Chapter 68

Hanfei heard it. He was calling her.

The wind blew the green yarn, and in the moment of falling, she saw him.

He fell to the ground in confusion, and the mask on his face also slipped down, revealing his pale forehead, but his white neck was dripping with blood. He raised his head to look at her, and his sight seemed to penetrate the green veil.

The drumstick in my hand can't hold it any longer, and it falls to the ground.

Han Fei knelt on the ground for a moment and a half, gasping for breath. She was almost weak, and her eyes were black.

"Enable emergency replenishment, host, hold on!"

Hanfei felt that her limbs seemed to be filled with an inexplicable strength, which relieved her heart's overload beat. She slowly got up, her clothes were soaked, and she went back to the screen in confusion, while the people outside had not yet recovered from the lingering rhythm of the drum.

Outside, the dark clouds dispersed, the original storm was like an illusory general, dissipated cleanly, as if never appeared, the air is still filled with fresh smell after the rainstorm.

Han Fei took the cloak from Li Xiangjun's hand, put it on again, and sat on the ground alone, panting, pale face was still very ugly.

Li Xiangjun stares at Han Fei. Her heart has not recovered from the drumbeat. Her eyes are awed for the first time.

If Han Yan's Qingcheng dance is amazing, then Han Fei's war drum is shock. It seems that the drum sound that does not belong to the human world is too shocking.

Outside, gradually come back to the people look at each other, there is a trance, even the body is still shivering, it took a long time to realize that the performance is over.

However, unexpectedly, there was no applause, no noise, there was just a dead silence.

Han Fei gasped and listened to no sound outside. She showed a wry smile. As expected, did she still fail?

But she did her best.

But the last piece of music, a bit confused, stopped suddenly, and even didn't finish. I'm afraid it's a terrible performance.

Han Fei's eyes are a little wet, she tried to raise her head, do not let tears fall, that is too ugly, she was not good-looking, a cry must be frightening.

A burst of foot sound sounded, Han Fei turned to see Han Yan standing beside her, her face tense.

Han Fei now even a little deal with this cheap sister's mind are not, just a look, then immersed in the loss.

Han Yan looked at Han Fei with a dark face and said, "how can you play drums?"

The question in the tone is clear.

Han Fei grinned and said without refutation: "there are many things you don't know. Why, do you want to know me? Sister. "

Han Fei focused on the word "sister", and then she did not care about Han Yan. She regained some strength. She heard some sound outside the screen, so she got up quickly, put her head out and looked anxiously at the direction of the male god. The appearance of the male god falling just now made her heart ache.

As soon as he went out, he saw two attendants who set up Qin Che and put him back on the chair. Han Fei was so distressed that he pulled his whole heart out. Then Qin Che was pushed out. But before he left the hall, he looked in the direction of the screen.

Han Fei felt that he must have seen himself, and his heart relaxed a little. Although she failed in the end, the God must have been looking at her.

That's enough.

"Host, it's just dangerous. Next time, it's not allowed to do this! You are killing yourself

Han Fei also has lingering fear, that kind of unable to control her own state, like to overdraft life posture, she does not want to recall the second time.

If there was no God's call, she would die, dead in the drum.

"Why does that happen?"

This is Hanfei's question. It is clear that there is no problem in the practice in the virtual space.

"I underestimated the power of the goddess drum. Now the host's body has not fully matched with the soul, so it can't bear such consumption."

"So..."

"It's better to reduce the number of hosts. No, it's better not to play again unless it's necessary."

"Nonsense, if it's not for the sake of God, I'll do it! But I'm afraid I lost this time. I stopped at the last minute

Han Fei is still a little depressed when she mentions this.

The system couldn't be comforted for a while, so it was silent.

On the high platform, the Emperor Qin saw Qin Che being helped down, and his eyes flashed a trace of complexity. However, it was hidden so deeply that almost no one could see it. All the more people felt that the king's son was really an abandoned son. Now, even a seat was removed. As for Qin Che's cry, "Han Fei", nobody but Han Fei could hear it. They just saw the disease Yangzi Wang Ye fell to the ground like this. He was extremely embarrassed. Many people took a look of ridicule and despised him.

In such an occasion, such an ugly, such a king of Qin is also regarded as a failure. I don't know how the emperor of Qin gave the title of state name to such a lame prince.Qin Mu couldn't tell the slightest attention to this brother. His thoughts were still immersed in the drum sound just now. The drum sound that was more shocking than that dance really caught his heart. He could not wait to see the mysterious woman playing the drum. He couldn't even sit still for a moment. If it wasn't controlled by strong self-control, he would rush to find the mysterious girl at the moment It's time.

Bai Li Wen Xiu also had such a anxious feeling. His eyes were shining, and his long-term gentle temperament disappeared. Instead, he was looking forward to what kind of existence the man who could play such a drum was.

There are many more people who have such ideas, especially the generals. They want to think for a long time. If such drums appear on the battlefield, what kind of scenery will it be!

If millions of soldiers are in high spirits, the result is

As long as you think about it, it's boiling!

As soon as the painting style of the guests changed, everyone could not wait to see the strange woman who played. However, few people noticed the strangeness of this burst of drums. Even the heavy rain that came and went in a hurry was regarded as the capricious weather. This made Hanfei feel a little comforted.

Qing Shi, the queen, frowned. She should have been the main character of the celebration. She should have been happy to have such an excellent program, but no one wanted to be taken away from all the limelight. She noticed the empress's expression sensitively and quickly raised her voice: "the performance of the Amar Palace will stop here. The old slave presents the most sincere wishes to the empress on behalf of the whole Amar palace! I wish the empress a thousand years, a thousand years, and the emperor long live, long live. "

After that, all the courtiers also responded to the most basic purpose of the banquet, and stood up one after another. Haohaotang said: "I wish the empress 1000 years old, 1000 years old, wish the emperor long live, long live!"

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