Chapter 67

With the sound of struggling drums, all the people's minds are attracted, which is different from the uncontrollable attraction of Han Yan before. This kind of attraction is more like the concussion of soul.

Dong -

great rivers and mountains, magnificent emergence, birds neighing, solitary focus flying together, vast and endless rivers circling in the sky and earth, beautiful mountains and rivers show one by one.

Dong -

the snow in the twelfth lunar month is desolate and miserable. On the frontier fortress, a solitary moon rises slowly. The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the dust is flying. The forest and white bones are buried under the loess. When a general is successful, his bones are withered. Who is the general.

Dong -

the battle was in turmoil, the hissing and wailing, the fresh blood splashed on the Loess three feet deep, the silver light suddenly appeared, the weapons joined, the generals died in a hundred battles, the strong men returned ten years ago, only one cavity sincerely reported to the moon, and death was not worth cherishing.

Dong -

the dead are dying and howling. For thousands of years, the yellow sand will not fade, the heaven and earth will not be taken in, and the hell will go back and forth for three thousand years. The dead martyrs' spirits are lush and the wilderness is full of corpses. The scenes of miserable scenes are shocking.

Dong Dong -

with a sound, a period of passionate Prelude slowly opened, everyone seems to have witnessed the desolation of the frontier fortress, the bloody war blade, and the death song of the frontier fortress composed of countless shouts.

Han Fei's sweat fell from her forehead to the ground, and her drumstick seemed to be a sharp weapon to catch the spirit, pulling the toughness of the soul one by one.

"Boom -"

in the night sky, the rolling dark clouds come up, covering the bright moonlight. The darkness appears, even a ray of light is covered, and the dull thunder suddenly rings in the dark clouds.

The deep air enveloped the Imperial City, purple lightning suddenly appeared, accompanied by thunder, as if brewing a storm.

The wind, more and more big.

The wind penetrated through the open door of the court hall, and opened the green yarn vine on the platform. A red figure loomed in the platform, and shuttled between the eighteen drums.

With the sound of hunting wind, the passionate melody is echoing and stirring.

Han Fei is very tired, her hands are stained with sweat, her eyes are also blurred, she can not see clearly around, also do not want to see, her body seems to enter a new realm.

Tired, tired.

But you can't stop.

She wants to win. She wants to be like the general who has won.

Her drums seemed to be saying to him in silence

Oh, you see that?

See the scene I brought you?

Qin Che, the beautiful mountains and rivers outside, do you see it?

If not, there can be more

I can do more for you.

Her hands seemed to be filled with strength. Though she was bulky, she was not clumsy. She was dancing among the 18 drums.

Dong -- Dong -

the exciting drum gradually slowed down, and the melody that held the hearts of the people finally subsided. The rest was that the low drum sound was suspended, but there was a silent sadness slowly overflowing.

Dongdong -

at the foot of the desolate mountain, there are a long line of soldiers walking slowly. They want to go home and return to their own country. There are countless of them, but they always stay in that desolate place and become one of the millions of white bones.

Go home

Go back to that peaceful life.

Go back to your wife and children's parents.

Back to where they offered all their loyal emperors.

Go home

Slowly, there was a burst of suppressed crying in the hall.

all those guards standing on both sides as guardians show their sad look. They are all warriors who survived on that battlefield. They return to the palace after a triumphant return, guarding the city of a country.

The generals are sad, as if recalling the extraordinary years, the boiling battlefield is their half life home.

The general didn't care at all about the banquet. They came here only by the emperor's order. After one beautiful girl after another came to the stage, they just felt that they were just looking for fun.

But, this burst of drum sound, is to mobilize all the blood in their hearts, if at this moment, they can attack, will surely win back! How can't the anger of my heart go out! Eternal cold!

Han Fei's hands were shaking. She couldn't hold on to the drumstick.

The practice in the virtual space is completely different from the reality. This kind of drumming consumes her mind and makes Han Fei exhausted.

Slowly, her body a little bit weak down, even the face is pale, in front of the scene to see are blurred.

Tired, stop

Can't stop

"Host! host! Stop it! Your health is down! The sound of the drum will bite backTaobao's eager voice echoes in Hanfei's head, but Hanfei seems to be unable to hear.

"Host!! Your body can't bear the consumption of the goddess drum! host! Wake up

Taobao's voice has changed its tone, even if it is used with electric shock, Han Fei can't stop.

Han Fei's eyes have no look, she is numb to continue to beat the drum, sweat has been wet her clothes, that face, terrible white.

She can't stop. She can do it. He hasn't seen enough. She said that she can't let him down.

She can go on.

Host!!! You're going to die! "

Under the stage, people are infatuated, as if immersed in the drums against the sky.

Only Qin Che was stiff, and his face under the mask was already pale. He tried to stand up, but his legs couldn't move.

Hate!

He never hated his physical deformity!

But at the moment, he hated his inability to stand up and stop her playing.

That burst of drums, already trembling, he even heard her cry for help, the pain, deep into the soul.

Will die! She will die!

Stop it!

The hand on his leg tightly clenched, he red eyes, exhausted his strength to overturn the desk, issued a huge sound, but in the deafening drum sound as if insignificant.

Qin Che hands on the armchair, the back of his hands burst out, desperately want to let himself stand up, no one noticed his movement, all the people are cheering for the more and more exciting drum.

Bang -

Qin Che fell to the ground. When he fell down suddenly, the corner of the fallen table inevitably hit his chin, and the pain hit him. A wisp of blood left from the breach, which was dazzling red, made the pale neck more sick.

However, he seemed to feel no pain. He watched helplessly on the platform. Between the green yarns, the red figure had already been engraved into his soul. His heart was boiling with emotion, and a cry leaped out of his chest.

"Han Fei --"

in an instant, the torrential rain poured down.

His call penetrated her world.

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