"I'm sorry sir, but I have no intention of inquiring about your privacy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I'm just...... It's just that I have a lot of admiration for Mr.'s music. Sir......" Elizabeth lowered her eyes slightly, not wanting Silver Dust to see her overzealous and eager gaze.

"It's not my music, it's my hometown, or some of my friends' music left to me, I'm a communicator, not a creator, and I don't have the right to monopolize the glory that this music can give, do you understand?" Yinchen's words, gentle and polite, were completely different from the madness and coldness of the little girl when he bought it before.

"So, do you get permission to put this music, sheet music...... Spread?" asked Elizabeth with difficulty, her face reddening even more, she knew that her question was very abrupt, impolite, and difficult, and she knew that it was directly asking the mysterious master for such enchanting, passionate, and supreme music.

"Of course, if you want to discuss something in depth, you can come to my house. Silverdust kindly extended an invitation, and he fell in love not only with Elizabeth's music, but also with her status as a wandering musician. In Yinchen's opinion, such a person must have a lot of insight and even a lot of precious information.

The music of Gabriel's magical civilization, silver dust can be restored and provided to Elizabeth is not much, but the audio and video materials recorded in the terminal of the Canonial civilization are simply vast. A single night wish can meet all of Elizabeth's needs, and even allow her to study for the rest of her life.

In fact, Yinchen is still laying out, confronting the world, even culturally and musically, he wants to subvert the original form of this world.

"But you...... Are you still going to continue this brawl party?" Silver Dust's words pulled Elizabeth back to reality.

The holy girl raised her eyes suddenly, and a trace of girlish scorching flashed in her blue eyes, like a child who had begun to play pranks, naughty and cute, and then her eyes glanced left and right, and when she landed on the old men who were sitting still, her eyes suddenly became cold.

Silver Dust saw it, and there was too much disdain in his gaze.

"Yes, noble sir, I am willing to continue this contest and continue to play a few tunes to the gentlemen and ladies sitting here, and it doesn't matter to me whether I win or lose...... But I must say that this is the last time I will perform in this city, and in fact there is no one here who is entitled to listen to my music except this noble and brilliant gentleman, because—no one can understand it!"

There were voices of dissatisfaction and sighs all around, and Zhao Lingfeng in the audience quickly glanced in the direction of the old musicians, and saw the dead gray old faces, and the faces of beautiful girls who were as black as the bottom of the pot. The old pianists were ashamed of themselves, and Xiao Yinfei only had a bitterness and despair of complete defeat in his heart.

She finally understood that there were countless levels of difference between her and that woman, and she didn't even have the qualifications to show her ugliness in front of that woman, because she couldn't even understand the sound of that woman's piano.

She felt that she was finished, she was the strongest person in the Interpretation Sect, but compared to the real Qin Saint, there was still a world of distance, and even worse, she had no time or opportunity to make up for this distance.

Once she loses today, the Xie Yu Sect will never give her any chance again.

Another high-backed chair was brought up, and Elizabeth sat down, her big blue eyes and silver pupils staring at each other, and for a second, she omitted all words. Bosom friend, that is, the heart, since you already know the heart, then why bother with more useless words? A look is enough.

The girl slowly pulled open the magic harp, her movements were more elegant than before, more gentle, more demure, that was to fade away all anxious expectations, all the loneliness that was not understood, all the sadness of being unaccompanied, completely relaxed, without distractions, focused on the elegance and demure, gorgeous and indifferent.

The song "Don Juan" is shocking, the brocade grate is broken, Zi Yao's long gown is stained with wine, everyone wants to dance wildly when they hear the music, and they all say that the fairy falls into the dust. The old musicians' faces were miserable, Xiao Yinfei looked in a hurry, put down everything, and focused on Elizabeth with all her strength on the piano, her skills, her techniques, her feelings, and her charm were not at all under the breeze!

However, just as the song ended, and the sons were ready to reward the gold and silver, another more shocking, more powerful, and more crazy song flowed out from the ten fingers of the silver.

