Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

So if you pull it up, you won’t be able to see it~

"(Sign language: Are you worried about the angels?)"

"yes…!"

The spirit withered in the middle of the speech, and the girl felt ashamed again, drowning her usual vivacity, and even her steps became heavy.

"...I almost threw my fist out."

"(Sign language: go to them and apologize)

In fact, Lin Yun himself does not know sign language very well.

But in reality, after I regained my energy, apart from sitting in a wheelchair and going to the archery gym to practice bows every day, I spent a lot of time left.Remembering that I "can't speak" in the game, I watched the video graphics and learned sign language for the disabled.

This feeling is very strange,

In reality and in the game, the self is so similar, yet so different,

Either the disabled in action or the "disabled" in expression, urged by the opportunity, have found a way to overcome it.

Oh, what's even more amazing... Earth's sign language can communicate with Terra?

"It's true that I should apologize, but... I don't know where they are now. Do you know, Kobayashi?"

"(Sign language: I don't know either)"

He smiled silently at her, and then added: "(Sign language: I'll go find it with you.)"

"Well, thank you~"

The girl turned her head forward, refreshed, but her bright eyes began to blink tangledly, her red lips bit slightly as if embarrassed, and just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Lin Yun's unknowing hand.

"(Sign language: Wait.)"

"...Eh? What's the matter?"

"(Sign language: It seems very lively ahead?)"

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Volume 240 Columbia: Chapter [-] The Wolves' Art Performance

The crowd was densely packed, and the singing that resembled Yan Guoyu echoed in front of the crowd...

Not caring about so much, the old man Joey hurried to the end of the residential resettlement area, trying to push away the crowd blocking there, but it was too dense, so he had to let his companion stand on tiptoe.

"What the hell is going on, what's going on with this singing...! What are they trying to do...!" The old man held the Lateran cross nervously.

The companion tried on tiptoe but failed, turned his head and clapped his hands, and hugged the old man's waist.

"Master Joey, I'll hug you!"

Being hugged hard, Joey looked over the crowd of onlookers, and saw a street-wide distance in the residential area, standing on a simple stage and singing loudly, a neutral but handsome and heroic girl from the Lubo ethnic group.

In front of the stage, there were many Ruppellos, and a few Fengtu, Kuranta, and Riboli were scattered here and there.

As we all know, a lot of people is lively, and people just want to join in the fun, and performances can't be silent, so except for some players who have performances, the other players have an average stage atmosphere.

The Lubo girl sang hard. The language used in the lyrics did not seem to be the Yan Guo language that Joey understood, but this did not prevent him from hearing the will to fight in the song from the melody and rhyme. The girl's sassy voice is like a long and fearless battle epic.

Despite the language barrier, the turbulent emotions still crossed the gully and poured deeply into the old man's heart, immersed in the melody, and the trembling hands subconsciously eased...

After tasting all the songs, the Wolves players who acted as the "atmosphere group" in the audience applauded, and rushed off the stage as if fleeing from purgatory, blushing in shame.

"Your mother's boss didn't turn on the translator ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The girl threw herself into the young man's arms and clamped her tail tightly, while the young man on one side encouraged her.

"It's okay, big sister! You are very good to be able to sing "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" so passionately!"

"Malu, you, you, you!!!"

The Perot boy shrugged and smiled innocently, and immediately drew out an Origin Stone spell-casting unit from his sleeve, inserted it obliquely into his belt and shouted!

"Henshin! Origin steel!!"

"carbon!!!"

When Lin Yun and Bagpi arrived at the scene, the "performance" on the stage had already been replaced with a new one.

"Even if I disappear here! I must take everyone to the new world!!"

The armored knight in black and white armor rebuked the injustice of fate, swung his iron fist to repel and knock down the grey-armored "miscellaneous soldiers" who would commit crimes, and used throwing skills, exaggerated interpretations and self-written lines that are quite characteristic of stage fighting, and even the more standing The bagpipes far away all made an "oh--?" and stretched their necks.

"Xiao Lin, what are you all doing there? Are you performing a show?"

"..."

... Isn't this the Kamen Rider...

Of course, Lin Yun didn't speak. The girl Va Yifan jumped onto the side rock curiously, looking at the "martial arts performance" on the stage. From memory, it seems to be somewhat similar to Dongguo's "special film"?

"Let's spend Christmas with barbecue!!!"

"He said it's ready!!!"

The employees of Montenegro devoted themselves to interpreting the story of the game between good and evil on the stage. The hearty atmosphere is not so much a performance as a full-body immersion in the role.

Using the mouth to simulate the sound effect, using the air to simulate the special effect, and then knocked the opponent off the stage with real punches, the girl was infected by the joyful atmosphere, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously evoked a hint of joy.

"Here, what are they Lubo doing?"

"I don't know, it seems to be performing a show for us?"

"You don't really need to hit people with your fists in a show..."

The crowd of onlookers was still increasing, and the voices of discussion about the players' performance gradually increased. Soon, a refugee who had been a businessman who had access to the Internet pointed out.

"These may be Dongguo's special photos!"

