Another Life: Elf Archer

The sound of the sea is percussion.

Walking on the shore or on a boat, the waves hit the fine sand, rocks and the side of the boat, sometimes gently, sometimes violently, and the lingering sound is endless.

The most solemn performance is the fight between Langhua and Langhua, either smashing the opponent to pieces in the rumbling roar, or leaving the last words for oneself that shake the world.

The sound of the sea is a string.

Under the sea surface, there are infinite and chaotic flowing strings. Countless notes swim deep and shallow. The swing of the tail fin provides the rhythm. The opening and closing of the gill cavity vibrates the air. The sharp pincers hook a section of coral and pull out an accent. The frozen transparent jellyfish spurts forward like a string of chords.

The swimming fish in the shallow sea cling to the melody of the water flow, but the elves in the deep sea are slowly stirring the silky undercurrent.

However, for the crowd sinking in Dagda at this moment, the sound of the sea is a kind of silent chaos.

The painting, newly hung on the wall panel, is about three meters long and two meters wide.

About two-thirds of the painting is occupied by a calm and empty sea, while the other third occupying a corner of the paper is extremely crowded.

The artist depicts a bloody and cruel fight on this corner of the paper.

Countless sea monsters climbed onto the deck along the side of the ship, leaving a crooked water stain on their greasy scales, and their seaweed-like hairs were still dripping with water, making people feel like they could smell the fish in the mouth full of fangs. Fishy smell.

The people on the deck were all fighting back hard, with their feet stepping on the red blood of their companions, and their swords dripping with the thick blue blood of the sea monster.

The artist recorded this fight with an unusually realistic technique, meticulously and clearly focusing on every drop of sweat, every bulging muscle, every flash of scales, every twitching stump, every A cold corpse.

However, such complex and careful details often make the viewer lose sight of the focus of the picture and fall into a state of anxiety and confusion, as if they are also being annoyed by the noisy shouting of killing.

As a result, in this vivid scene of fighting, the only dull, mechanical, and repetitive image element appears particularly dazzling.

Those are the eyes of every living thing, whether it's a human or a sea monster.

In the picture that was frozen by the artist at this moment, the expressions of all the creatures were also intercepted, including anger, contempt, cowardice, bloodthirsty, excitement, calmness, pretending to be calm, and so on.

But they, and their eyes, convey the same emotion:

fear.

In the bloodshot whites of his eyes, the eyes of different colors all slid in the same direction:

That calm sea.

The nearby fangs, the tip of the knife piercing the scales, the torn out intestines, and the severed fins and claws have all disappeared from his sight, leaving only the calm blue sea.

Blue sky, white clouds, mirror-like sea surface.

There were no ferocious monsters poking their heads out, nor was there a ferocious storm brewing in the distance. It was just a windless sea with no sign of danger.

Since you can't see it, could you be hearing something?

People who see this painting can't help but come to this conclusion.

But what did they and they hear?

Why does this sound frighten them and them at the same time?

Why can this sound freeze all the fighting in an instant, allowing the bravest swordsmen and the most ferocious monsters to forget the enemies in front of them, and can't help but take a look at the sea?

Uncontrollable imagination breeds unspeakable fear, and everyone who sees this painting hears the most suffocating sound in their mind.

Even the shadows on the sea have their own shapes, allowing everyone to peek into the weirdness like the tip of an iceberg.

Qi Youfeng and Gongzi Yan both knew that all this was due to the painter's profound skills and delicate emotional integration, but they still could not completely get rid of their own imagination and the unknown fear brought by imagination.

Suddenly, in the silence around him, Qi Youfeng heard a voice that made him think about it day and night, coming from somewhere behind him:

"Su Ze, when did you come to Gedda?"

"D-About a few hours ago, year after year, why have you changed so much?" a young man replied.

"Change, am I getting more and more beautiful?"

"Why does it look good? It's weird to wear a mask." Another person complained.

"Yeah, you've always been beautiful, even with a mask." The boy's answer didn't seem perfunctory, but was extremely serious.

Qi Youfeng turned around suddenly, and Young Master Yan was hit by him and almost fell to the ground.

Outside the crowd gathered to look at the painting, Nian Nian was standing on tiptoes, looking in curiously. He happened to catch Qi Youfeng's gaze and waved to him happily.

The next second, she was hugged tightly by Qi Youfeng.

"Oops." Nian Nian let out a slight surprise, leaning back slightly and staggering his feet half a step back to cushion the sudden impact.

Qi Youfeng seemed to have misunderstood her actions. He held her waist tightly with one hand, held the back of her head with the other hand, and swallowed her breath in one gulp.

Nian Nian felt that she was either hugging a ball of fire or being swallowed up by the flames.

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The tip of Nian Nian's ears instantly turned red and blood dripped. He clearly heard Su Ze and others taking a breath, a helpless sigh, and a half-swallowed curse word.

But judging from the current situation, she definitely couldn't push Qi Youfeng away decisively.

Although he didn't know the reason, Qi Youfeng's emotions were obviously on the verge of some kind of explosion, and they were still contradictory and painfully suppressed.

Nian Nian put his backhand on his waist, interlocking his fingers with Qi Youfeng, and gently patted his back with the other hand, while gently but firmly restraining his breath, hoping to calm Qi Youfeng.

But her gentle resistance ignited an unreasonable anger in Qi Youfeng, for the person who will replace him at some point in the future.

