Chapter 243 My Best Friend

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Who would have thought that an accidental trip, an inadvertent invitation, and a unique singing would create a dreamlike spectacle like a miracle.

The blooming fluorescent flowers, the fruits hanging on the branches, seem to have stepped into reality from a dream, and came to the side, making people feel so unreal, just want to touch and watch repeatedly to confirm their own cognition.

Fruits are rare for the residents on the grasslands, because in this era, transportation and preservation are inconvenient, and the fruits from the south are very expensive to transport to the grasslands. sweet stuff.

The oily and blandness of the past was washed away by the slightly sour and sweet pulp, and a different kind of beauty was perceived by people, and the venue at night was full of cheers.

"Elani!"

A strange cry came, a strong man with a huge voice shouted so much.

"Elani!"

Several people next to them also began to shout, and they raised their hands and looked excited.

"Elani!"

"Elani!"

"Elani!"

More and more people joined in, and they chanted the name, until finally the whole venue was immersed in this wave of cheers, and the resounding voice continued to reverberate on the pitch-black field and spread to all directions.

Elani, the daughter of the flames, the girl who healed Kedaren with singing in ancient legends.

Wearing a crown of emerald green branches, wearing a white dress, and bare feet, she walked out of the fire, healed Kedaren's arrow wound with singing, and then let him sleep and rest for three days. , defeated the king of wolf heads and took him under his command. This is the story recorded in "The Poem of Fire" and one of the origins of Scarlet Singer.

The world-famous Cang Song Ji and Fei Zhi Song Ji have always been the highest honors given to singers.

Roland Hill opened his eyes and looked at this cheering and frenzied ocean, feeling a little overwhelmed.

At first, she just wanted to bring out the magic of nature for the performance effect, but for some reason, when she was immersed in the singing with her emotions and emotions, the light spots formed by these natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating the surrounding Plants start to grow.

The nutrients that were lacking in the past were provided and promoted by magic, and when the girl reacted from the immersed singing, these young branches and seedlings had become big trees with dense branches and leaves, bearing thick fruits.

Niya looked at the girl in the white dress sitting among the branches and leaves on the roof of the car, as if it was the first time she knew this roommate. So this is the real Lorraine? So dreamy, yet beautiful, and far away.

The bard and other travelers beside the vehicle also looked at the blue-haired girl in shock. Open your mouth.

Everyone in the audience cheered Elani's praise and slowly rushed forward, but when they approached the carriage that the girl was sitting on, they unconsciously wanted to stop. So beautiful that one cannot bear to desecrate this flawless pure being.

"Everyone be quiet."

The great shaman who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, and he shook the copper bell on the wooden staff in his hand, making everyone quiet down gradually.

The crowded crowd separated to both sides like a tide. The old shaman wearing colorful foreheads walked in the middle, followed by several other shamans. They came from several large tribes and could basically represent most of the forces on the grassland.

There are more than 40 tribes on the ancient Fia grassland, and only 5 have a population of more than 2 million, namely wolf ears, lion mane, leopard ears, cow head, and antlers. There are many branches under these large tribes. For example, the cave lion is one of the branches of the lion's mane, and the white wolf and the black wolf are one of the branches of the wolf ear.

Today's great shaman is from the branch of the Antler tribe, the Hanlu tribe. The bifurcated horns on the head are inscribed with unknown symbols and words, and there are also small bronze medals and jade stones hanging from them, making a ding-dong sound when walking.

The big shaman walked to the front of the car and stopped slowly. At this time, Roland Hill felt that it was rude to sit on the roof of the car, so he jumped down, and then lightly tapped his toes on the grass, and then stood up easily. .

"Hello, unseen guest, the new legendary singer." The old shaman spoke in praise, and his long, thick brown beard swayed along with it.

"Hello, I took the liberty to disturb the conference." Roland Hill nodded slightly, with a little embarrassment on his face. While others were having a good flame party, he put out almost all the pillars of fire in the arena.

"It's nothing, as long as the fire in the altar doesn't go out." The great shaman didn't care and continued.

"And the fact that you brought this party is our rare surprise in a hundred years."

"I haven't heard such a beautiful song for a long time. Maybe the Dusk Brigade back then couldn't reach this level."

The old shaman sighed slightly, and then asked, "Can you talk, not only me, but many people present are longing for the beautiful world you portrayed with your singing."

"Me too, very interested."

"No problem, but I'm taking my friend with me."

Loren Hill nodded, then raised her white wrist as white as the moon and pointed at the ordinary girl sitting in the corner.

The great shaman looked at the slightly short ordinary girl, as if thinking of something, and then said, "Is that shofar girl your friend?"

"Yes, she is one of my best friends at all times." The girl replied softly, everything was so natural.

Niya looked at the layers of eyes around her, including envy, jealousy, and

With eagerness and various eyes, the restless heart in the past suddenly settled down, as if the falling stone finally touched the solid and soft ground, so firm and reassuring.

Even if I am as small as a firefly, can I stand with that bright moon?

Can an ordinary existence like me be seen by the world?

It turns out that I am not the grass clippings on the side of the road, an existence that is forgotten at any time, even if I am so inconspicuous, I can be remembered and recognized by "she".

A stream of heat flowed in my heart, warming the humble and weak heart.

Even if he can't get results in the flame conference this time, even if he can't graduate from Emenas smoothly, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

The world is changing and impermanent, like the clouds in the sky, unpredictable, but in such a bumpy life, she has found a partner who can walk with her.

Good friends are like treasures that are hard to come by.

At this moment, the girl with shofar carrying a treasure in her arms stood up from the crowd, walked out slowly, stood beside her friend and said hello to the great shaman.

"Hello Mr. Unuk, I'm Nya of the Sheephorn tribe."

The brown short-haired girl with shofar bowed her head slightly, then raised her head again, her face in the moonlight reminding the shaman of the night when the wildfire burned, that strong and weak face.

"Sure enough, it's still you."