The wine jar has been opened, and the bowl is already full of wine, so you shouldn't let the best effort be put into talking!

After a few rounds of wine, the various efforts on the mouth become more intense, so I have to say that wine is a good thing, although it is easy to burn the heart.

After a few bowls into his stomach, the old dragon broke the "expectation period" left for them, and caught the words inserted by Brother Xiaohu: "That roast deer, I gave it to a patient......"

Even if you are sick, why do you still eat roast deer?

"He just wanted to eat a roast deer, before he died"

They looked at each other, surprised, and tried to hide their suspicions as much as possible, so their expressions became very unnatural.

Everyone stopped talking, and looked at the old dragon quietly, because he was the next one to tell a story.

The old dragon smiled: "Actually, there is nothing to say. A friend of mine has always loved to eat roast deer with mushrooms and wants to eat roast deer, but he is sick and I have always wanted to satisfy him, which is not good for health......"

Brother Xiaohu was puzzled: "But you seem to be desperate to meet his needs, it seems a bit contradictory"

"Yes," said the old dragon with a wry smile, "because he can eat it with peace of mind now......"

"Is he cured?"

"No," the old dragon laughed, "he's dead......

They were taken aback again: the dead patient, of course, can eat people and things!

"He's been dead for a month...... I've been looking for a roast deer to worship him, but there are very few mushroom roast deer in this forest, and I've been looking for more than half a month, and I can't even find its shadow, but I didn't expect to steal your roast deer tonight......"

Everyone sighed and exclaimed: In this way, the old dragon's bandit behavior became very noble and great!

Yan Xingxing couldn't help crying, and said, "Grandpa, if you tell me, we would have offered the roast deer with both hands, what a great friendship~"

Brother Xiaohu's tears were like broken eggs, and he hugged the old dragon and cried: ", I'm such a bastard, I've always blamed you......" Brother Xiaohu also wiped two tears at least for face.

"I almost killed you," the old dragon laughed.

In fact, the old dragon didn't really want their lives, no one would kill for a roast deer, it was the work of the beasts, but when the old dragon fought with them, although every knife stabbed the vital point, it was always taken back at a third of the way away, and it did not mean to take human life. This further illustrates that his swordsmanship may really be hidden!

Brother Xiaohu wiped away his tears again and said with a smile: "Then we are even!"

Here, I really have to praise Brother Xiaohu's broad mind, no matter how big the bird cloud is, it can't cover this sky!

"Okay then!" Tao Xiaozhi raised his glass and said, "Let's toast to the great friendship of the old dragon!"

"Cheers"

So, the bonfire festival continued, joy was the theme of the event, the stars were dancing the "five-star dance", and the others were singing "naughty boy swimming": "The little sun rises high, I gather my partners to destroy, pick up the pebbles, go and smash the window next door"

After the song, Yan Xingxing bit his index finger and smiled: "I know that a person's voice is particularly good."

"Who?"

"It's him!" Yan Xingxing pointed to Tao Xiaozhi, "The song he sang is simply a heavenly sound, making people's hearts ripple slightly, but it is so unforgettable"

Except for Tao Xiaozhi, who was not very surprised, everyone else was dumbfounded, and almost dropped their eyes and tongues: such a hippie smiling idiot would have a good voice

Tao Xiaozhi was not surprised, not because he was too confident, but because he knew that for a "naïve" girl like Yan Xingxing, it was understandable what she said.

But out of politeness, he still smiled and said, "Win the prize, pass the prize!"

Yan Xingxing smiled: "I always forgot to ask you, what is that song called?"

"Beautiful little star!"

Yan Xingxing said: "Then you can sing, you are so happy tonight"

Huoxing snorted: "I'm afraid that the 'sound of heaven' has cut off the nerves of all the animals within a radius of ten miles, and the flowers and plants have also withered and withered."

Brother Xiaohu smiled: "I like this kind of song the most, I can taste its charm, it's really a blessing for three lives"

The old dragon also smiled and said: "Then let's have a song, listening to this song, it is easy for me to sleep well"

"Since everyone has let me sing," Tao Xiaozhi said with a smile, "how can I be embarrassed to refuse your expectations." However, to tell the truth, my singing voice is much better than the sound of nature, especially ear-catching, it is simply the kind of 'earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods', I don't know if I don't listen to it, I don't know how much I am scared when I hear it......

Applause, like flowing water!

Tao Xiaozhi cleared his throat and exaggerated all the actions that were conducive to inciting emotions, and then the pig-killing singing voice that tormented the nerves rushed out: "There is a beautiful little girl|her name is Xingxing|He has a pair of gentle eyes. ”

The difference from the last singing is that the singing voice is still relatively brisk at first, like a small river, but gradually, this sound flow seems to encounter a lot of stones and mountains, constantly changing direction, getting thinner, slower and slower, and even breaking in some areas!

Is this a throat problem or an emotional problem?

At this time, the echoing beat didn't feel quiet, and Yan Xingxing stopped dancing, and the few of them just looked at Tao Xiaozhi quietly, as if they were afraid of making any noise to disturb him.

To be honest, this kind of voice is really not very good, but the "ups and downs" and "interruptions" of the feelings are very shocking.

Is this his style?

He has been out of this world, and his misty eyes, transformed voice, and cold expression all show that his heart has flown away, at least not in the demon world.

So, where did he fly to?

At night, under the moonlight above the arched bridge beside the river in Stone Village, he had sung and played with his beloved, and he completely possessed her, not just spiritually.

These memories, even for the most numb people, are enough to linger with it for several nights in such a song.

Missing is painful, but people often like pain, which is not called cheapness, but mood.

At this point, he was dancing with memory.

Song, it's a magical thing. It can not only release the feelings in your heart, but also fish up the precipitated memories and dry them. It is a breeding ground that can make you sleep peacefully, it is a sword that can break your heart, it is a time travel machine that can transport you to the past and the future, it is a greeting card that can send blessings and joy to others, it can be anything as long as your feelings can carry it.