Ta, ta, ta!
The wolf cavalry madly galloped forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Gradually, the terrain became more and more rugged. It seemed like they were running towards a tall mountain.
Everyone noticed that along the way, there were more and more young wolf riders joining them. Their faces were filled with respect, and like a stream flowing into the sea, they turned into a flood of steel that followed behind them, just like how they had followed the five-colored war god.
Excitement!
Nervousness!
Excitement!
Anticipation!
Although none of the wolf cavalry said a single word along the way, everyone could easily tell from their actions that these crippled wolf cavalry had already retired. However, the wolf cavalry still existed, and even more young people had become members of the wolf cavalry.
Did this mean that the one they were going to meet was the Five-Colored War God? Was that why their expressions were so solemn and respectful?
The zither music was low and light, seemingly confirming their suspicions. More and more wolf cavalry appeared, even surpassing the number of wolf cavalry that had been present at the beginning. They advanced like a torrent of steel.
They went further and further, higher and higher, passing through the forest, over the grass, over the stream, over the mountain stream …
When they were about to reach the summit, the well-trained wolf cavalry uniformly slowed down. Their expressions became even more solemn and respectful, as if they were afraid of alarming someone.
Everyone became even more excited and expectant. Could it be that the Five-Colored War God lived on this summit? It seemed that it would appear very soon.
But very quickly, everyone frowned. There was nothing on the summit, only a large, flat area. Could it be that the Five-Colored War God did not live here, but had arranged to meet them here?
The young wolf riders suddenly stopped and watched as the disabled veterans dismounted from their mounts. They supported each other as they walked towards a cliff at the top of the mountain. Their gazes were filled with envy, as if that place was a holy land that could not be desecrated by others, and they did not have the right to approach it.
Everyone's curiosity was piqued. What could be at the bottom of the cliff? Just what were these veterans planning to do? They couldn't be planning to collectively jump off the cliff, could they?
At the edge of the cliff, the veterans took off the bags on their backs and put on their tattered armor. Only then did everyone realize that the bags contained their former wolf cavalry armor.
This made them even more curious. They could not even walk properly, so why were they wearing armor?
The veterans quickly changed into their armors. Even though many of them had lost their legs, they still changed into their armors with the help of their comrades. They supported each other as they walked towards the edge of the cliff.
Behind them, the young wolf riders stood ramrod straight, gazing at them with respect and envy.
The veterans straightened their bodies and lined up in the same formation as before, as if they were being inspected by the five-colored God of War. They stared fixedly at the bottom of the cliff, raised their fists in unison, and smashed them heavily on their chests.
Everyone knew that this was the wolf cavalry's military salute, but they were even more puzzled. Just what was at the bottom of the cliff? Could it be that the Five-Colored War God lived under the cliff?
The melody was melodious, and the image changed. The scene displayed caused everyone's blood to boil, and their brains to explode with a bang.
At the bottom of the cliff was a huge green mountain, and the entire mountain had been carved into a statue. The statue was a vivid and lifelike Five-colored War God.
The sound of the piano came quietly, but everyone seemed to have not noticed it. They were still immersed in the huge shock. The magnificent statue was exquisite, as if it was made by nature. It was definitely not something that could be done by humans.
"Is the God of War dead?"
After a long time, someone sighed in relief and said faintly.
"Impossible, he's the God of War. How could the God of War die? A statue can't prove anything, right? "
Xilin immediately retorted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She actually knew very well that the God of War was definitely dead. Otherwise, why would he not show himself?
Instead, he was carved into a statue as a memorial? However, she was unwilling to accept this fact no matter what, so she argued irrationally.
"Those veterans are clearly here to pay their respects. The God of War is definitely dead. What a pity."
A sentimental woman said with tears in her eyes.
"He's not dead, he's definitely not dead. He's just recovering from his heavy injuries. He will never die. Those veterans are just here to visit him, not to pay their respects."
Xilin roared with red eyes.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Whether the God of War is dead or not, you can ask Mr. Ding."
Seeing that Xilin was anxious, the old squad leader Kong Lingxi hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over for fear of another conflict.
Xilin's eyes brightened. She immediately rushed to Ding Ning, who was standing up from the piano, and asked hurriedly, "Ding Ning, the God of War is not dead, right? He's definitely not dead, right? "
Diba didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stepped forward and held her back. "Xilin, this is just a song. It's all fictional. There's no such person as the God of War."
"Yes, there must be. It's not fictional. Ding Ning, he's not fictional, is he? He's real, isn't he? "
Xilin's eyes were red and swollen. There was a pitiful and pleading look in her eyes, which made Ding Ning's heart soften. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Yes, he's real."
"Right? I said he must be real. Then, he's not dead, right? He's just recovering from his heavy injuries, right? "
Xilin was completely immersed in her role. She stared at Ding Ning and asked with longing and expectation.
"Yes, he's not dead. He's time-traveled. I don't know which world he's gone to. Maybe he's come to Earth."
Ding Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry in the face of Diba's reproachful eyes. He could only bluff.
