Another Life: Elf Archer

An hour after the Blue Whale took off, bursts of beautiful music came from a suite on the top floor. ..

The man's slender fingers landed on the white keys, and with a tap, the keys trembled and uttered a high note. It gently swayed on the fingertips that fell one after another, and gradually became deeper. It was blocked by the man's several heavy blows, and became stagnant into a staccato murmur.

Dion's fingers brushed over the keys like running water, and the music became high-pitched again. The strings struck by the hammer were tight and hot in the smooth shell, and emitted a mournful cry, which was as beautiful as the cry of the soul.

It is both the sound of a piano and a shout, and the magnetic voice of a man also joins this group of movements, mixed with the velvet-like whisper of a woman, listening to the ups and downs and strength of the fingers, playing the most unpretentious human song.

The duet, one high and one low, was like melted chocolate. The sweetness flowed over the skin, and the silky touch touched the corners of the lips. It penetrated into the throat, burning up every drop of sweat, smoothing away the thoughts of the two, leaving only one A small group of grotesque blanks.

Dion sat upright, letting the sweat drip from the tip of his nose, and continued to tap casually with his hands, finishing the music he had composed.

"ireally like yourfgers, and how the workon I like your hands and the skills they show." Callister stretched out her arched body lazily, like an elegant cat.

"They always take feelgreat and your hands have a delightful magic to them."

"Thepleasurebelongsto, yourajesty, it's my honor to praise you, Your Highness." Dion was encouraged by Callister's praise, and his tired fingers were still tapping every accurate syllable carefully. ..

"Nothepleasurebelongstothis is our mutual honor."

Callister was once again intoxicated by this beautiful melody. She closed her eyes slightly, and words softer than feathers fell on Dion's marble-like skin.

Dion smiled, relaxed his body and leaned back, leaning on the soft velvet cushion, enjoying a moment of comfort.

"You are different, differentfrootherguys. You are very different, different from anyone else." Callister lowered her head and said softly.

"How different?" Dion asked lovingly, stroking her hair.

"Like you are for this, and for like you were born for this, born for me." Callister tilted her head, winked playfully, and exhaled sweetly.

"Today only for you, today, I am only born for you." Dion responded with a smile.

"Only today is just today" Callister tightened her fingers and asked expectantly.

"And then extoweeks and the next fifteen days." Dion looked directly into Callister's amber eyes and replied.

"Youareajerk, you are a bastard." Callister revealed her two fangs in revenge and rubbed them on the honey-brown hair of her hands.

"iaapyer, I am a player." Dion tapped Callister's forehead and said helplessly.

"Thentell, pyer, whatsyourga, then why don't you tell me what games you are playing?" Callister sat up and leaned forward with her upper body, approaching Dion.

"iajtapyer, nottheruleaker, I'm just a person who plays games, not the one who makes them." Dion was still half-leaning on the cushions comfortably, as if he didn't see the inquiry in Callister's eyes.

"Thatguy, that man is the one who made the game." Callister twisted and sat on the finely carved marble body.

"Yes, heis, and he also breaks rules. It's just that he can also break the rules of the game." Dion stretched out his hand to support Callister's waist to prevent her from shaking.

"Soundslikeyou sounds a lot like you." Callister took advantage of the situation and straightened her body.

"idontbreakrules,iiprisontheI never break the rules, I abide by the rules." Dion shook his head slightly, and the stress at the end of the sentence told Callister that this was not a topic he liked.

"Youalsoiprisonyheart, you imprisoned my heart, Dion." Callister changed the topic obediently, her big eyes full of love.

"I will never do that, yourajesty, I will not be so rude, Your Highness." Dion bowed his head respectfully and looked at a blooming flower intently.

"See, that is why you are so different, likeally our friends, you see, that is why I think you are special, just like your friends." Callister also looked at the flower, and gently watered it, causing the petals to bloom. become more vivid.

"Friends are not the appropriate word to Belthe friends is not a suitable word to describe them." Dion chuckled, slightly restraining his emotions.

"Thenhow you callthem?" Callister asked curiously.

"Weirdos freak." Dion raised his eyebrows, looked at the giggling Callister, and pulled her hair mischievously.

"Thatsexactlyhowithought that's what I said before."

A word escaped from Callister's laughter intermittently. She covered her mouth, her smart eyes already covered with a layer of mist.

"whataboutthatgirlwhatisheacybele then what do you call that girl her name is cybele"

Dion suddenly stood still, looked at Callister with some seriousness, and gently pinched her stiff smile.

"sheisnotsheisthejewelof she's not a freak, she's our jewel."

"NowijealoajewelwhocarriesajewelI'm jealous of her, a jewel with treasures." The stiff smile turned into a mean lip line, and Callister stared at Dion with bulging cheeks as if she was being coquettish.

"Youaresaygthatnaticwoodyoulikeityou said you wanted that moon spirit wood." Dion looked at her helplessly, his eyes full of connivance.

This indulgence satisfied Callister's curiosity. She stared at Dion intently and asked

"doyouknowwhereshegotthatdoyouknowwhereshegotthatmoonlingwood"

Dion shook his head, comforting Callister who was suddenly disappointed.

"If you want it, icandoy best to satisfy you butireally don't know where cy got theievaatethatisherdividualprivacyif you want, I can accommodate you, but I really don't know where she got it from. It's her personal."

"evenifyouareteabers even if you are teammates, you don't know"

"evenifwearefaily even if we are family."

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