Another Life: Elf Archer

The sound of the xun was whimpering, faint and deep, and Nian Nian raised his head, and Nian Nian's face under the shade of the tree became increasingly unreal.

After listening for more than ten seconds, Song Qing sighed, then moved away from the jade xun, looked at the yew tree behind him suspiciously, and subconsciously touched his throat.

"That's good, it reminds me of my rookie days." Song Qing criticized tactfully.

Intermittently, up and down, a quiet and gentle song called Begonia Under the Moon has turned into a song about the resentful girl destroying flowers. Not to mention the effect of soothing the mood and restoring energy and blood that the Qingping song skill should have, it is not bad if it does not make people cry. .

"Brother, what's going on with you?" Song Qing wanted to hit a tree. This guy is no longer the number one entertainment player in China.

"Have you been paddling for too long or have you been stuck with advanced tasks and become too resentful?"

Shi Sui didn't hear Song Qing's complaints and questions. He was looking down at Nian Nian.Nian Nian held his chin with one hand and raised his head slightly, curious and expectant. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He didn't seem to notice how bad his performance just now was, but felt a little envy and admiration.

In a trance, the wasteland around him disappeared, and the noisy voices escaped into the sunlight and landed on the shoulders of a young man.

In the small but exquisite garden, the boy practiced playing the xun clumsily. The goose egg-sized pottery xun always slipped from his fingertips, producing a series of scattered whirring sounds.

He wanted to give up several times, but every time he looked down, he saw the ten-year-old girl slumped in the wheelchair, struggling to look up at him, and the weird smile on her face that was stiff and weird because it had been maintained for too long. Seeing the encouragement and expectation in her eyes, the boy would look away in embarrassment and work harder on the instrument in his hand.

At that time, my sister seemed to be struggling to even speak, let alone control more muscle activities.

Gradually, he played better and better, and his sister gradually could no longer see him or smile.

The last time he played the xun in front of her, she was lying on the hospital bed. The slanting sunlight from the window filled her face and fell on his back, which was very warm.

They all know that her hearing is deteriorating rapidly, and every day when the sun sets, her world becomes quieter.

That day, when he finished playing the Xun song, my sister spread out her palms tremblingly, revealing the smiling face she had drawn a long time ago in her palms. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. The detector just connected to her brain recognized two weak signal of:

good.listen.

He never played the xun again, but he made and polished countless xuns with his own hands. He broke them all and buried them in his sister's tomb.

Later, my sister's death was engraved on the stone tablet and could no longer be changed.He was dragged into this game by San Chi Shui. He followed the sect's guide and entered the Musical Arts Department of Jade Emperor Academy, and accidentally picked up the xun again.

So, is it for today’s reunion?

Or is it so that I can send her away again?

The jade xun slipped from Shi Sui's fingertips and fell to the ground with a plop, being buried by sparse grass.

Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the two men and one woman present felt momentarily embarrassed.

Dion quickly pulled the woman on him, put her clothes on and hid her behind him.he