"The phosphorescence flashes, the air of death grows, the silent cry swells in the throat, the tears of fear fill the eye sockets, the flesh and body glare at each other, the blood drops and cold sweat mix into a stream of liquid, imprison it, a cage of bones
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"The aftereffects of the dark stream caress the souls of the dead, the resentment erodes the soul, order and reincarnation return to nothingness, the false gods fall, the execution ground is cursed, the eternal ones shed their disguises, the faceless ones scream shrilly, perish, the Temple of Corpse Water Rotting Ridge!"<
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On the eighth day, Christine, who returned to the dark jungle, first cast her first self-created spell "Skeleton Cage", and then cast her second self-created spell "Zombie Water Rotting Ridge Temple".<
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However, there is only one small insect in the "Skeleton Cage", and the "Zi Shui Fu Ridge Temple" is floating in mid-air, looking particularly lonely.
"Although it is powerful enough to compete with ancient ferocious beasts, in terms of aesthetics, it will probably be ridiculed by the world. After all, my taste is somewhat special, especially when it comes to magic."
"It can be said that it is completely opposite. The world prefers those flashy spells, no matter how powerful they are. But few people can appreciate my masterpieces and always classify them as the products of the devil."
"So... what is true elegance? In other words, no matter how pleasing it is, if it is not recognized, it will lose its value and have no meaning of existence."
This afternoon, Christine was sitting in the tree house, drinking coffee and staring at the dancing shadows of the trees outside the window. She was not a blood demon who hated light, she just simply didn’t like to bathe in the sun.
As for the little guy in the pregnant spirit jar, he has already fallen into a deep sleep and seems to have no intention of leaving Christine's body. After all, it is a matter of life and death, and no matter how naughty and willful it is, there is no reason to continue to misbehave.
"I remember that during the time I lived in the ancient continent, the thing that impressed me most was the castrato singer with an extremely beautiful voice."
"However, after I truly understood the bitter past behind those castrato singers, instead of sympathizing with them, I became more enthusiastic about listening to their singing."
"She really deserves to be called the 'Devil's Daughter'. If this kind of thing were done by other nobles, they should at least pretend to do it, at least not as straightforwardly as I do."
"But appreciation is appreciation. I simply appreciate the beautiful singing voices of the castratoes. As for the suffering they have experienced, what does it have to do with me? Why should I use it to evaluate me?"
A castrato is a boy with a loud, clear voice who undergoes a cruel castration surgery to change their developing voice before reaching puberty.
Due to changes in sex hormones in the body, their vocal tracts will become narrower, which is conducive to the expansion of the vocal range. Coupled with their huge lung capacity and vocal volume, they have unusual voices.
In her early years, Christine temporarily lived in the High Court of Cisse as the resident ambassador of the dark elves. In addition to reporting the situation of the Principality of Cisse to the Whispering Forest on weekdays, she loved to enjoy opera performances, especially performances by castrati.
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Moreover, she will not be like other aristocrats, who on one hand dress up to attend, and on the other hand, after the performance, they will sanctimoniously squeeze out tears, or sigh to "pity" those castrati singers.
An upright sitting posture, a meticulous expression, and unswerving bright red eyes. When the performance begins, Christine will put down her wine glass; during the performance, Christine will occasionally read the viewing manual; after the performance, no matter good or bad,
No matter what happens, Christine will give you applause and a few gold coins as a bonus.
Christine lost her parents and the protection of her family before she could remember. As a mixed elf, she finally came to the Whispering Forest from the Deep Forest of Twilight and was raised by the Dark Elf Commander.
Although she is a natural dark magician, even though she is so gifted that she has a photographic memory, even though her training speed is comparable to ancient ferocious beasts. But in the end, she is still a girl, but it is a pity that she does not enjoy any female magic.
The life that a child should have is always sitting at the bottom of the Dark Elf King tree and practicing silently.
The day she stepped into the pinnacle was also the moment when she stepped out of the Dark Elf King Tree and participated in the civil war among the elves. As for her, she skipped the young years of ordinary people and seemed extraordinarily stable. Living should be called a helpless choice.
Only when watching an opera performance can she temporarily forget her mission, can she slightly raise the corners of her mouth, and can her thoughts be moved by an actor's passionate performance.
At the beginning, our performance was just our way of expression. Then the audience gradually increased, and our performance began to turn into a play. When the audience became very large, we had to perform according to the audience's expectations.
People who listen to stories are always looking forward to some thrilling moments; people in the stories just hope that everything goes smoothly. Life is like an organ. If you can meet a famous bard to play it, you can play it.
Is it a famous song? It’s considered to have achieved what you wanted.
But if an ordinary person fiddles with it randomly, it may play a series of harsh notes. If you encounter someone who doesn't know how to play the piano, it may not be in tune.
Things that are closely related to the taste of their own era will also die with their own era. And those things that are not in line with their own era are either too pedantic and outdated and have been eliminated by the times, or they are too extraordinary and outstanding and far beyond
It becomes the product of its own era, thereby eliminating its own era.
Christine is the latter type of person. In fact, she is not interested in the performer's story at all, she can only appreciate the other person's performance on the stage.
However, this kind of behavior is despised by the world, or it goes against some rigid dogma. That's why she was called the "Devil's Daughter". The so-called "Devil's Daughter" was not originally used.
To describe how powerful her magic is, it is simply because she rarely shows "pity".
But the funniest thing is that Christine, known as the "Devil's Daughter", has never broken into the opera house as a top powerhouse. She always maintains an elegant posture, even if the ridicule reaches the box.<
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Looking back at those perpetrators, they often use their aristocratic status to boss around, or they use bad words to fight for a better position, or they use dirty tricks for a young and beautiful actor, or they spend money like water just to show off their wealth.
It destroys the original beauty of the opera.
"I am not an elegant person in the eyes of the world, at least I cannot be recognized by everyone."
"But I feel that I am far more elegant than anyone else. At least I will not do any despicable acts. Even before killing the enemy, I have to ask the other party whether their wish has been fulfilled."
"If being honest is wrong, then I am doomed to make the same mistake again and again; if being honest is wrong, then I am doomed to be careful in disguising myself so as not to feel sad again."
"If my voice is compared to a book, then everyone in the world is just the title page of the book, and they are all dispensable appendages. And I will fill the main book with the word elegance until the day I die.
Carve and then draw an end."
After Kristine finished speaking, she sighed, and then murmured so softly. The reason why she became like this, so repulsive to others, was that on the one hand, her strength was too terrifying, and on the other hand,
She was misunderstood by the world and misunderstood that she was a cold-blooded executioner.
And Christine has never explained it to anyone. After all, she enjoys her current life very much, no one disturbs her, and she can do whatever she wants.
In her eyes, elegance is not a balloon that is blown up and will shatter at the touch of a touch. It should be the stubbornness engraved in the bones, which should maintain an elegant posture even when she is alone. For example, the black robe she wears is always spotless.
For example, the coffee cup she put down landed firmly in the center of the cup and saucer, but it was exactly the same.