Chapter 604 Turbulence

As the leaves passed by in front of her eyes, the noisy sound in Xiao Lonely's ears suddenly cleared. The cheers and shouts of the audience outside the booth completely disappeared, leaving only bursts of piano music coming from the direction of the stage. She knew that it was coming from the stage. Musicians who appeared before her.

"You play really well!" Little Lonely's wavering thoughts slowed down slightly, but Huang Shengsheng's voice came to his ears:

"In this case, how does it feel?"

"It should be... no problem, right? Probably." Xiao Lonely looked out along the crack of the door and found that the audience in the audience had disappeared, and he was relieved.

She didn't know the spell "Blocking the Eyes with a Leaf", but she had been to the Dreamland after all. Although the method of exploring the Dreamland had not yet been summed up at that time, and there was no Creator to lay down the wedge of rules, she still understood that everything in the Dreamland Everything must be "understood" to be observed.

Therefore, she did not feel strange about the sudden disappearance of the audience, but felt a different kind of peace of mind.

"There is no audience, I am playing the piano alone, but the place where I play is more luxurious! No problem!"

Seeing her eldest sister walking off the stage with her electronic keyboard in her arms, she nodded vigorously as if in self-hypnosis and walked onto the stage holding her guitar.

The guitar melody that had been played countless times produced a somewhat unfamiliar tone under the influence of the speakers.

It's not the sound someone hears through headphones in a closet.

Instead of focusing on the enemy during a battle, you can't remember the sound clearly.

It is not a sound that is obviously being played but has been changed by requirements that have nothing to do with music.

"Is this the sound a guitar should make? This feeling is really... eh, wrong!"

Little Loneliness stood in the center of the stage, just about to welcome that kind of spiritual breakthrough, but suddenly her heart suddenly suddenly hit her. Although her fingers were still playing the familiar melody familiarly, she suddenly realized a problem in her mind (actually It’s the Hero’s Dream that will be immune to mental effects when played correctly, including lying to oneself [laughs])——

"No, no, no, no... In this way, only others can see me? So I am still exposed to the public eye, but I can't see it myself! Everyone is actually looking at me now! How am I playing? Like? Do you like it? Someone must be pointing out it?"

A strong sense of tension suddenly rose. Under the empty stage, countless pairs of eyes seemed to appear out of thin air. They stared at me, some whispered, and some laughed without scruples. Under the intense tension, Little Loneliness was originally smooth. There are also several wrong notes in the piano sound.

"What should I do, what should I do! I actually played it wrong! Everyone must be laughing at me, right? It must be! No, it must be corrected!"

Although I thought so in my heart, the more nervous Little Lonely was, the more likely he was to make mistakes. In just a short paragraph, several wrong sounds had already appeared.

In her field of vision, the mocking, sarcastic, contemptuous faces with all kinds of negative emotions became clearer and clearer, as if people all over the world were mocking her cowardice.

"Isn't this okay? She's about to trigger a nightmare all by herself!"

Seeing the nightmares that looked like the faceless man from Spirited Away begin to gather in the audience, Lou Shuang couldn't help but tremble, even though Feng Xue's rules of using cabbage to embed them made Chelinina's nightmares impossible. It would erode her sanity, but more than ten years of stereotypes still made her feel uncomfortable when she saw a lot of nightmares.

"Don't think of her so fragile, okay." Feng Xue spread his hands, but suddenly raised his brows. It was Huang Shengsheng who sent him the code.

Although Feng Xue did not dare to say that he fully understood what kind of character Little Lonely was, he had some familiarity with her after reading some of her memories during the exploration. Since Huang Shengsheng had been arranged as insurance, how could he not have planned in advance.

As Huang Xian'er, who has her own cultivation system, Huang Shengsheng naturally has good control over her mind. After receiving her prompts, the two of them started to move almost at the same time.

Unknowingly, the leaves that had been stuck in front of Little Lonely's eyes began to change. At the same time, the rules of the entire exhibition hall were also rewritten by Feng Xue.

The large number of nightmares caused by Xiao Lonely's fear disappeared in an instant. Then, Xiao Loneliness suddenly found that he vaguely heard some voices...

"Why is it suddenly a little messy? Did you play it wrong?"

"You played very well just now... maybe you were nervous?"

"Is it too stressful to perform on stage for the first time?"

