Who would have thought that a chance companion, 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, as if stepping into reality from a dream, coming to the side, making people feel so unreal, just want to touch and watch repeatedly, to affirm their cognition.

Fruits are rare for the inhabitants of the grassland, because in this era, transportation and preservation are inconvenient, the fruits of the south are very expensive to transport to the grassland, very few people can eat, and even a considerable number of people have not eaten this sweet thing.

The oiliness and blandness of the past were washed away by the slightly sour and sweet flesh, and an alternative beauty was perceived, and the venue at night was full of cheers.

"Love Lani!"

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

"Love Lani!"

A few people next to them also began to shout, and they raised their hands in high air, looking excited.

"Love Lani!"

"Love Lani!"

"Love Lani!"

More and more people joined in, chanting the name, until finally the whole venue was immersed in this wave of cheers, and the resounding sound reverberated across the dark field, reaching in all directions.

Alrani, the daughter of the flames, a maiden in ancient legend who healed Kedaren with her singing.

Wearing a crown of emerald green branches, a white dress, and barefoot, she stepped out of the fire, and with her singing voice, she healed Kedalon's arrow wound, and then let him sleep and rest for three days to regain his strength, after which Kedalon was full of energy and defeated the King of the Wolf's Head and took him under his command. This is the story that is recorded in the middle and one of the origins of the Crimson Singer.

The world-famous Song of Cang and Scarlet Song have always been the highest honor given to Song Ji.

Loren Hill opened his eyes and looked at the sea of cheers and frenzy, a little overwhelmed.

At first, she just wanted to bring out the magic of nature for the sake of the effect, but for some reason, as her heart and emotions were immersed in the song, the points of light formed by these natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating the plants around her to start growing.

The nourishment that had been lacking in the past was provided and promoted by magic, and by the time the maiden reacted to the deep singing, the young seedlings had become a dense tree with thick foliage, bearing thick fruit.

Niya looked at the girl in the white dress sitting among the branches on the roof of the car, as if she had recognized her roommate for the first time. Is this the real Loraine? So dreamy, yet beautiful, and so far away.

The bard and the other travelers beside the car also looked at the blue-haired girl in shock, and wanted to ask what she wanted to say, but when they couldn't find any words to describe it, all the adjectives they had learned in the past seemed to be overshadowed, and it was difficult to speak.

The crowd in the audience cheered Alani's praise and slowly rushed forward, but when they approached the carriage where the girl was sitting, they unconsciously wanted to stop, the clear and clear eyes and face were so beautiful that people couldn't bear to blaspheme this flawless innocence.

"Everyone, be quiet."

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

The crowd parted like a tide to the sides, with an old shaman wearing a multicolored forehead on his head walking in the middle, followed by several other shamans, who came from several large tribes and could basically represent most of the forces on the grassland.

There are now more than 40 tribes in the ancient Fea steppe, and only 5 have a population of more than 2 million, namely wolf ears, lion manes, leopard ears, bull heads, and antlers. There are many branches under these large tribes, such as the cave lion is one of the branches of the lion's mane, and the white wolf and the black wolf are both on the wolf's ears.

Today's Great Shaman is a branch of the Antler tribe, the Hanlu clan. The bifurcated horns on his head were inscribed with unknown symbols and words, and among them hung small bronze medals and jade, which tinkled as he walked.

The great shaman walked to the front of the car and slowly stopped, at which point Lorain Hill felt a little rude to sit on the roof of the car, and jumped down, then lightly tapped his toes on the grass, and then stood still.

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

"Hello, I took the liberty of disturbing the conference." Lorain Hill nodded slightly, his face was a little embarrassed, others had a good flame party, but he almost extinguished the fire pillar in the field.

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

"And you brought this party is a rare surprise for us in a hundred years."

"It's been a long time since I've heard such a beautiful ballad, and maybe the Dusk Brigade didn't reach this point."

The old shaman sighed slightly, and then opened his mouth to invite: "Can you talk, not only me, but many people present must yearn for the beautiful world you depict with your singing." ”

"I'm the same, I'm interested."

"No problem, but I'm going to bring my friends."

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

The great shaman looked at the slightly shorter ordinary girl, as if he remembered something, and then said, "Is that girl from the sheephorn tribe 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, among which there were envy, jealousy, eagerness, and all kinds of eyes, and her uneasy heart suddenly settled, as if the stone that had been falling had finally touched the solid and soft ground, so firm and reassuring.

Even if I'm so small as a firefly, can I stand with that bright moon?

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

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

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

Even if you can't make a mark at the Flame Conference this time, even if you can't graduate from Emenas successfully, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

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

Good friends are like treasures, and they are hard to come by.

At this moment, the treasure-like girl stood out of the crowd and slowly walked out, standing beside her friend to greet the great shaman.

"Hello Unuk, I'm Nia from the Giethoorn."

The short-haired brown girl bowed her head slightly, then lifted it again, her moonlit face recalling the shaman's strong, weak face on the night of the wildfire.

"Sure enough, it's still you."