Holy Light, This Elf is Worth a Hammer

Immediately afterwards, the next beam of lights flickered, and in the stand on Li Ye's symmetrical right, Bai Luo, who blushed and kept asking why even she was involved, shamelessly stretched out his right hand and made a heartfelt gesture.

"Deng!" Latina, who had been waiting impatiently for the lights to focus again, let out a silent cheer. As the prelude accelerated, the lights sped up and spread towards the stage.

The passionate red, the noble and glamorous Shen Yao, Gongsunyue who obviously didn't keep up with the rhythm and was obviously slow in response, Lei Nuannuan who broke the crutches, and Cang Xiang who felt good about himself but was naive.

Bunches of lights finally shone on the stage from the back to the front, and at the same time the music of Xinbaodao stopped abruptly.

On the contrary, an announcement was interrupted abruptly.

[Dear guests: The following performances only represent Zhao Fengxian played by Zhao Fengxian, and have nothing to do with Zhao Fengxian himself. 】

Just as everyone was puzzled by the thoughtless announcement, the main curtain rose slowly.

The lights that originally shrouded the auditorium were concentrated on the stage in a blink of an eye.

For a moment, everyone forgot to breathe.

It is a flower blooming on both sides of the underworld, deadly and beautiful.

Wrapped in black Chinese clothes, covered with white gauze, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The pleats of the skirt flow like snow and moonlight, flowing lightly on the ground.

The gentle music fills the heart with warmth almost instantly.

The next moment, the corners of the skirt fluttered, like a pale butterfly that lost its breath in the dark, with an indifferent expression, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks in the world, and occasionally a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as ethereal, ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks.

The sound of the piano entered the heart, the strings gradually played, and the beautiful figure on the stage reached out to pick up the violin and bow.

Under the spotlight, her figure is elegant and tall, and her fair to almost transparent fingers dance on the strings. With the soothing tone and soft sound of the piano, her restless heart gradually calms down with the music.

Just as the evening breeze brushes gently on the cheeks, people immersed in the music seem to smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and stretch out their hands out of the window, as if they want to catch everything sent by nature.

Even if the person playing the qin has already put down the bowstring in his hand, the soft sound of the qin still seems to hover on the trail in the twilight, like a clear spring that washes away the dirt in the soul and the tired dust of every passerby.

Gabriel, who was wearing knight armor, put his palms on his chest when everyone came back to his senses, leaned forward slightly, and solemnly gave a knight salute to the woman on the stage.

"Can my pretty lady tell me the name of this gentle tune?"

"Canon."

Accompanied by the soft chants of the girl on the stage, the audience erupted into unimaginable cheers, but the girl's subsequent words caused the scorching air to drop to freezing point again.

"Also, please note that standing in front of you is a [-]% pure man."

"Let me tell you, young master, if I change my clothes a little, you won't recognize me?"

Fengxian, who is now on the stage, still has the literary style of the previous performance, holding the front of the violin on his shoulders, with a helpless expression.

"..."

Chapter 800 The Origin of Dreams

"Zhao... Zhao Fengxian?"

Gabriel's outstretched hand froze in place, and everyone said that one should see the essence through the appearance.

But this appearance is too deceptive, and the essence is too scary.

When Gabriel called out Zhao Fengxian's name, the audience still looked like they had just woken up from a dream, with their mouths slightly opened. When they combined the arrogant and hateful shadow of the third young master of the Zhao family with the perfect goddess in front of them .

"Grass!"

"Grass!"

All the audience here hated why they failed to learn the cultural lessons well, so that now they can only shout out incompetent and furious.

"My goddess..." And a large part of the audience still didn't want to believe that the goddess who met them for 3 minutes would become a devil king. Their eyes were completely dull.

"How should I put it, I feel that the mood now is very complicated."

Cang Xiang, who hid in the darkness and retreated to the side, let out a long sigh, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

"I think I understand."

Although it was their tacit wish to let Fengxian wear women's clothing, when that day really came and looked at the "glamorous" fiancé on stage, they subconsciously began to enjoy it.

What if the fiancé is prettier than the fiancee?

Wait online.

In contrast, Shen Yao didn't have such worries at all, she pressed the shutter desperately with her right wrist that turned into a tentacle, and her speed and race value of 180 were brought into full play by her.

Chi Hong subconsciously reached out and brushed Shen Yao's face twice, but the latter remained indifferent.

"This guy actually... fainted from excitement."

"This is indeed a bit too exciting for someone who was blind some time ago. In other words, he didn't forget to press the shutter when he fainted. This person is also perverted."

