At this time, the soft and cool voice resounded in the concert hall, Wu Nong's soft words floated from the water town, the ancient phoenix cry lit up the bright color of the heart, and the delicate hibiscus slowly rose from the ground, blooming out of the unique beauty.

Sitting on a wooden bench with a history of many years, Luo Shen, who came across time and space, had affectionate eyes, water sleeves raised, and waved the soft and hazy dreams of the audience.

The brook swept into people's hearts, as if in the afterglow the forest beasts were lazily slumped on the ground enjoying the last warmth, or curled up at the feet of the gods and snoring and rubbing against each other.

The picturesque Luo Shen opened her soul-snatching eyes, and her voice was from the warmth of the Nine Heavens, and it was the golden stone struck by the immortals when they were resting: "Mo family, Zishu." ”

Yin Hong's eyes reflect the endless starry sky and the long river, just like the girl who has not suffered hardships, clear and wanton, she will cause trouble everywhere under the protection of her brother, and she will also shoulder her own responsibilities to revitalize the family that has rotted to the bones.

A pot of spirits drinks a long song,

Shadows flying under the moon are in the sky.

Look at the sword on Lang Jun's waist,

How many vast silver dragons.

Turn the sleeve to raise the eyebrows from the hairpin,

The pink beauty sighed to herself.

。。。。。。。

The goddesses with beautiful colors under the moon sing, leading them to ancient splendor and gentleness, and no one can escape this gentle chanting, like an obsession with entering a Gu, and follow it.

Why not, drink a glass of cold wine and dissipate the prosperity.

The listeners' expressions were gentle, and they gently shook the fluorescent sticks in their hands, and in the midst of this fluctuating sound wave, a quiet and quiet silver color was lifted, like stars shrouded by Changxi under the gradually approaching night.

The rhythm became faster and faster, and the vigorous sound was added, and the long and long tone suddenly turned sharply, like swords, guns, swords, halberds, and trombone echoing over the bleak battlefield, lingering and refusing to leave.

More than three years of hard work,

The ink color does not wither.

The spear sounds,

The remnants of the flag pierced the battlefield.

Bloody dusk,

Crying War Horse Yang.

。。。。。。

On the battlefield of the ancients, the heroic spirits held blades and did not give in to death and fear, and roared into the unbreakable mist, their bodies shattered and their armor fell, but they did not hesitate.

The drums of war are hurrying, the remnants of the flag are flying, and millions of strong men are fortunate to return.

The audience secretly wiped away their tears, sobbing more emotionally, they held hands with strangers, and in the vast space, they returned to the ruthless battlefield, ignited by the wind of hunting.

The old monsters have been baptized by the fire of war, or they lie down in the arms of their companions and whisper one name after another; Or lucky to hold the hand next to you and recall the past, looking at each other and smiling lightly is a lifetime; Or leaning on the stool, waving the silver in his hand, and returning to the battlefield with his comrades who have not seen him for many years。。。。。。

Xiao Yuan, who was standing in the crowd, stared at the much-anticipated Luo Shen in the center, his heart was tightly pinched and put down heavily, the sweet days of the past did not disappear, and they were also covered with shadows that were difficult to wave.

Twilight, is this the kind of person who killed you?

I don't believe it.

I don't believe that a man who can sing the desolation of the battlefield, the madness of the soldiers, and the grief of the people can be a monster who kills you indiscriminately.

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