In the decision-making room, Xuan Niao's expression twitched.
His hand that was holding the teacup trembled slightly.
Toothache.
What the f * ck is going on …
Why didn't I beat this embarrassing thing to death back then? How good would it be to end it all.
Originally, he had always thought that although Kuafu was a little silly, lazy, liked to court death, and lacked women, at least he was still a good child. He could still be saved. At most, he could teach him more setbacks.
In the end, so many setbacks didn't wake this fool up at all. Now, he was courting death and flirting with grandma …
Grandma's house.
What was the seniority of the Qing Emperor's old lady?
She was the elder that even Xuan Niao had to greet as a junior when he saw her! Even his teacher, Lu Wu of the previous generation, had to call her Elder Sister obediently when he saw her …
In the end, how could a fool like you walk on the road of death while singing and dancing?
He couldn't even stop him.
Did he really think that the Wood Spirit Corpse Forest behind Mount Yu Dai grew out of thin air?
It seemed that the lesson from the Sea Reclamation Eye wasn't enough.
Xuan Niao held the teacup and made the future arrangements expressionlessly. When he came back, he would find an excuse to send him to let Tyr beat him up twice …
In this regard, Kuafu and the Qing Emperor had joined forces. With their extraordinary output and defense, as well as unreasonable healing methods and recovery effects, there was no need to worry at all. On the other side, there was also the cooperation of Hundun and Bai Ze, so he didn't need to worry.
As for the field …
He looked at the snowy frozen city.
He looked at the praises who had descended into the dead city and Huai Shi who had walked into the building.
Things were getting interesting.
.
.
Under the light of the crystal lamp, the hall was filled with the fragrance of citrus.
A soft melody echoed in his ears.
Not far away, the sound of chatting and laughing came from the teahouse and lounge.
The warm wind blew in his face, making Huai Shi in a daze for a moment.
"Name?"
The manager behind the front desk looked up and asked.
"…"
Huai Shi's expression twitched. He turned back and looked out of the window. Outside the window, the dead silent city in the ice and snow was like a ruin. The cold wind whimpered, and ice and snow fell endlessly from the sky.
But when he raised his head and looked at everything in front of him again, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
From the moment he stepped into this place, it was as if he had entered another world, another dream that should not have appeared here.
Now, the character in his dream was standing in front of Huai Shi.
"Name, sir," the front desk manager asked politely.
"Russell."
Huai Shi answered instantly.
"Alright, Mr. Huai Shi." The front desk manager lowered his head to record. "Age?"
"… Ninety? More than a hundred? I didn't notice. Just think of me as an old man. "Huai Shi sighed.
"Nineteen."
The manager at the front desk continued to write. After looking up at him, he lowered his head and continued, "In terms of gender, it should be male."
"Impudent! How dare you assume my gender?" Huai Shi raised his eyebrows, almost writing the word 'exhausted' on his face.
But the smiling front desk manager still didn't care.
He just pushed a black card in front of Huai Shi.
"It's a pity that we can no longer provide you with accommodation and catering services, but I guess you may not be here for this." The manager at the front desk nodded and said goodbye with a smile. "The elevator is on your right. The manager will receive you in the reception room on the top floor."
"…"
In silence, Huai Shi looked down at the black card on the table. After a long time, he sighed, picked it up, turned around, and walked toward the elevator.
However, after taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back behind him.
In the hotel lobby, where singing and dancing were thriving, soft music still echoed.
"Hey, are you still alive?" he asked the front desk manager.
The front desk manager, who lowered his head to deal with his work, smiled slightly and didn't answer.
He just bent down and bowed with his hand on his chest.
He respectfully sent him off.
The elevator closed.
Surrounded by the elegant ancient style, Huai Shi in the elevator felt that he was rising steadily. In the end, he stopped at the top.
Outside the open elevator door, there was only one road.
At the end of the red carpet, there was an open door.
In front of the desk, a middle-aged man in a black suit stood upright and nodded slightly to the visitor. "Welcome, Mr. Huai Shi."
"To be honest, I'm not sure whether this is an illusion or something else."
Huai Shi looked around, reached out, and touched the flower in the bottle. The flower seemed to feel the breath of the same origin and gave back real and subtle joy.
"It doesn't matter if it's an illusion left behind by the past."
The manager smiled indifferently and gestured for Huai Shi to sit down. "Lucky people like us have been blessed by miracles to be able to continue to this day by chance.
Even if it becomes an illusion, it doesn't seem unacceptable. "
"What kind of test is this?" Huai Shi asked curiously. "You issue a task, and I help you solve it. After that, you give me the thing, and I turn around and leave …"
"Ah?"
The manager was stunned for a long time, as if he had found an unexpected path. "Can it be like this?"
"… Isn't it like this?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
"Of course not."
The manager spread his hands. "Would a group of illusions from the past have any desires? Besides, what we want has already been given to me. "
When he said this, he showed a nostalgic smile.
"In contrast, I'm more curious …"
The manager suddenly asked, "What do you want, Mr. Huai Shi?"
When the question was asked, the pair of calm eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of magnificent brilliance, reflecting Huai Shi's soul and consciousness.