That's no longer theater metal, that's Destiny.

At the end of the song, everyone sitting in the seat has gone out of the body.

The two looked at each other and smiled, ignoring the obsessive looks of others, and not caring that there was no cheer in this huge hall, still the girl took the lead, and the boy followed. One after another, one after another, on this night of early summer, in this inadvertent ordinary day, came to the world and became a myth that has been passed down for a long time.

Next, "Serenade".

Silver Dust picks up Elfpath.

"Dream Song" VS "Straight to the Clouds"

"The Other Side of the Sea" VS "Yuhua Stone"

Cross Chains VS Baldur's Gate

"Blue Sea Affectionate" VS "The Last Dive"

The girl's light and pure voice, the boy's passionate singing, became a legend in this seemingly ordinary night.

In the end, the girl expressed her little wish hidden in her heart through a song "Cupid's Arrow", and the singing in pure European language fascinated the audience.

However, Silver Dust stopped abruptly and did not pick it up immediately.

"What's the matter, sir?" asked Elizabeth, who saw Silver Dust turn around and look at her with a serious expression.

"I'm sorry, beautiful young lady," Silver Dust said in Oran, "the next piece is of my own composition, but it exists for my lover, you ......"

"You'd be mistaken, Cupid's Arrow wasn't meant to mean that. Elizabeth said, looking away, not daring to look at Silver Dust's eyes, Silver Dust saw her dark blue eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed, very faint, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the girl at least did not fall into too depth: "As a member of the Windsor family, I carry the glory of Windsor, those things are not worth thinking about now, sir, are you sure you want to play the tune you said?"

"Yes. This is my last song for the day. ”

"Yes, then I would like to take the liberty of asking, who is your lover?" Elizabeth raised her eyes, her blue eyes were full of curious little stars, girl, it's normal to gossip a little.

She is the lyricist of "Autumn Window Wind and Rain". Yinchen said deeply, then turned his head and stared at the black and white keyboard, his eyes surging with endless emotion. The pupils of silver are as deep as two worlds.

"I wish you all happiness. Elizabeth whispered, she felt that the Holy Hand of the word was a perfect match for the mysterious master.

Both of them spoke in Oran, and almost no one understood what they meant, and Elizabeth's old butler did not act as an interpreter for the crowd without the permission of the young lady. The four seats in the audience all watched as Silver Dust sat in front of the magic piano, watching him take a deep breath -

Silver fingers, throbbing, notes of deep and manic fusion between theater metal and death metal resounded for the first time in this world.

"When you open your eyes,

The world has changed color.

When I saw the first living person,

The heart is full of panic.

In the overlooked corners,

Dejected

Every part of the body is soaked with the tragedy of the enemy of the world,

In the bosom of humility,

Full of invisible treasures that transcend the world,

Yet no matter how glorious it is here,

After all, the enemy can't be defeated by the poisonous homesickness,

Every minute and every second in this magnificent mountain and river,

It's all exile.

......

A man who has been outcast from the world, has no direction,

Everything is ahead of tomorrow, and it is gray despair.

In the wind, there is no image of him,

He came from the world of light, and his body and soul never belonged to the storm, but to the light.

......

Promise and betrayal are nothing but echoes in the wind to him,

Hundreds of thousands of years of history,

There is never a shortage of those wonderful bridges to the theater,

He didn't believe in promises, and he didn't even believe that there was a righteous path in this world.

In his heart, there can be no support, only emptiness and confusion,

For the past few years, he has been wandering like a remnant,

Witness one ugly squalor after another called Game of Thrones.

......

He had heard that the distance between the two worlds was only one millimeter.

However, he personally verified that between this millimeter, millions of years of past and future.

From the beginning of time to the end of the world, the length between the nine heavens and the earth,

Such a distance separated him from the hometown of civilization.

......

Breaking into the ground, he was forced into exile.

Wrapped in an unknowable fate, he rushed into the blood-colored Shura field,

He didn't care about the treasure, he just thought,

Bury your own insignificant life in this blood-red world.

