Probably worried that Wren was not angry enough, Sidra made up for it.

"Originally, there were only two things, but after listening to you, it became three."

"Then let's talk about the third thing that goes into it."

"Well, no." Sidra agreed and then abruptly vetoed: "Let's say a good thing first, I'm afraid you'll leave directly after listening to the rest of the story."

Wren stood up, "Then I'll leave now?"

"Don't you want your sword?"

Wren looked around, and there was no place in the room where the sword could be hidden: "Where?"

Sidra gestured to the guitar in the corner, "Get that one for me."

"I'm still in the mood at this time...... Wait, you're not going to hide your sword in your guitar, are you?" Wren walked over, picked up the guitar, looked at it twice, and tapped on the case: "No, the length can't fit in." No, it's ......."

Wren took it in his hand and took a closer look, and found that the slender part of the guitar, that is, the fretboard, looked so familiar.

The listener hasn't reached the stairs yet.

Wren took a letter from Sidra, sent with the money, handwritten by the fan.

"It's really just speculation."

"Bad speculation often comes true."

Wren thought for a moment and decided to argue with Sidra, "For the sake of his serious illness, you just gave him a live demonstration. Since you are asked to replace him, what is this seventh thing?"

Wren looked at the Allenville longsword..... Yes, I should be called Alan Virgi by now, I have a headache.

"Goodbye!"

Can you go down and give two punches, right?

Is it really not critical?

Sidra's 3+1 eyes stared at Wren for a moment before he spoke, "You still admire his self-confidence. But you're trying to get away with the infamy of "what kind of garbage Sidra sings in the new concert."

Wren's voice came from inside the door: "You suddenly remembered that you didn't have anything to do, so come back to visit before!"

Wren rubbed his temples, "What does he think?"

......

After tapping the "blade" and plucking the strings, Wren walked back and pointed to the guitar and asked Sidra, who was seated, "I don't know much about musical instruments or anything, but this thing sounds good?"

But before this fan learned that Sidra was seriously ill under the news, he said that he had sent all the money for his treatment.

"Okay, you're out of luck. He ended up saying that if you said the eighth thing, you might just run, why do you want to run now? Nothing worse than that?"

Sidra chuckled and shook his head slightly, "It must be exciting, it's just a guess on your part. Oh, he's back!"

"He's really good at making money. Hey, yes." Wren looked at Sidra, who was wrapped like a mummy, and then at Ji I, who was put aside by me, and a small bold thought came out: "I also deliberately put Ji ... The sword is returned to you, and he is ready for you to go to the concert in his place, right?"

Wren looked at the sky with both eyes: "It's your business, you picked it up, and you can use it with your hand."

Wren sighed, that kind of thing is the most difficult to deal with, what if the fan's family and parents are really hot and quiet?

"Why is it outside the museum?"

The positive side used to be angry.

Sidra spoiled the letter: "On the seventh day after sending the letter, you died because of the money for treatment, and then the letter was still in your possession."

"Yes, he said that the atmosphere is there, what is the key to singing?"

If you can play it, pick it up and smash people.....

Sidra sat up a little, one hand propped up under the arm of the chair, and leaned towards Wren a little, "You heard him say that he learned from this Yin Sen that I had met his 'picture'. You're thinking about the fact that since he and his "photographs" can exist in an era, you ..... he

Why did you run away again?!"

"For fans, as long as the atmosphere is there, it doesn't matter what you sing or what you play."

"You're out of the door now, you can only ask him to go, you don't have a family or anything, just apologize for you, I haven't paid a sum of money yet."

"What is this seventh thing, which is mysterious?"

Wren is still back, Ji I still have it, and the fan's information is still being asked.

The voice came from the window upstairs. In the past, as soon as the armor freak came out, he hugged me? Changing the name to Ji I Hero?

"It's still not a must."

"It's really not a guess." Seeing Wren sit down, Sidra explained again.

"You're worried that you're coping with some situation, and the other person's family might be too hot. Originally, I couldn't find anyone else, but did he just come to get the sword? He's safest to go."

The fan said in the letter that if you can cure Sidra, you will be willing to die, and he is very happy that he can help. It must be bad, and you also want to waste money by living a few days less, so you should die early.

"Why let his agent go? You should be more representative of him."

"Yes, yes, yes. While you don't break the can now, and your ability to accept it is weak, hurry up."

"You also picked it up, and you remodeled it for use at will."

Wren understood the other man's thoughts a little, but was too supportive of doing so, and I returned the letter to Sidra: "So what? He will give you back the money, and persuade you again, so that your life will be bad during that time."

"I think it will, that sword is very square." Sidra looked at the "frustration" that Wren took out, shook his head and said. "It's not the eighth thing you have to say, you better finish the last two things first."

Forget it, I still think it's bad first. Wren put the piano aside and sat back down: "Speaking of the sword, this one he gave you in exchange, surely he is there, will it disappear with it?"

What if you want to take it back out of your body?

Sidra explained that I don't have a fan, I have a cure, and I originally said that I wanted to come to my seventh concert after I died, but now that the concert has been canceled, the fan's wish has been fulfilled.

Originally, there was a solution, such as Sidra sending some condolences to the other party, or singing a song, and special fans should not have too little regrets.

Wren reverted to Sidra's accusation: "That bad guy is also a precious historical artifact, does he know it?"

"Pretty cool, isn't it?"

「......」

Wren's voice rose sharply, "You made my sword like this?"

"Before the wild card, you had two more concerts, but there shouldn't have been an eighth show yet. It's canceled because of your physical condition."

Wren counted the time, and it was not that Sidra had planned to hold seven concerts.

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