When I realized this, I finally wanted to try some more fierce resistance every year.

At this time, a burst of melodious and soothing music passed around the entangled Nian Nian two people, like the clear first snow.

Qi Youfeng was shocked, and his confused mind finally cleared up. He saw clearly the shy and complaining Nian Nian in his arms, and let go of his hand.

"Brother Feng" is a little worried every year.

"I'm sorry," Qi Youfeng realized that the crowd behind them was quite embarrassed, "I, I, I'm sorry."

"Yes, yes, he is feeling longing that has been suppressed for a long time. He can't help it, it's hard to control himself, his emotions are moving, and it's understandable."

Young Master Yan shook his head and emerged from the crowd carrying a torn fan.

Behind him, the goose-like crowd was also awakened by the music. They began to appreciate the painting from an artistic point of view. They secretly turned their heads to look at the Chinese players here, especially paying close attention to Sui Po.

"It's only been three days since I left Dagda every year." Among the onlookers, Shi Sui put away the jade xun, thoughtfully.

"For him, probably"

Before Young Master Yan could finish speaking, Niannian had already taken Qi Youfeng's hand and apologized to everyone:

"Sorry, we have something to solve alone. Let's go first. Don't disturb us. Violators will be beaten to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nian Nian dragged Qi Youfeng around them and walked towards the dark forest. After a while, there was no trace of him.

"Oh, I value sex over friends."

Young Master Yan cast an envious glance and breathed a sigh of relief for Qi Youfeng, but he also noticed something strange.

The person he was a few minutes ago and the person he was after entering Dagda suddenly seemed to be memories of a long time ago.

Those strong, sticky, gorgeous desires, those emotions that were so full that they overflowed from the chest, seemed to have been washed away by something, revealing the ridiculous weeds and sawdust inside.

"agree"

"agree"

Young Master Yan recovered his thoughts, looked at the people in front of him, and greeted happily:

"Su Ze, Tang Qingli, welcome to your master. By the way, Aze, you were the one who painted that painting, right? It's very impressive."

He looked at the other two people again:

"This is the president of the Sui Congress, Young Master Three Feet of Water. I didn't expect that you would be interested in joining in the fun. Before, I said that I had taken on an errand mission. Could it be that I went to your place?"

Shi Sui nodded:

"We have reached cooperation with several tribes of the elves. The high priest Engus often sends out tasks for players or elves to help. We did not expect such a coincidence. It just happened that this time it was Niannian."

"What a coincidence." Young Master Yan looked at everyone and pointed to the position of his float in the distance, "Everyone, let's change places and chat slowly."

"Yeah, but" Tang Qingli looked at the painting Su Ze had just hung up.

"Don't worry, no one will destroy it, and no one will steal it."

Young Master Yan put his arm on Su Ze's shoulder affectionately: "I didn't expect that your kid's level is getting higher and higher."

"Hehe," Su Ze scratched his face in embarrassment and watched the passionate scene, his face still a little red, "I just faithfully reproduced the experience of this trip to sea, and it was because the impression was so profound."

"Oh"

Hearing this, Shi Suiya became a little curious about the painting, but when he looked back at the people on the third and third floors there, he still chose to continue walking to the outside.

"This painting of yours is signed but has no title. Do you want to join our team to compete every year?" Young Master Yan followed the temptation and cleverly avoided the big name of their team.

After seeing Su Ze's paintings, he really had no confidence in his mediocre beauty painting.

"Sign up to participate. This is a competition. You can just draw and show it to others," Su Ze replied in confusion.

Young Master Yan stopped, grabbed Su Ze's neck and shook him, glaring at him: "You didn't participate in the competition and you drew something blind and stole my limelight. Do you know?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Su Ze nodded pitifully.

"Forget it, go ahead and write this name down as our entry," Young Master Yan whispered into Su Ze's ear. Su Ze was stunned for a moment, "I will forgive you."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this name?" Su Ze resisted very much.

No matter if it's Su Ze or A Ze, they both sound better than Su Su, right? What kind of weird homophonic naming method is this?

"Is there any question that's not nice to hear? I'll go back to you and talk back. I also have a beautiful little dress for you," Young Master Yan said with a smile.

"Counter-crossing" When other people heard the word, they immediately pricked up their ears.

"You don't know, right? I've conceived one every year."

Young Master Yan lowered his head and took out the broad leaf that was both a rule manual and a ballot. He looked at it carefully and said regretfully:

"I don't know how long the years are in the mountains. It turns out that this is already the fourth day."

His painting successfully passed the test, and according to the results, it ranked in the top ten overall, which is considered a good result.

There are a total of one hundred teams that pass the first art competition. Each team will receive a set of eleven paintbrushes made of top-grade magic crystals and pure purple gold ore, and will be qualified to participate in the next competition.

Just as Young Master Yan was reading the rules of the second competition, the camp in Dagda also burst into cheers one after another, and occasionally there were a few annoyed curses mixed in.

Others who had just arrived in Dagda also quickly learned the details of this art festival from the discussions of people around them.

"What is the second competition?" San Chi Shui approached Young Master Yan curiously.

"this one"

Young Master Yan raised his head, scanned the five people in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and finally focused on Shi Sui.

"What?" Shi Sui looked at him calmly.

"Well," Young Master Yan said sincerely, "My friend, are you interested in playing a little tune?" l0ns3v3

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