"Has it started yet?" Feeling the crazy outflow of his spirituality, Snow's fingers were still jumping on the keys, and the sweet notes merged together to form a style that was completely different from Roen's existing musical structure.
The melody is flowing in the air, and some pedestrians have begun to stop and listen on the road below the Elmida Theater. As the most mainstream "entertainment" in this era, music can be said to be an art that everyone except the poorest class can enjoy.
Although the North District is not as rich or expensive as the West District or Queens District, it is also an upper-class area in Backlund. It is precisely because of this that pedestrians here are entitled to a leisurely and leisurely time in the afternoon.
The true creator's gaze spanned the ocean and focused on Snow. Even after restraining, his eyes still contained wild will, which was enough to drive ordinary people crazy.
However, Snow had acquired mental resistance during the listener stage, and often listened to Zhenzao's ravings. He had already adapted to this flamboyant and frenzied spirituality. His stimulating and dangerous gaze instead became a source of excitement for his performance.
Wine.
Well, it's like drinking two bottles of water of life.
With a bit of a dizzy feeling, Snow's fingers moved more and more wildly, and his originally soft playing gradually became more intense.
The piano with ten characteristics of the singer has elevated the already valuable piano to the level of a work of art. People in related industries have even begun to consider whether they can negotiate the rental and use of this piano.
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No one in the industry thinks they can afford it.
More and more people gathered outside the Grand Theater, but Snow's movements did not stop. His body rose and fell with the rhythm, as if he was using this to vent the tension and uneasiness accumulated in his heart at this time.
Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in the distant sky, and the notes on Snow's fingertips became gentler.
He took a deep breath and pressed the final note, because he knew exactly what that light meant.
"The meteor shower was still used in 0-08... Is it because Edsac used it to 'act' as a witch, or did Klein discover something? Or... is it a problem on Mr. Azik's side?"
Snow poured water into his mouth, feeling the spiritual energy in his body being continuously extracted from all sides, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a ferocious arc.
He took out a bell and gently rang it twice. The light from Duoduo's golden eyes flashed away, and disappeared from the place with the letter that Snow had prepared.
The sound of the piano sounded again, but this time, it was no longer an impromptu performance composed of various Russian minor tunes, but a classic repertoire arranged during this period.
The pollution in Zhenzao's gaze gradually decreased, and the evil spirits in Heavenly Creation became more and more excited. Snow looked at the east quietly, and his playing became more and more intense...
But at this moment, Snow's fingertips suddenly trembled, because at this moment, he felt the majestic anger of the true Creator who had originally calmed down.
Even if the anger of the gods was not directed at him, Snow felt his hands and feet become cold in an instant, his brain was trembling, his soul was boiling, and all his sanity was almost melted away at that moment.
The biting chill that almost penetrated everything made Snow truly realize what it means to be as powerful as hell.
Under the anger of the gods, even the most cheerful group of souls became frightened. The spiritual unity that Snow pursued was completed in this moment.
But he was not happy at all.
The main consciousness took advantage of the short-term fear to return to the physical body and tried its best to maintain this rare state, but Snow's heart was full of depression.
"If I had known it was so easy, I would be holding a Mao concert. Wouldn't it be better to find a place to hide and wait for Ince to use that umbilical cord?"
Snow sighed tangledly, but it was just a momentary loss of control, because he knew very well that if it weren't for this performance, Shinzo would not be so focused, and his anger was not directed at himself, nor would he
It was so intense that it almost destroyed my own sanity.
After entering a semi-meditative state and stabilizing his mental state, Snow's fingers jumped again, and the notes that had been briefly paused were played again. Shinzo's anger at that moment also began to slowly calm down in the melody of his hometown.
"Is it about to start?" An angel with thirty-six wings appeared beside Snow. He handed the water glass with a straw to his mouth, allowing the liquid inside to enter Snow's body smoothly.
As his body slowly regained its vitality, Snow's eyes looking towards the east became more and more sharp.
"I can save just one..." As the age of the year rose, the movements of his fingertips suddenly turned, and a new movement began to play.
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On a street deep in the East End, old Kohler hurried back to his rented apartment with a ham wrapped in a paper tape.
He looked around warily, worried that those hungry guys with green eyes would pounce on him and steal his New Year's gift.
Although the environment in the East District is now much better under enthusiastic management, it is only a part of the area after all. The paper population of Backlund's East District is 1.35 million, but the actual population is at least 1.35 million.
times, and the total population of Backlund is only five million.
In other words, no matter how much we increase revenue and reduce expenditure, it is impossible for everyone in the East District to have enough to eat.
Just when Old Kohler was alert to the homeless man who might rush out from the corner, the light yellow mist mixed with iron-black spread, and the visibility became lower and lower. Old Kohler raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose in discomfort—
—
"Why does the fog smell so bad today?"
He tried to speed up the pace, but soon, the painful feeling began to creep up his body. His cheeks began to feel hot, his chest began to feel tight, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he had difficulty breathing. He tried to comfort himself that he would be fine as long as he slept.
He got up, but the rapidly deteriorating situation told him that he might not be able to hold on anymore.
He reached out and hugged the bag containing ham that almost fell apart due to the fall, desperately feeling the realization that death was coming.
But just as the voices and smiles of his late wife and children flashed before his eyes, he vaguely heard singing.
"Song?" Such a thought came to the mind of old Kohler, whose consciousness was already blurred. His eyes, which were already struggling to open, reflected a faint light in the distance.
The song came from far away, and the mist mixed with black iron and light yellow seemed to get out of the way. The man in black clothes walked out of the mist, listening to the chaotic approaching footsteps. Before he fell into coma, old Kohler heard what he heard.