Chapter 243

Who can think of it, a casual companion, an inadvertent invitation, a new singing, created a miracle like fantasy spectacle.

The blooming fluorescent flowers, the fruit hanging on the branches, seem to step into reality from a dream, come to the side, let people feel so unreal, just want to repeatedly touch and watch, to confirm their cognition.

Fruits are rare to the residents of the grassland. In this era, it is inconvenient to transport and keep fresh. Fruits from the south are very expensive to transport to the grassland. Few people can afford to eat them, and even a considerable number of people have never eaten such sweet things.

In the past, the smell of oil and light was scattered by the slightly sour and sweet pulp, a kind of alternative beauty was perceived by people, and the venue at night was a cheering.

"Elaine!"

A strange voice came, and a strong man with a huge voice cried so loudly.

"Elaine!"

Several people nearby also began to shout. They raised their hands and looked excited.

"Elaine!"

"Elaine!"

"Elaine!"

More and more people joined in. They chanted the name. Until the end, the whole conference hall was immersed in the wave of cheering. The sound echoed in the dark field and spread to all directions.

Elaine, the daughter of fire, is the maiden who used song to cure kedaren in ancient legend.

Wearing a green crown, a white skirt and bare feet, she walked out of the fire and healed kedaren's arrow injury with singing. Then she let him sleep and rest for three days to recover her physical strength. After that, kedaren was full of energy and defeated the king of wolf head. This is a story recorded in the poem of fire and one of the origins of the scarlet singer.

The world-famous singers Cangzhi and Feizhi have always been the highest honors given to them.

Lorraine Hill opened his eyes and looked at the cheering and fanatical sea, a little at a loss.

At the beginning, she just wanted to radiate the magic of nature for the performance effect, but I don't know why when she was immersed in the singing with her heart and emotion, the light spots formed by the natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating the plants around to grow.

In the past, the lack of nutrition was provided and promoted by magic. When the girl reflected from the immersed singing, these young branches and seedlings had become trees with dense branches and leaves, bearing thick fruits.

Niya looked at the girl in the white skirt sitting on the roof of the car, as if she knew her roommate for the first time. So this is the real Lorraine? So dreamy and beautiful and far away.

The minstrel and other travelers beside the bus were also shocked. They looked at the young girl with green hair, wanted to ask what she wanted to say, but could not find any words to describe it. All the adjectives they had learned in the past seemed to be eclipsed and difficult to speak.

The audience cheered Elaine's praise and slowly rushed forward, but when they were near the carriage, they unconsciously wanted to stop. The clear and clear eyes and appearance were so beautiful that people could not bear to desecrate the perfect purity.

"Be quiet, everyone."

The big shaman who had been silent for a long time finally opened his mouth. He shook the brass bell on the wooden staff in his hand to make everyone quiet gradually.

The crowd separated from each other like a tide. The old shamans with colorful forehead ornaments walked in the middle, followed by several other shamans. They came from several large tribes and could basically represent most of the forces on the grassland.

There are now more than 40 tribes in the ancient FIA grassland, and only 5 of them have a population of more than 2 million. They are wolf's ears, lion's mane, leopard's ears, ox's head and deer's antlers. There are many branches under these large tribes. For example, the cave lion is one of the branches of the lion's mane, and the White Wolf and the black wolf are both one of the branches of the wolf's ear.

Today's big Shaman is a branch of the antler tribe, the Han deer. The bifurcated horns on his head are engraved with unknown symbols and characters, among which there are also small bronze medals and jade stones hanging, which tinkle on the road.

The big shaman came to the car and stopped slowly. At this time, Lorraine Hill felt that it was impolite to still sit on the roof of the car, so he jumped down. Then he gently pointed his toes on the grass, and then he stood up easily.

"Hello, I've never met you, the new legend singer." The old shaman spoke of praise, and his long, thick brown beard swung with it.

"Hello, I venture to disturb the meeting." Lorraine Hill nodded slightly, his face a little embarrassed, others good fire party, but he almost put out the fire.

"It's nothing, as long as the fire in the altar doesn't go out." The shaman didn't care, he continued.

"And you bring this party is a rare surprise for us in a hundred years."

"I haven't heard such a wonderful ballad for a long time. Maybe the dusk brigade couldn't reach this level."

The old shaman sighed a little, and then asked, "can you talk about it? Not only me, but many people here must yearn for the beautiful world you described with your song."

"I'm interested, too."

"No problem, but I'll take my friends with me."

Lorraine Hill nodded, then raised her wrist as white as the moon and pointed to the ordinary girl sitting in the corner.

The big shaman looked at the ordinary girl who was a little short and seemed to think of something. Then he said, "is that girl of the sheep horn clan your friend?"

"Yes, she is one of my best friends at all times“ The girl answered softly, everything is so natural.

Niya looked at the eyes around her, including envy, jealousy, eagerness and all kinds of eyes. Her restless heart suddenly settled down, as if the falling stone finally touched the solid and soft ground, so firm and reassuring.

Even so small as a firefly, can I stand with the bright moon?

Can my ordinary existence be seen by the world?

It turns out that I'm not the grass scraps on the road. I'm always forgotten. Even if I'm so humble, I can be remembered and recognized by her.

A stream of heat flows in the heart, warming the humble and weak heart.

Even if we can't get the results in the flame conference this time, even if we can't graduate smoothly from ermenas, it's not a big deal.

The world is changing and impermanent, just like the clouds in the sky, which can't be pondered, but in such a rough and uncertain life, she has found a partner to go with.

A good friend is like a treasure.

At this time, the young girl with a treasure like horn stood out of the crowd, walked out slowly, stood on her friend and said hello to the big shaman.

"Hello, Lord wunuk, I'm Niya of the sheep horn clan."

The little girl with short brown hair bowed her head slightly, then lifted it up again. The face in the moonlight reminded the shaman of the strong and weak face in the night when the wildfire was burning.

"Sure enough, it's still you."