Chapter 1887: Ask for

Step on!
The wolf rides all the way, the sand is rolling, and it keeps moving forward.
Gradually, the terrain was rugged and climbed all the way, as if they were heading for a mountain.
Everyone noticed that along the way, there were always young wolf riders joining them, with a color of respect on their faces, like a stream flowing into the sea, turning into a torrent of steel, following behind them, just like following the colorful war gods. same.
excitement!
tension!
Excited!
look forward to!
Although there is no wolf on the way to say a word, but from the behavior of their people can easily make judgments, these disabled wolf rides have been retired, but the wolf ride still exists, more young people become A member of the wolf ride.
This is not to say that they are going to see the colorful war gods, so the look on the face is so solemn and solemn.
The sound of the piano is low and brisk, which seems to verify their guess. The wolf rides more and more, even more than the earliest number of wolves, like a steel torrent.
Go further and further, go higher and higher, through the woods, across the grass, across the stream, across the mountains...
As we approached the top of the mountain, the well-trained wolf rides slowly and steadily slowed down, and the look became more solemn and solemn. It seemed that I was afraid of disturbing people.
The mood of the people is more and more expecting and excited. Does the colorful of war live on this mountaintop? It seems that it will appear soon.
But soon, everyone frowned. There was nothing on the top of the mountain. It was just a bare, flat land. Didn't the colorful war gods live here, but they met here.
The young wolf riders suddenly stopped and watched the disabled veterans spontaneously set off their mounts and supported each other on the edge of a cliff at the top of the mountain. They looked envious with color. It seems that there is no tolerance. The holy places of people, they are not yet qualified.
The curiosity of everyone has been hoisted, what can be under the cliff? What are these veterans doing? Isn't it going to be a collective jump?
On the edge of the cliff, the veterans have taken off the parcels behind them and opened them. They took out the broken armor and put them on. Everyone knows that the original parcel contained their wolf riding armor.
This made them more curious, even walking is not stable, what are they doing in this armor?
The veterans quickly changed their armor. Even though many people did not have their legs, they were replaced with armor with the help of other comrades, and they helped each other to the edge of the cliff.
Behind them, the young wolf riders were straight and straight, and they looked at them with reverence and envy.
The veterans straightened their bodies and arranged them into the original formation. They were like watching the colorful war gods reviewing them. They looked at the cliffs without squinting, and raised their hands and fists neatly, squatting on their chests.
Everyone knows that this is a military ritual of wolf riding, but they are even more puzzled in their hearts. What is there under the cliff? Is the colorful war living under the cliff?
The music is melodious, the picture turns, and the whole call comes out. The scene of the show makes everyone rushing, and the brain blasts.
Under the cliff, it is a huge green hill, and this mountain is actually carved into a statue. The statue is a vivid colorful war god.
The sound of the piano whispered, but everyone could not feel it, but still immersed in the huge shock, the magnificent statue, the ingenuity, if it is natural, it is not human.
"Is the of war dead?"
For a long time, someone was relieved and said quietly.
"Impossible, he is a of war, how can the of war die? The statue can't explain anything."
Xilin immediately retorted the cat that was stepped on the tail.
In fact, she knows very well that the of war is definitely dead, otherwise she will not show up, but will be carved.
Become a statue to commemorate? But she is unwilling to accept this fact anyway, so she is arguing with strong arguments.
"The veterans are obviously coming to worship him. The of war is definitely dead. It's a pity."
The emotional woman said tearfully.
"He didn't die, he certainly didn't die, but he was seriously injured and he was injured. He will never die. The veterans are just visiting him. They are not worshipping."
Xilin red eyes roared.
"Okay, don't make a noise, the of war is not dead, ask Mr. Ding not to know."
The old squad leader, Kong Lingxi, saw Xilin squinting, lest he would make any contradictions, and he quickly went to the round.
Xilin’s eyes lit up and immediately rushed to Ding Ning, who was standing up from the piano. He asked:
Ding Ning, the of war is not dead? He will definitely not die, right?

Diba laughed and laughed and pulled her up: "Xilin, this is just a piece of music, it's all fictitious. Where is the of war?"
"Yes, there is definitely something that is not fictional. Ding Ning, isn't he right to fiction? Is it true?"
Xilin was swollen with red eyes, and with a pitiful pleading in her eyes, Ding Ning felt a soft heart and nodded slightly, pressing down the voice: "Yes, he is real."
"Right, I said that he must be real. Then he is not dead right? He was only seriously injured and he was injured?"
Xilin has already entered the show completely, staring at Ding Ning with full of eagerness and expectation.
"Well, I didn't die. He passed through. I don't know which world to go to. Maybe it's possible to come to Earth."
Ding Ning faced Dyba's blaming eyes and couldn't smile. He could only run the flick of the train.
"Through it? It’s better to cross it. If it’s better to cross the earth, hey, why should I get married so early, I should wait for him, he is the person I am destined for, no, I have to divorce to recover single.

