little without changing his face, and continued to seek sympathy and comfort from Chitose Baisui.

"Look at Sakaski bullying me~ You must not be led astray by him, you know~"

……

After the voice fell, the surface of the conference table suddenly sank into a small palm-shaped focal hole.

After a brief silence, Sakaski, who accidentally vandalized public property, withdrew his hand in slow motion, slowly turned his face away, and joined the affectionate mutual gaze between the classmates who had only met each other.

Sakalski, (▼▼).

A thousand years and a hundred years old, (‘‘).

Polusalino, (=￣w￣=).

……

After a long while, Qiantui Baisui and Sakaski raised their hands to hold their foreheads together, and after a few seconds, they put down their hands at the same time very strangely.

"Porusalino, have you finally been infected by Qiantui Baisui to become an idiot?"

"Student Polusalino, you finally couldn't bear the man next to me, so did you become stupid?"

The expressionless Sakaski and the distorted Chitose Baisui spoke at the same time, except for their expressions, their tone of voice and their speaking speed were exactly the same.

Polusalino smiled more and more innocently, "Yeah~ You both have a share, speaking of which, we are a match made in heaven~"

If it weren't for the hag and the three black-bellied men who worked day and night, one physically torturing the other mentally, Polusalino believed that a mature and stable person like him would not have fallen. This is how it is today.

So, don't try to shirk responsibility, you two.

"If you can't speak, don't open your mouth!" Qiantui Baisui's expression suddenly became more ferocious, and his eyes were murderous. "How can the two of you and me be a natural pair? Threesome? What about your integrity?"

"Is the man's algorithm based on only one? You haven't read a book for thousands of years, have you?" Sakaski's face was as black as ink, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. "It should be you plus the two of us." .”

In the next second, the two people whose focus had turned to a strange place inexplicably paused for a moment, then both looked away and stared at each other.

As a result, the flames of war that had been temporarily extinguished on the way here were about to restart.

So, Polusalino's 'kindly' smile (with his black-bellied skills) stayed out of the way, and the more noisy the more intimate, the better the relationship between the two classmates, and it will be even better in the future~ As a corner of the Iron Triangle, he , so lucky~

……

After a while, the two people who were fighting each other became more and more ferocious, as if they both wanted to escalate the situation into a big fight. At this moment, someone finally spoke and cut into the small private meeting of the three interns.

"Okay, be quiet."

On the conference table far away, Zefa cast an incomprehensible look, focused on Polusalino, and then said in a deep voice, "Your relationship issues should be discussed at another time, there are other important matters now. to be solved."

Polusalino glanced distractedly at Chitose Baisui, who was sitting upright beside him immediately, with blushing cheeks, then hooked the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes maliciously, "Yes, Baisui, your relationship problem It's not the point~"

While talking, he groped her with his hands, and grabbed her loose hair, "Listen to what Teacher Zefa said, you know~" Then he quickly retracted his eyes and hands, avoiding the intention of a certain violent attack, ╮(╯ ▽╰)╭.

Satisfied, Polusalino took the time to return his gaze to Zefa who was holding a meeting, looked at their teacher calmly, but did not speak.

On the other side of the conference table, the man's eagle-like sharp pupils just happened to lock on him, his eyes were undisguised scrutiny, but in an instant, he lowered his eyes to cover all his emotions, and his brows were indifferent.

After Zefa's sharp gaze disappeared, Polusalino looked around, and as expected, he found that everyone at the conference table looked strange, and their eyes fell between him and the thousand-year-old who was mostly blocked by him. Looking back and forth, showing ambiguous eyes by the way.

Oops~ Sure enough, I was misunderstood. In this way, there will be no more inexplicable men trying to abduct his companion, right?For example, Triton, who used various excuses to take away Qiantui Baisui, should give up this time, right?

Polusalino pretended to be calm and composed on the surface, but he smiled very complacently in his heart.

Of course, Polusalino said that he could ignore Triton's eyes, which seemed like knives and arrows compared to Zefa's vaguely scrutinized eyes while sitting among the generals.

……

After a while, in the eerie silence, Zefa coughed lightly, signaling for everyone to concentrate, then picked up the tray drape at hand, holding something with his fingertips to lift it higher, "Afternoon infirmary autopsy Found the ring."

"According to the deduction of thousands of years old, it should be the key to blowing the flute of the new moon."