Latina glanced at Li Ye, who set up a long gun and short cannon directly inside the theater, holding an ultra-clear lens and fill light equipment, and didn't pay attention to the people in the theater at all, and Xanadu, who licked the entire screen wet .

It's numb, it's all numb.

On metamorphosis, I, Pluto Dragon, would like to call you the strongest,

Some people wake up from the cold, but some are willing to sink in their dreams.

Jin Zhongyun, who was immersed in the music at an excellent location and at an excellent time, fell into it for a while, as if the moment the music sounded, the meaning of his life in the world was not limited to being a brave man, a good husband who cared for his family , a good father.

The seemingly short but long song made him feel like a new life.

In ten seconds, I want all the information about this girl.

The throbbing of his soul made him even more convinced that this moment was a revelation from the heavens, and he would never marry this girl in his life!

"Let me tell you, young master, if I change my clothes a little, you won't recognize me?"

"Zhao Fengxian?"

Cang Lanxing, who was biting the straw and was stunned, just woke up like a dream, and she was so startled that she almost sprayed out the happy water that she sucked into her mouth from her nasal cavity.

"Zhao Fengxian? What a good name, Fengxian...Fengxian...Huh? Fengxian?"

Jin Zhongyun, who muttered the name several times, seemed to realize that something was wrong, and then stared at Feng Xian on the stage, his eyes widened.

"Crack..."

"Huh? What's broken?" Cang Lanxing, who was about to change his clothes, suddenly heard a crisp sound, looked around but found nothing.

But Jin Zhongyun, who was one body away from her, was holding his chest and his lips were pale at this moment, and his whole body had lost all color.

"Impossible! How is this possible! This guy is Zhao Fengxian? How could this be? Impossible!"

Like most of the audience, Jin Zhongyun was deeply caught in the vicious cycle of self-doubt, restlessness, collapse and suspicion all mixed together like a storm that would spread to the stands at any time.

But our Zhao children's shoe, as if nothing had happened, just gave a thumbs up to the back silently, and only then did everyone notice that there are green leaves supporting behind this dazzling star.

Ji Luo caressed the keys, and the bass keys were like pressing the pause button, and the wave of doubts disappeared without a trace in this simple tone.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but it's a performance right now." The provocative index finger was placed in front of his lips, and the corners of Feng Xian's lips curled up playfully after the audience fell silent.

"Sure enough, I still have to sing this song at this time."

Fengxian stretched his hands forward, and the violin in his hand was fixed in the air. Of course, no one was surprised by this superpower. The violin was replaced by a baseball cap and a microphone.

Putting the cap back on his back, Fengxian slowly stretched out his hand, and the elf ball, which was covered with gorgeous stickers, exploded with a bang.

[I got a Pokémon! 】

The prelude engraved in the DNA sounded, everything came together, the origin of the dream seemed to bloom completely at this moment.

Outdated VCDs, cube-shaped TVs, and children waiting in front of them.

No matter when and where, the moment Matsumoto Rika opens her mouth.

Grandpa's youth is back.

[Whether in fire, water, grass or forest. 】

[Whether it's in the land, in the clouds or in that girl's skirt. 】

[Although it is quite, very, very, very hard. 】

[Must get it! 】

[Get Pokémon! 】

The lively notes leaped from the keys, and the clear movement ignited clusters of flames called excitement in Fengxian's eager singing.

The flying movement seems to have a magical power, like a memoir, and countless people present recalled the day when they first met the elf as a trainer.

【I'm tired from fighting, let's rest at night】

【Close your eyes and the flames will float and dance in the wind】

[The battle with deafening roars! 】

If a song can resonate, then every song of his is a memory.

From the first encounter with the elf, to the unforgettable joy of the first victory, even though the first failure came so quickly, the flame called excitement never went out, and if you fail, get up again , to meet the new challenge of the second day.

Have fun.

But since when did they deviate from their original intentions?

Is it the qualifications of elves?

Is it the strength of the moves?

Is it a money constraint?

Once upon a time, they changed from a boy who could wander in the forest for three days in order to capture Bobo, to a person who could only bicker with businessmen and bargain for a golden vulture.

As a result, in the end, the ones active beside him were no longer the elves who accompanied him in his wanderings, but the template of a certain king, the replica of a certain master.

The music evoked their emotions, elicited their memories, and finally brought them back to the original origin.

Return to the original beauty.

[Although there is no guarantee, it will succeed every time! 】

[But every time there will be them who go all out! 】

【Want to become the dream master of elves,】

【This wish,】

[It will definitely come true! 】