"It was obviously very good just now..."

Listening to the voice in her ears, the originally empty auditorium in front of Xiao Lonely became a little blurry, and looming figures came into her eyes. They couldn't be seen clearly, but they were vague.

There were surprises, doubts, and a small amount of worry in her expression, but most of them were just plain, unconcerned, and didn't care, as if they were just waiting quietly for her to finish playing.

If he had just come on stage and had just made a mistake in playing, such a situation would be enough to scare Xiao Lonely to the point of collapse. However, after having fantasized about countless worse scenarios before, seeing this scene, it was inevitable to think, "What! That's it!" This?" Such a sentiment.

Although Xiao Lonely didn't notice this change in mentality, she was indeed not as nervous as before.

The wrong notes were slowly corrected, and the guitar melody became smooth again.

Little Loneliness gradually found her state, and the gradually clearer expressions of the audience in the audience made her feel a little more confident.

"They are looking at me! They are not indifferent! They are starting to pay attention to me! I must be very shining now, right?!"

Little Lonely's fingertips began to jump, and the repertoire changed involuntarily. Her mood was getting better, and the audience's emotions were also aroused.

"It's amazing!"

"It feels completely different from just now!"

"It's like a new person!"

It should be a very thin low-pitched emotion, but it reached Little Lonely's ears far more clearly than the sound of the guitar so close at hand.

She raised her head again, and the shadowy figure before had become extremely clear.

The audience, who had been ignoring the midfield cheerleading performance at a sports event, had picked up the cheering sticks at some point, and the pink fluorescence began to dance in the exhibition hall along with the guitar melody.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, so sudden that it was surprising, but it was natural if you think about it carefully. When you came back from that moment of confusion, what was left was warm cheers.

"Next up is..."

The host's voice came to his ears, and Little Lonely walked off the stage in a daze, and even when he entered the backstage, he was still a little distraught.

"It's great!" Huang Shengsheng reached out and clapped, and then Xiao Lonely reacted. As if she had just woken up from a big dream, she shivered suddenly, and then she showed a sad smile and said:

"It's all an illusion created by you anyway, there's no need to comfort me!"

"Who said that, that leaf was rubbed off when you were busy adjusting the tune, otherwise you would have touched it yourself to see if it was still there." Huang Shengsheng said with a speechless face. When Little Lonely heard this, his eyes suddenly opened as wide as possible, Her pupils even lost focus for a moment, until she hurriedly scratched her face for a long time, then stuck her head into the crack of the door, and saw that the audience on the stage was indeed the same as the cheering audience she had seen before, and there were even people cheering for her. Before the stick had time to change color, his legs softened and he sat directly on the ground.

"I still have the previous video here, do you want to watch it?" Huang Shengsheng handed a tablet to Xiao Lonely. Although she should open it directly at this time, there was no way. She was an ancient monster and could not understand such technological props.

Little Lonely was trembling and didn't dare to pick it up, but tears kept pouring out of the corners of his eyes. Seeing that the test was over, Feng Xue withdrew his attention and returned his attention to the entire map.

"Isn't this too easy to deceive?" Lou Shuang watched the whole process dumbfounded. It was difficult to distinguish this cute girl who could deceive people into boarding the ship eight times a night with the "first architect" who could always be seen in the streets. "Connect.

Did the army of co-authored nightmares lose to such an idiot?

"It can't be called a lie. After all, only the first half is fake, and the second half is indeed a real reaction. Although I did selectively screen when selecting the audience, they do have the ability to appreciate. If Xiao Ling’s level is not good enough, then that’s okay, right?”

Feng Xue spread her hands and responded nonchalantly. Little Lonely's problem was self-confidence. As long as she passed the initial hurdle, she could do it by herself.

As for how he accurately selects viewers with better temperaments and more tolerance...don't you know this just by looking at the mask?

It is said to be an act, but the mask itself is the posture a person shows in daily life. If the mask does not match his nature, it means that he has put a lot of thought into acting. Naturally, it is impossible to reveal his true nature casually. If the mask is similar to his true nature, then it is even more Don't worry.

"You are really interested in this pink one!"

The female ghost muttered something, but Feng Xue raised the corner of her mouth. He didn't fully understand Little Lonely, but he understood Su Yeli very well. Rather than saying it was jealousy, it was more like the female ghost's temper had gone wrong again.