However, at the moment when Ambrera reappeared in the other world, the zombies went berserk,

He and she watched over each other in the catastrophe of fate.

......

Who had ever driven away the panic of thousands of corpses crossing the border in a bloody mist?

Who has struggled to fulfill the light of the oath in the borders of hell?

A lonely walker, alone in another world as a fossil of heresy,

Not in business, people who love each other-

With the most sincere vow in my heart,

Brighten up the future of black and gray!

......

Don't laugh at the vanity of the vows.

The mountains are edgeless, the heavens and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king.

The moment the oath was spoken, have you ever thought,

Someone who is willing to accompany you for the rest of your life,

Ever a rush that has truly experienced the collapse of the world?

......

Heaven is not eternal in his eyes.

The gods who are believed in their hearts can shoot down the sun.

The legend of his homeland says that all civilizations are built on the ruins of the previous world,

He knows that all vows cannot be eternal, for the flood itself cannot be an eternal desolation.

......

Because I have experienced the horror of the sun extinguishing,

Because of the despair that has experienced the frozen universe,

The black world, in the silver pupils, is no longer pure black.

In the gray background, that oath is the hope of gold.

......

People without roots are lonely and adrift in the gray world.

Treading on the dark earth,

The lead-colored expanse above the head.

Before meeting in that moment,

He has been exiled,

never watched,

Until that moment of encounter, unexpectedly,

Discover the light of his own salvation.

......

Who has suddenly driven away the sorrow of eternal exile?

Who has erased the desolation of the escape from the other world in the peaceful daily life?

The lonely otherworldly, finally in this otherworld full of loneliness and betrayal,

Find your spiritual homeland -

......

......

Who had ever driven away the panic of thousands of corpses crossing the border in a bloody mist?

Who has struggled to fulfill the light of the oath in the borders of hell?

A lonely walker, alone in another world as a fossil of heresy,

Not in business, people who love each other-

With the most sincere vow in my heart,

Brighten up the future of black and gray!

Who has suddenly driven away the sorrow of eternal exile?

Who has erased the desolation of the escape from the other world in the peaceful daily life?

The lonely otherworldly, finally in this otherworld full of loneliness and betrayal,

Find your spiritual homeland -

Who had ever driven away the panic of thousands of corpses crossing the border in a bloody mist?

Who has struggled to fulfill the light of the oath in the borders of hell?

A lonely walker, alone in another world as a fossil of heresy,

Not in business, people who love each other-

With the most sincere vow in my heart,

Brighten up the future of black and gray!"

The cheers of the whole audience disappeared, because everyone heard the loneliness and tragedy of the holy war in the song, which was a holy war for one person, a holy war for one person facing the whole world. In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be a lonely paladin, riding a golden war horse, carrying a spear named Gangenir, rushing towards the endless black crowd, the earth under his feet, the sky covered by dark clouds above his head, had already turned into his enemy, against him, and then under the endless black sky, black earth, and countless layers of black human walls constructed, the knight in golden armor fought endlessly, but all his charges, all fights, all stabs, at this moment seemed as hopeless as a dying struggle.

The blood-stained golden armor emitted a more brilliant light, piercing through the enemy's spear, but it was no longer as brave as before, and the road of charging was infinitely long, full of tragedy that was about to fall, blood-colored lightning fell from the sky, blue flames rose on the earth, toxins, epidemics, and weakness continued to erode the knight's body, until a certain moment, he fell from his horse, was run over by the feet of countless people, and ushered in a tragic end.

At this moment, the east lit up with the white of the fish's belly.

The dawn shone, the black figure dissipated like mist, the sky turned normal blue, the earth turned dry yellow, and a lonely figure appeared in the distance.

The knight was covered in blood, his fine armor was shattered, but not a single one of it was abandoned by him, and he, drenched in blood, climbed onto his glorious warhorse, lifted his spear, which was almost broken, and rushed into the distance like madness.

Close, close. The figure was finally able to see clearly in the morning light.