Xilin followed the fire, and he was annoyed with sorrow. Ding Ning was stunned and secretly mourned for Anwar.
"You, you, this is a happy time."
Diba glared at Ding Ning, groaning.
"Where can I think she is so entertained, can't blame me."
Ding Ning scratched his head silently, his face black line.
"Hey! Aniwar is very good to her, she actually likes him in her heart, but she has a strong resistance to the marriages that are forcibly arranged by her family, so she is in a hurry all day, that is, Aniwar. I love her so much that she can get her temper."
Diba looked back and rejoiced, and ran away from the fart and talked with the classmates about Xilin, who died of the war, and said with a sneer.
Ding Ning smiled and said: "I hope that I don't want to make any moths. If it is because they are divorced, my sin can be great."
"Yeah, but this also shows the success of your song, and it has the ability to confuse people."
Diba said with amazement.
"What about you? Have you been tempted?"
Ding Ning asked with a smile.
Just kidding, when he played the piano, he used the spiritual power. Everyone in the room was an ordinary person. If he was not confused, he would blame it.
Diba's pretty face is red, and his style is white. He wrinkles his wrinkled cute little nose and proudly said: "A song wants to confuse me, don't think about it."
"Then you still want me to confuse you with something? Or do I have a good life?"
Ding Ning smiled very embarrassedly, ridiculed.
"Go, every positive shape all day, right, this song has a name?"
Where did Dibha hear such awkward words, the pretty face suddenly wiped with a rouge?
Red, his eyes flustered to avoid his hot sight and shift the subject.
"I have given you the title."
What Ding Ning is best at is the name, very casual.
"What do you give me, this is the song you created."
Deba’s heart is sweet, but it’s still the heart of the heart.
"Hey, who are you with, who are not yours, yours...hey, or yours."
Ding Ning smirked, just about to continue to play, but seeing Deba seems to have been murderously screaming at him, and his heart jumped, and quickly changed his mind.
Diba's smug smile: "Since you are so sincere, I will make it difficult to help you name it. Right, can you give me a score? I also want to practice this song."
"Of course, I didn't say it, mys is yours. When I look back, I will write down the score for you."
Ding Ning's sentence reveals the meaning of jealousy, so that Diba can't stand it, and shyly throws the next sentence, I went to accompany Shanshan and fled.
Ding Ning touched his chin, and snorted, and did not expect the female man to be ashamed to be pretty cute.
"Mr. Ding is a big man. I used to look away."
Li Mingrui did not know when he came over and suddenly said in his ear.
"Li has won the prize."
Ding Ning's quiet modest voice, watching his face like a spring breeze smile, some do not understand his routine, before I still want to kill myself, this time will release the former enemy into a friend?
He does not deny that there may be a companion in the world that is so cherished and cherished, but it does not include the deep-minded Li Mingrui. He does not believe that a song can let the enemy put down all the prejudice and shake hands with him. .
"Mr. Ding should also know that I have no other hobbies, but I have a special liking for the piano. Today, I heard Mr. Ding’s song, which made me feel very self-satisfied and very interested in this song. I don’t know Ding. Can you copy a score to me, and I can play one or two in my spare time."
Li Mingrui flashed a bit, and he spoke his eyes.
When he thought about it, Ding Ning was soon a dead person, but such a good song could not survive with his death, it would be a pity, so even if he was dying, he could only lose his smile. The scores are tricked into the hand.
"No problem, little things."
Ding Ning was very refreshing and promised, but his heart was secretly sneering. It is no wonder that this guy was swearing after Gong, and it was the idea of ​​playing his own score.
It’s just that he can’t figure out what it’s like, how can this guy get the score? This original is still there, is he still dare to say that he is not creative?
"That would be great, I can't wait any longer. I don't know if Mr. Ding can write it down now, and I will be familiar with it earlier."
Li Mingrui squatted and said with a sad face. Seeing Ding Ning’s eyes was a little weird. He hurriedly smiled and complimented:
The main thing is that this song is so nice. I want to practice at night when I arrive home. Otherwise, I am afraid I can’t sleep at night. Feel."
This answer seems to be impeccable, but Ding Ning still faintly feels that something is wrong, but he is daring, not afraid of any intrigues, and he did not take it seriously, and promised: "Yes, I just promised Diba. She writes one, then write it together."
"Okay, thank you so much, Mr. Ding, I am sending people a pen."
Li Mingrui thanked him with a happy face.
But my heart is secretly sneer, what about Dibana? Anyway, she will be my person tonight, her is not mine?
Just waiting for your world to evaporate, this song is my original, people, I want, name, I want.