So he pulled Su Yeli into his arms while the corners of Lou Shuang's eyes twitched, ruffling the sultry long hair wantonly, while teasingly saying:

"No, this is our mascot! We must take good care of it!"

…

While Feng Xue was slowly dealing with the issue of the capping of the Utopia, the battle between the Star Ring Expeditionary Force and the Hongying warriors had just passed for more than ten hours.

But in the past ten hours, the entire international situation has been undergoing drastic changes. Regardless of Hongying and Xinghuan, who have already begun to fight, at this moment, the most turbulent person in the world is Qingyun.

The Fifth World War is a continuation of the Fourth World War that ended abruptly due to the birth of the third generation of Qingyun. Whether it was the Star Ring twins fighting to kill the second generation, or the evil neighbor Hongying who had been feuding since the beginning of the era. It can be called a feud.

On the contrary, it is the country of Shinra. If we insist on counting, Qingyun is somewhat wrong.

Who made it possible that during the Third World War, Barrow, the predecessor of HRE, and the surrounding small countries, were the battlefields of the proxy wars of the three major powers? But at that time, no one could have imagined that such a country with no foundation at all could really give birth to a "fool" who believed in the existence of gods and pushed himself to the realm of the Creator.

However, these historical issues are no longer important at this time, because for nearly one hundred and eighty years, under the protection of the invincible Third Generation, the entire Qingyun life was too comfortable.

In the Star Ring Kingdom, mortals have the God-killing Sword of Damocles, Hongying has various natural disasters approaching every step of the way, and Shinra is full of the Yao Cult. If you are not careful, all kinds of nightmares will come. Only Qingyun, One hundred and eighty years, six generations, comfortable enough to forget disputes, hatred, history, and even awe.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

In the more than twenty years since the death of the Third Generation, wars have constantly forced people to reminisce. The temptations of small neighboring countries and the persecution of big countries have made the new generation mature rapidly.

It's a pity that these mature new generations are sent to a meat grinder-like battlefield by silverfish who are still addicted to the memories of the past.

This is certainly a kind of cleansing, but at the same time, it is also a kind of tempering. Now, at this moment when the war ends inexplicably, the clarion call for counterattack and the balance of power have tilted.

...Langting City...

"Sorry, Mr. Lou will not interfere in Qingyun's internal affairs. Please go back." Lou Xian did not wait for the man in front of him to continue speaking. He stretched out his hand and a ring was wrapped around him. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

"Dad, it won't be a problem if this continues!" Lou Fan said helplessly as he watched his father use the same technique to drive away today's fourteenth guest.

"Nonsense, I know this better than you!" Lou Xian glared at his son, then seemed to react and frowned:

"You finally got promoted?"

Lou Fan was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly rolled around. He realized that there might be something wrong with his father's words. He immediately shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, no! Don't even think about leaving the head of the family to me. I'm not close yet." , I plan to go out to pick up a few jobs. There are a lot of tasks in the clan, so I will share them with the juniors. You will have to work hard for a few more years! "

"How many more years?!" Lou Xian stared, wanting to slap him, but after thinking about it carefully, he still sighed and said:

"Okay, but stay away from both families. Although those old guys are not a good thing, the other side may not be as strong as that. Tsk, it would be great if the Sangmen Star was in the country!"

Lou Fan naturally knew who his father was talking about, Sangmen Xing, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"This is easy to handle. I just received the news that Shuang'er used the channel at home in Chelinina. Feng Xue should be over there. I will go find him right now...ah!"

Following the way his father usually took pictures of himself, he stuck his unsatisfied son on the wall. Lou Xian stared and said:

"How did you learn history? How many of the people who stood out at the beginning were able to make it to the end? Since you ran out, don't drag Shuang'er back into this mud pit! Okay, get out! I'll be upset when I see you! "

Lou Fan, who had dug himself out of the wall, was not angry at all when he heard this. He walked out of the room with quick steps. Not long after, a group of peers gathered around him——

"How are you, young master? What does the master of the family say?"

"What else can I say?" Lou Fan pointed to his clothes that were still stained with wall dust and said helplessly:

"The old man treats Shuang'er better than he treats me! The old man has spoken and no one is allowed to go to that Sangmenxing. Do you understand?"