"Time-traveled? It's good that he's time-traveled. It's even better if he's time-traveled to Earth. Alas, why did I get married so early? I should wait for him. He's the one I'm destined to be. No, I have to get a divorce and be single again. "
Xilin muttered in annoyance as if she was possessed. Ding Ning was dumbfounded and secretly mourned for Anival.
"Oh, you, you're happy now."
Diba stared at Ding Ning and said reproachfully.
"I didn't expect her to be so immersed in her role. You can't blame me."
Ding Ning speechlessly scratched his head. His face was full of black lines.
"Alas! Anival is very good to her. She actually likes him in her heart. It's just that she has a strong resistance to the marriage arranged by her family. That's why she's always yelling about it. It's only because Anival loves her deeply that he can stand her bad temper. "
Diba looked at Xilin, who became happy again and ran to enthusiastically discuss with her classmates whether the God of War was dead or not. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Ding Ning gave a wry smile and said, "I hope they don't make any trouble. If they get divorced because of this, I will be guilty."
"Yes, but this also shows the success of your song. It has the ability to bewitch people."
Diba said in admiration.
"What about you? Have you been bewitched? "
Ding Ning asked teasingly.
What a joke. When he played the piano, he used his spiritual power. All the people here were ordinary people. It would be strange if they were not bewitched.
Diba's pretty face blushed. She flirtatiously rolled her eyes at him. She wrinkled her cute little nose and said proudly, "You want to bewitch me with a song? Don't even think about it."
"Then what else do you want me to use to bewitch you? How about I devote my life to you? "
Ding Ning smiled ambiguously and teased.
"Go away. You're so serious all day. By the way, have you named this song?"
Diba had never heard such ambiguous words. Her pretty face suddenly turned as red as if she had smeared rouge on it.
She hurriedly avoided his hot gaze and changed the topic.
"I'll give you the naming rights."
Ding Ning was not good at naming, so he said casually.
"What's the big deal about giving it to me? This is a song you created."
Diba felt sweet in her heart, but she still said one thing and meant another.
"Hey hey, who are we? What's mine is yours. What's yours … Uh, it's still yours."
Ding Ning smirked and was about to continue teasing her. But when he saw Diba glaring at him fiercely as if he had expected it, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly changed his words.
Diba smiled proudly. "Since you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly give you a name. By the way, can you give me a copy of the music score? I also want to practice this song. "
"Of course, didn't I say that what's mine is yours? I'll write down the music score for you later."
Ding Ning's words revealed an ambiguous meaning, which made Diba unable to resist. She shyly said that she was going to accompany Shanshan and fled.
Ding Ning touched his chin and smirked. He didn't expect that a tomboy could be so cute when she was shy.
"Mr. Ding, you're a genius. I misjudged you before."
Li Mingrui suddenly walked over and whispered in his ear.
"Boss Li, you flatter me."
Ding Ning said modestly without batting an eyelid. Looking at Li Mingrui's spring breeze-like smile, Ding Ning was a little confused about his tricks. Li Mingrui wanted to kill him before, but now he let go of the former hatred and became a friend?
He did not deny that there might be bosom friends like Boya and Zi Qi in this world, but it definitely did not include the scheming Li Mingrui in front of him. He did not believe that a song could make this rival in love put down all prejudices and shake hands with him.
"Mr. Ding, you should also know that I have no other hobbies except for the piano. Today, after listening to Mr. Ding's song, I feel deeply ashamed of my inferiority and am very interested in this song. I wonder if Mr. Ding can make a copy of the music score for me, so that I can play it when I'm free."
Li Mingrui's eyes flickered, and he said his purpose in a dignified manner.
In his opinion, Ding Ning would soon be a dead man, but it would be a pity if such a good song could not exist with his death. Therefore, even if he was extremely jealous, he could only smile obsequiously and get the music score first.
"No problem, it's just a small matter."
Ding Ning agreed very readily, but he sneered in his heart. No wonder this guy was arrogant and then respectful. It turned out that he wanted to get his music score.
But he could not figure out what this guy could do even if he got the music score. He was still the original author. Would he dare to shamelessly say that he was the one who created it?
"That's great. I can't wait. I wonder if Mr. Ding can write it down now, so that I can get familiar with it as soon as possible."
Li Mingrui rubbed his hands and said with embarrassment. Seeing that Ding Ning's eyes were a little strange, he hurriedly smiled and flattered, "It's mainly because this song is so good that I want to start practicing as soon as I get home at night. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't sleep at night."
This answer seemed to be impeccable, but Ding Ning still faintly felt that something was wrong. But he was bold because of his skill, and he was not afraid of any conspiracy at all. He did not take it seriously and casually agreed, "Okay, I just promised Diba to write one for her, so let's write one together."
"Okay, thank you so much, Mr. Ding. I'll ask someone to send paper and pen."
Li Mingrui thanked him with a happy face.
But he sneered in his heart. "Diba has one, so what? Anyway, she will become mine tonight. Isn't hers mine?
When you disappear from the world, this song will be my original work. I want the person, and I want the name. "
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