Qi Xia laughed and took out a generation of gold coins from the ring and placed them on the table.
The singer glanced at the money bag and sat up straight.
"A hundred and a hundred years later, the ancient sea flashed slightly..."
Qi Xia just squinted his eyes and prepared to listen, but after one sentence of singing, he never heard the rest.
The singer looked at Qi Xia and then at the money bag.
"..." Is this the rhythm of a bag of gold coins in one sentence?! Qi Xia almost laughed out loud. He had seen money-obsessed people before, but never seen such a money-obsessed person.
Another bag of gold coins was placed on the table, and the singer's voice sounded faintly.
This time, Qi Xia was very conscious. Before the singing stopped, he had already placed the next bag of coins on the table.
"A few rows of egrets fly over and flags are blown, blood splashes on the wrists when the battle ends, the iron shoulders of the world, the lone courage in desperate situations, a sigh in the evening on a stranger's road, the sky that washes away the dust of the heart..."
The soft singing lingered in the backyard at night. Under the moonlight, only this singing lingered in her ears. Qi Xia half-squinted her eyes and looked at the red-dressed singer under the moonlight. The slow singing, under the scorn,
But with a thrilling passion.
Qi Xia closed his eyes, the song flowed into his heart, and the gorgeous pictures bloomed in front of his eyes.
Wolf smoke was everywhere, firelight illuminated the sky, and the sounds of fighting were endless.
Looking around, monsters, monsters, humans, and monsters were fighting in chaos, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood permeating the air.
He sat on the back of Qilin, the staff in his hand shone with dazzling light, and large-scale magic bombarded him. The corpses of monsters and beasts were everywhere around him. The endless monsters were like a tide, and they surged up again. The light of magic
Illuminating the dim sky, Qilin stepped on the auspicious clouds and soared into the sky. The staff in Qi Xia's hand did not stop for a moment, and the magical light fell like rain.
Death is accompanied by war, mourning, and beacon smoke.
His eyes were filled with dense monsters. In the sky, flying monsters attacked repeatedly. A large number of flying monsters died in the air. Their blood-stained bodies turned into a streak of blood and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, a whine pierced Qi Xia's eardrums. He was startled and looked toward the source of the sound.
At the end of the monster army, a familiar figure jumped into Qi Xia's eyes. Not far from that figure, a huge black vortex was flying quickly towards that figure and the Suzaku under her.
!
In an instant, Qi Xia's heartbeat stopped. He stared at the nightmare-like scene, and for the first time, unprecedented panic appeared in his cynical eyes.
The black vortex swallowed up the figure and the firebird in an instant.
The heartbreaking pain went straight to Qi Xia's soul.
"This is not true... this is not true... Qilin!" Qi Xia gritted his teeth and roared, and the Qilin turned into a silver light and rushed towards the black whirlpool.
The black vortex swallowed everything it touched, burning everything.
When Qilin arrived, Qi Xia could only look at the bones scattered on the ground and the familiar Na ring.
"It's not true... She's not dead, it's not true..." Qi Xia opened her mouth, staring at the cold white bones, her fists clenched at her sides, her shoulders trembling faintly.
He hurriedly jumped off the Qilin's back. The moment he landed, he held the slender human bones in his hands, his pupils shaking desperately...