A question that could not be refused.
There was also no room for any lies.
Waiting for the answer that emerged from the deepest part of the soul.
Then, the moment the answer emerged, he was stunned on the spot.
"I want to live a happy life," Huai Shi replied.
Such a wish and desire made the surging blood of Gaia fall into stagnation and silence.
Was it too insignificant or too greedy?
It was difficult to evaluate, but it was not within the scope of realization.
"That's too difficult, Mr. Huai Shi." The manager wiped his sweat awkwardly. "Can you change it?"
"… Hmm, world peace?"
Huai Shi asked again tentatively, "Or, erase hell?"
The manager sighed again. "It's unrealistic no matter how you think about it."
"That's right, it's a little beyond the scope."
Huai Shi scratched his head. "Let me think about it. This, in such a short time, I can't think of anything even if you suddenly ask me …"
"It's okay, you can think about it seriously." The manager comforted him. "As long as you think of it, you can take that card and tell me at any time."
After a short pause, he suddenly showed a sympathetic look.
"However, I'm afraid you don't have much time —"
At that moment, Huai Shi's body suddenly had a premonition of death.
His ten fingers contracted and suddenly clenched subconsciously.
Within the domain of Supreme Symphony's perception, an unprecedented cacophony of noises appeared!
A huge, strange, and strange rhythm, like a choir, suddenly inserted into the sound of the Frozen City, and then quickly usurped the main position, eliminating all the noise.
There was silence between heaven and earth.
Only the last two sound sources were left.
When Huai Shi suddenly turned back and looked out of the window, he caught a glimpse of the huge figure that spread its wings from the ground and rose quickly.
— The Praiser of the Blessed Land!
And the Praiser also looked at him.
The pale face under the black robe showed an excited smile that belonged to a predator. When he waved his hand, there was a sound from the air that converged in one place and quickly converged.
Then, a sound like a scream burst out from his fingertips, toward Huai Shi. Like a giant cannon firing, it crossed a long distance in an instant and arrived in front of Huai Shi.
Huai Shi drew his sword without hesitation and slashed.
He felt the perceptual feedback from Supreme — it was completely different from his own symphony, but it seemed to be the same in a certain range.
The nothingness and the emotions in it were given substance. The scream of despair collided with the blade of the Sword of Virtue, and sparks flew.
Huai Shi slid back a few meters.
The illusion in front of him was finally defeated by the sudden and restless noise. The warmth, the incense, and even the elegant interior decoration disappeared without a trace.
Including the store manager.
Only a skeleton covered in frost behind the long table was left in this dilapidated reception room. The store manager's brooch was pinned to the collar of the deceased who had long passed away.
A faint sigh of regret flashed in the wind.
But Huai Shi had no time to sigh.
A whistling sound broke through the air.
After the gray-black figure brazenly destroyed several floors, it fell from the sky and smashed in front of Huai Shi. Under the hood, the pale face slowly raised, and the corners of the mouth stained with a trace of blood showed a hungry smile.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Huai Shi."
The praiser nodded and greeted, "To be honest, I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time."
"Well, after all, I'm very famous. It takes some time to make an appointment."
Huai Shi looked at the enemy in front of him, but he had no impression of him. He scratched his head in confusion, "Well, have we met before?"
"Not really."
The praiser shook his head and answered patiently, "You have always been unwilling to come to the headquarters of the Hells Music Association. I have not had the chance to meet you because of work."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and showed a scepter symbol surrounded by notes.
Huai Shi suddenly understood.
A calamity musician!
"Ah, we're colleagues. Why didn't you say so earlier! You scared me to death … "
He patted his head, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land, and warmly greeted him, "Where do you work?"
"The Land of Bliss."
The praiser replied, "I work as a performer in the choir."
"It's a good place. It has beautiful mountains and clear waters. And you work under the Element of Destruction. You have a bright future. "Huai Shi clapped his hands and praised," Brother, you have such good conditions. Are you married? "
"I've been widowed for a long time."
The praiser sighed, "Although I have two children, neither of them inherited any talent. What a pity …"
"Children and grandchildren have their own fortune. There are so many good places in the Land of Bliss. What's a pity?" Huai Shi comforted him, "Brother, you are young and promising. Just find a few more wives and have a few more children in the future."
"We'll talk about it when we have the chance." The praiser shook his head and sighed sadly, "I took the liberty to visit you this time because I have a request for you."
"Well said, well said."
Huai Shi patted his chest loudly, "We are all calamity musicians. There is no such thing as a request. Just say it."
"To be honest, over the years, I have been concentrating on meditation and thinking hard to create a new movement for my Lord. Unfortunately, I encountered difficulties in the second movement and was stuck for a long time.
That's why I came here specially … "
At that moment, a stench rushed over in the storm. The praiser grinned, revealing four sharp canine teeth. He no longer concealed the desire in his heart.
"— Material!"
Waiting for him was the burning axe in Huai Shi's hand.
There was also a symphonic movement that, after accumulating power for a long time, made the entire Frozen City sing.
"Concerto of Four Seasons · Winter"!
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