"Special film... Will you use flying kicks to send extra performers off stage?"

"Watch it anyway! What a beautiful opera!"

"Oh, the protagonist has also been sent down!"

Malu, who was kicked down by the "villain", lifted his "knight form". "Dream" has finally come true! ! !

"As long as I desire, fate will be on my side! I can finally be a hero!!!!"

"All of us are together, our destiny is ours!" Malu cheered excitedly, Shen Lin patted the faceless Purgatory of "Conscious Social Death" with his left hand, and tapped Va Yifan, who was waiting for the battle with his right hand, and was startled.

"Xian Jing, are you all ready?"

"Everything is ready!!"

Before completely turning into a medical student, Xian Jing actually had a few years of singing experience. Although it was a temporary pick-up, it was just a game. Why bother to be so nervous?

After high-fiving other players along the road, Xian Jing took off his cloak and stood on the stage with his head held high.

Then turned to the bagpipes and the residential area and waited for the crowd, and saw a young boy from the Vajvan tribe, who was as handsome as a girl, break away from the crowd and walk onto the stage.

The song Xian Jing sang is the English folk song "Scarborough Fair", a love song that can be traced back to the Middle Ages.

Originally, Xian Jing's real voice is rough and powerful, just like the "loud male" used by the police in Hong Kong movies, Zhang Fei's voice with chest echo.

As a result, in the game, because the character's appearance is so handsome that "a girl who draws a girl insists on being a man", so Xian Jing's rough, river-like voice has become a gurgling water, clear and deep, reverberating over the heads of every listener.

The melodious singing voice and the unique beauty of the melody of "Scarborough Fair" made everyone across time and space, as if they were in a magnificent and dignified auditorium, and their thoughts fluttered with the singing, making people feel stunned and stunned. To the other side of the depths of memory.

Some saw the wives and children who were separated during the turmoil, some saw the warm fireplace in the old home, some saw the mother making coffee, and some saw the majestic working environment of the new post.

The restless human voice is soothed by the singing, and the sympathy for beauty makes every suffering heart uncontrollable. The wind comes from the desert, clips the singing, and disappears into the rocky hillock amidst the sand and waste in the depths of the desert.

……

In Luanshigang, a transaction between two groups is going on in an orderly manner.

"Trust me, friend, these are all high-end products that came out of a cutting-edge laboratory in Columbia after it was seized."

"How do I know this is a high-end product?"

The little green-haired Du Lin raised his head and looked at the businessman with the head of the iron barrel. Du Lin was opening a cloth bag beside him, revealing the half-filled beet seeds inside.

"I have one grown from this kind of seed here, do you want to have a taste?"

"...One of these will be exchanged for my whole fleet of dry food," Mushroom frowned as he stared at Cannault and the half-gnawed beet in his hand.

"I feel a bit at a loss."

"Do you think that this high-yielding seed cannot appear in my hands? Oh, you are mistaken friends, none of the leaders who control the food have got it, of course they will let this thing that threatens their banknotes come out of this world destroy."

"........."

"So this is a good deal my friend, there is no better place to avoid their tentacles than this desert."

"........."

The eyebrows behind the iron bucket were raised, and the humorous voice joked: "Don't you think it's not enough?"

"Okay, okay...my friend, I have never seen a more greedy Doolin than you."

Cannault took out a stack of documents from the inside of the cloak. On the cover of the document bag, the national emblem of Colombia was faintly printed.

Mushroom took the file bag and saw the pattern on it at a glance,

"what is this?"

"Maybe it's some sham project, maybe it's some bureaucratic treasure, who knows."

"You don't know what's inside?"

"Oh, I'm no weapons expert, my friend."

"........."

Mushroom stared at Cannott, then looked at the Durin caravan behind him, put away the file bag and raised his little hand.

"Happy Trading."

"Haha, I knew you couldn't refuse this gift~"

The two shook hands and exchanged goods with each other. One team was full and the other was empty. Mushroom watched Cannault go away, and handed the seeds and file bags to Zhenjin.

"We just trusted this npc?"

"After walking for so long, I haven't met a buyer other than him, otherwise?"

You can't go back with a bunch of goods, can you?

Mushroom records the ledger, and then draws a few strokes on the map, like the dried mushrooms and dried seamarks carried by the Durin caravan, which should be considered popular in the Vilas desert, but so far I have only encountered that iron bucket Head, this is a bit helpless...

But assuming the other party didn't lie to me, high-yield beet seeds are indeed worth more than a cart of food.

"Get up, everyone,"

After closing the ledger, Mushroom turned to greet him.

"It's time to go back to the city."

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Volume 240 Columbia: Chapter [-] is a hidden copy again? ? ?

The Dulin caravan was on its way back, leaving a row of shadows on the loess beach slope under the bright sun.

The sunset in the world of Terra, all the players quit the game one after another, and started their daytime life in the real world.

*Earth

*Official group of "Terra Land"

Sloped: Ahhhhhhh...the sand is so hot, it's going to die...

FOUR.EXE: Good news, good news, the in-game screenshot function will be unlocked soon! !