"At this moment, King Dumuzi's successor is already on the way. Before he arrives, let's confirm whether the speculation is true."

After finishing speaking, he put the ring on his fingertip back to its original position, pushed the entire tray towards the conference table, and then asked in a deep voice, "Who is interested in giving it a try?"

On the tray that was pushed into the sight of everyone in the meeting, there was a white flute inside, and an ordinary dark silver ring lying beside it, which seemed to have nothing special about it.

After a long time, the general sitting under Zefa stretched out his hand first, picked up the flute and looked at it carefully, and then raised it to his lips for a try, then took it away a little, and said with a smile, "Dumuzi hundreds The untold secret of the year, the most important treasure of the country, the flute of the new moon, can ordinary people really play it?"

While speaking, the man looked down at the bottom of the conference table, "What should I do, little girl?"

"Put on the ring." Qiantui Baisui replied quietly, "Wear it on the little finger of the left hand, and then try it." He stretched out his hand and tapped the tray in the air, and then continued, "Including Guen Lude, Dumuzi has been the king , always wear it on the left hand.”

Waiting for the other party to be suspicious, pick up the ring and put it on, and put the flute close to his lips again, Chitose Baisui said again, "Try it anyway, there is no loss, and if it doesn't work, there will be a future king~"

Before she finished speaking, she heard a [Woo——], similar to some kind of whistle sound, monotonous and sharp, but obviously a high-pitched note.

Xu Shi was caught off guard, the man breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, then let go of the flute, took off the ring and put it on the tray, and finally smiled as if he was a little embarrassed, and said, "Playing this flute I don’t know the elegant technique, which guy should try playing a song.”

……

There was silence for two seconds, and the tray was pushed in front of the next seat.

The one who was also full of curiosity did the same... also only blew a long monotone.

Perhaps all the admirals in the conference room have been curious about the flute of the new moon that "only the king is allowed to play" for a long time, or they just want to experience a legend for themselves, and the flute and ring are demonstrated in turn.

In the next period of time, the conference room was filled with notes that were mellow and clear or thick and long, but no one could play a complete song.

The highest level is that a certain general played the ditty of his hometown, a cheerful and bright wild song in just a few minutes.

After finally satisfying their curiosity, the admirals put the tray in front of Polusalino and the others.

"I definitely don't know how to do this." Qiantui Baisui first revealed his shortcomings, "I have a tone deafness, and I'm prone to getting dizzy."

Hearing this, Polusalino's movements paused, and his eyes fell on Sakaski next door to her, but he saw his classmate with a solemn expression, as if he was facing a big enemy, "Hold it horizontally or vertically take?"

"Are you kidding me?" The corner of Polusalino's mouth trembled, and he stared at the two next to him for about half a minute before accepting his fate with black lines on his face, "Okay, okay~"

Leave it to me to play the flute, and I know that none of you know this 'elegant' thing, including the generals in the room, none of them can play a melody that you can listen to, Polusalino expressed his sadness .

Just now, the whole room was full of high and low rhythms, and the ears hurt. After destroying the ears, I found that everyone could not laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps, so the meeting table began to discuss whether to go out and recruit soldiers who could play the flute, so as to ensure that the New Moon Ceremony will be held tomorrow night. , the siren refused to appear because the sound of the flute was too unpleasant, (￣△￣;).

Polusalino, who accidentally has knowledge and common sense and added a few artistic accomplishments by the way, said that it is a burden for people to know too much, especially when you are surrounded by second-hand goods.

Polusalino was convinced that apart from fighting, the people present rarely had any other hobbies on weekdays.

It’s fine for the generals, it’s fine for a thousand years, but Sakalski...Porusalino doesn’t believe that this San Wu, who usually likes to play ditties with leaves, can even hold the flute horizontally and vertically I don't even know, I'm clearly pretending to be stupid!

……

Grimly squinting at the side, Sakaski, who continued to exude black air, looked away, Polusalino retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to take the ring on the tray, paused strangely, and then turned his face away Thirty degrees.

"Hundred years old, help me put it on." While pretending to be unintentional, he handed out his hand for a few points, and silently (╯▽╰), while using his free hand to take the flute, "I will play for you tomorrow night, and you will play the flute at the age of [-]." Are you dancing?"

