Chapter 67: Did you see that?

As the drums of Endeavour sounded, everyone's minds were all attracted. It was different from the uncontrollable attraction of Han Yan before. This attraction was more like the shock of the soul.
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Great rivers and mountains, magnificent waves emerged, birds neighed, lonely dogs flew together, vast rivers hovering endlessly, between the heaven and the earth, the beautiful mountains and rivers unfolded one by one.
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In the twelfth lunar month, flying snow, barren and miserable, above the frontier fortress, a round of solitary moon is rising, yellow sand is all over the sky, dust is flying, and the bones are buried under the loess.
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Soldiers were disturbed, hissed and wailed, blood splashed on the loess three feet deep, silver light flashed, the swords joined each other, the generals died in a hundred battles, and the strong men returned for ten years.
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The dead souls linger, the wailing, the yellow sand does not fade for thousands of years, the world does not take in, the is three thousand tossing around, the dead martyrs and undead are lush, the wilderness is full of corpses, scenes of miserable scenes are shocking.
咚咚咚
With one sound, after another, the exciting prelude slowly opened, everyone seemed to have witnessed the desolation of the fortress, the bloody, and the death of the frontier fortress composed by countless shouts.
Han Fei’s sweat dripped from her forehead and fell to the ground. The drips of sweat smeared the wet circles. The drumsticks in her hand were like a sharp weapon to catch the mind, pulling the soul’s tenacity. degree.
"Rumble—"
In the night sky, billowing black clouds rushed up, covering the bright moonlight, the darkness appeared, and even a trace of light was covered, and the dull thunder suddenly rang in the dark clouds.
The low air enveloped the imperial city, purple lightning appeared suddenly, accompanied by thunder, it seemed that a storm was brewing.
The wind is getting stronger.
The wind penetrated through the open door of the Chaotang and blew away the green yarn vines on the round table, a faint red figure appeared in the round table, shuttled between the eighteen drums.
The passionate melody echoed and stirred with the sound of hunting wind.
Han Fei was very tired, her hands were stained with sweat, and her eyes were blindfolded. She couldn't see her surroundings and didn't want to look at her. Her body seemed to have entered a new realm.
Tired, very tired.
But you cannot stop.
She wants to win, she wants to be like the general who returns from victory.
The sound of her drums seemed to be silently saying to him...
Now, do you see it?
Did you see the scene I brought you?
Qin Che, have you seen the great rivers and mountains outside?
If it is not enough, there can be more...
I can do more for you.
Her hands are full of strength, and even though her figure is bloated, she is not clumsy, jumping for joy among eighteen drums.
咚 咚
The passionate drums gradually slowed down, and the melody that gripped people's hearts finally subsided. What was left was the slow and deep drumbeat, but there was a burst of silent sadness slowly overflowing.
咚咚
Below the desolate mountain, the long line is walking slowly, the heavy-beared soldiers are marching forward, they want to go home and return to their country. There are countless people among them, but they will always stay in that desolate land. , Became a member of that million bones.
Come back home……
Go back to that peaceful life.
Go back to his wife, children and parents.
Go back to the emperor who gave all their loyalty.
Come back home……
Slowly, a depressed cry came from the court.
The guards standing on both sides as guards all showed a look of sorrow. Without exception, they were all warriors who survived that battlefield. After returning triumphantly, they were transferred to the palace to guard the city of a country.
The generals showed sorrow on their faces, seeming to recall the tragic years, the battlefield is their half-life home.
At this banquet, the military commander didn't care at all. It was only an emperor's order to come here. After the beautiful girls came to the stage one after another, they didn't feel embroidered pillows, just a joy.
However, this blast of drums has mobilized all the blood in their hearts. If at this moment, they can charge forward, they will definitely return! The irritation in my heart can't be extinguished! The chill will last forever, they will fight forever!
Han Fei's hands were trembling, and she was so trembling that she couldn't hold the drumsticks. She was almost unable to hold it.
The practice in the virtual space is completely different from the reality. This kind of drum sound that consumes her heart makes Han Fei tired.
Slowly, her body weakened a little bit, even her face became pale, and the scenery in front of her was blurred.
Very tired, stop...
Can't stop...
"Host! Host! Stop! Your health has dropped! Drums will go back!!"
Taobao's eager voice echoed in Han Fei's mind, but Han Fei seemed to be inaudible.
"Host!! Your body can't bear the consumption of the Goddess' Drum! Host! Wake up!!"
Taobao's voice changed, even if it was an electric shock, Han Fei could not stop Han Fei.
Han Fei's eyes were no longer full of energy, she continued to beat the drums as if numb, the sweat had soaked her clothes, that face was terribly white.
Can't stop, she can do it, he hasn't seen enough, she said that she can't let him down.
She can still continue.
"Host!!! You will die!!!"
In the audience, everyone was fascinated, as if immersed in the drumbeat.
Only Qin Che stiffened, and the face under the mask was already pale. He tried to stand up, but his legs couldn't move.
hate!
He has never hated his physical disability!
But at this moment, he hated that he couldn't stand up, couldn't stop her playing.
The sound of drums was already trembling, and he even heard her cry for help. The pain went deep into his soul.
will die! She will die!
Stop it!
The hand on his leg was tightly clenched, his eyes were red, and he tried his best to overthrow the desk, and made a huge noise, but it seemed insignificant in the deafening drum.
Qin Che put his hands on the armchair, the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, desperately trying to get himself to stand up, no one noticed his movements, everyone was cheering for the more and more exciting drums.
boom--
Qin Che fell to the ground fiercely, and when he fell down suddenly, the corner of the fallen table inevitably hit his chin, pain hit, and a ray of blood was left from the breach, red and glaring. The pale neck was even more morbid.
But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and he watched on the round platform. Between the green yarns, the red figure had already been carved into his soul. The emotions in his heart rose instantly, and a call came out of his chest. .
"Han Fei"
In an instant, the downpour poured down.
His call penetrated her world.