After a few seconds, Polusalino tossed the flute in his hand, and tried to confuse his attention innocently, "I haven't heard of the seven-fold veil dance you mentioned last time~"

As expected, she was fooled, her eyes drifted a few times, and she suddenly laughed guiltily, "Don't worry about that kind of thing, uh~ isn't there a seven-fold gauze dance here?"

While speaking, he reached out and took the ring he handed to her, and put it on his hand in a trance, "The general of the Warring States Period also looked at a loss, so you haven't heard of it?"

Polusalino has a face (=￣w￣=).

……

She gently stroked his skin with her soft fingertips, another cold touch covered her little finger, slowly pushed in, and finally stuck to the end of the joint and stopped.

After finishing the movement, Chitose Baisui let go of his hand, raised his face a little, his eyes glowed...

Before she could recover, Polusalino approached the flute in the other hand and said with a smile, "What kind of material do you think it is made of for a hundred years old? Do you want to see it?"

She froze for a moment, lowered her eyelashes again, caught one end of the flute with her unretracted hand, rubbed it in the palm of her hand for a moment, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Ivory? Or..."

Pausing for a few seconds, he raised his eyes again, then let go of the flute, and clasped his hand wearing the tail ring with a flip of his wrist. His fingertips slid gently on the edge of the ring. After a while, his brows frowned more tightly, "Pattern..."

"Hundred years old, you found out~ What a smart girl." Polusari raised his eyebrows, looking at her with a hint of doting and surprise, "they are not the right weight."

The material of the Ocarina of the Crescent and the ring, whether it is jade or precious metal, both have the wrong weight.

"The ring is hollow." Polusalino smiled half flatteringly and half complacently at her, "It should be resonance, look at Bai Sui, am I right?"

While speaking, he changed the flute of the Crescent Moon to the hand wearing the ring, raised it to his lips again, and began to show her his guess according to the playing method.

The melody played by the Crescent Flute in his hand is no different from the music played by ordinary flutes. Perhaps his technique is not good enough to reach the level of supreme beauty.

It's just that, similarly, among his slightly low-pitched flute sound, there was a faint, almost indistinguishable thin sound mixed unconsciously.

In other words, the sound waves of the tune played by the Crescent Flute are transmitted to the ring on the little finger, and after the hollow ring vibrates, a sound wave is produced.

To Polusalino's ears, the sound wave was like the wind blowing across the water, and it was like the first new bud blooming on the branch in spring, delicate and moist, which made people happy.

But for some reason, Chitose Baisui, who was originally calm, gradually became weird.

……

As if hearing some inconceivable voice, her eyes widened slightly at first, and gradually, a thin layer of sweetness appeared on her face, her eyes were misty, and her breathing rate began to become disordered.

In an instant, as if she suddenly woke up again, her face suddenly changed drastically, she stood up abruptly, and took a step back with great vigilance, her eyes lingering with murderous intent.

Before Polusalino could react, a black shadow flashed across his eyes without warning, his breathing stopped slightly in surprise, and the sound of the flute disappeared immediately.

After the astonishment passed, Polusalino saw an extra ball of hair on the table. The flowers were not slipping away, the forelimbs were slightly lowered, and the hairs from the forehead skin to the tip of the tail were all blown out. It was a standard posture ready to pounce at any time.

It's a ball, but how did it come about?

After a deep growl, Qiuqiu, who was originally quiet and well-behaved, stared at a pair of pure silver eyes and bared his teeth fiercely at him, obviously in a state of hostility.

Glancing at the ball that appeared strangely on the conference table, Polusalino then turned his attention to Chitose and Centenarian, "Century—"

It was locked in the cabin before they went out, and it appeared inexplicably at this moment. Polusalino could not detect it in advance, as if it had been born out of thin air. What's even more strange is that Qiuqiu shouldn't have an attack consciousness towards him.

If Qiuqiu is able to be in tune with its master during the evolution process after recognizing its master, then its hostility comes from thousands of years old.

Or should I say, it was because after hearing him playing the flute of the new moon, Qiansui Baisui suddenly became murderous.

why?

……

"Hundred years old!" Polusalino raised his hands and put on a harmless look, "Hundred years old, what did you hear?"

She paused imperceptibly, her eyes lingering on him for a moment, then suppressed her dangerous breath, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Call, I hear the call."

After a short silence, she put down her hand, and she showed half a headache and half mocking eyes, and smiled softly, "The call to breed, the sound of the flute is tempting me to jump over and tear your clothes."

Polusalino, "..."