Movement Six: Love Tells Me (12): Let me answer! (Two in one)
"The chariot of the 'key' that has begun to take on a divine nature?"
Looking at the dancing arc of electricity on the girl in the purple skirt, "Miss Crimson" tossed her pigment-stained hair behind her back and let out a gentle laugh again.
"Ha...sister, you are really inseparable."
In fact, the leader of the Joyful Listening Club is very vigilant. While using "Summer Noon Dream" to complete the ceremony, she has been closely monitoring Fan Ning's performance to see if there is any "deviation".
The slight elevation of the church in the second movement was a little confusing, but shortly after the beginning of the third movement, when it rose higher again, she immediately noticed something strange and took action. It was just that the saint Liu Li appeared, and she had to avoid the edge for the time being.
.
After this saint declined due to creating a "historical projection", we have reached the present.
However, it is not too late, and judging from this final fifth movement, I am afraid that there is still a long way to go to refute "Red Pond"'s knowledge about love and desire.
"More than a month ago, you were still a pitiful first-level Xu Xiao. The speed of your strength recovery is really a big surprise. You are almost catching up to my level more than a hundred years ago."
She smiled and praised her sister a few words, and then changed the topic:
"But how many times can you withstand the impact of the chariot?"
After hearing this, Qiong's face became a little gloomy.
The gasping and rising of her chest was much greater than that of the other person. It was obvious that she had suffered a huge loss in the first confrontation.
With the help of Fan Ning and the nourishment of the "hidden lamp", her current strength has indeed almost returned to its original state, but "Miss Crimson" has already regained half of her power after being transformed into the "Chi" phase.
Or, the gap will definitely get wider and wider over the years.
"Chi chi chi..." Another blow, and several strange spikes with dizzy patterns shot towards the command podium, and were once again tied up by a dark purple net that appeared out of thin air.
This led to a longer stalemate.
"Three angels sang a sweet song, and such a joyful song resounded throughout heaven,
They cheered heartily because the host and guests had redeemed themselves and been saved.
Psalmist our lord…at the banquet…disciples…the gift of flowers…buzz buzz…”
The children's choir and the women's choir were singing, but Qiong felt that there were tiny sounds of flies in her ears, and she could no longer hear clearly what the lyrics behind them were.
She gritted her teeth, opened the small wooden box hanging at her waist, and threw up a dark mass, instantly covering a large mass of dead black space around her.
"It's really a waste to use the remains of the 'Hidden Lamp' in your hands like this. How long can you play with it?..."
"Miss Crimson", whose body was covered in various colors of paint, took a step forward again, and those spikes with strange patterns pierced directly forward!
The tip sank silently into Qiong's body, and then the suction cup became swollen and transparent, and began to suck crazily!
However, nothing substantial has flowed out for the time being, and all that has been sucked in is the dark mysterious substance covered by the remains of the "Hidden Lamp".
"The poet asked: Why are you standing here? Why are you crying in the corner?" Following the choir, Miss Nightingale also joined the array of voices.
...Is that one of the teacher's former lovers? Seeing the girl in purple skirt appear to help, she not only felt a sense of security about the changes around the teacher, but also felt a subtle sense of relief and enlightenment.
No wonder, she turns out to be such a beautiful and cute girl who few people can beat...
"not good."
Qiong, who was pulling the remains of the "Hidden Lamp" with a ray of divinity, felt that her inspiration was fading crazily, and her thoughts were flickering like candlelight in the wind.
What flows in those swollen transparent suckers is no longer a pure black mysterious substance, but begins to be mixed with purple fluorescent stars.
In fact, there was no restraint that prevented Qiong from moving, but she still refused to retreat and stood firmly in the middle of the connection between Fan Ning and "Miss Crimson'er"!
"Can't wait any longer." Fan Ning stared at the golden sun-like area at the top of the path - the "that door" at the other end of the "this door" in the door. It has been seen, but it is still far away.
The climbing speed is still not fast enough.
Illusive stripes of green and purple flashed before his eyes, and Fanning began to outline the mysterious painting that would anchor the "Fountain in the Painting."
Seven paintings in total, including "The Room of Pain"!
Compared with the temporary recovery of the "Erotic One" last time, Fan Ning originally planned to wait until he was promoted to the Deeper One before making a fundamental attempt, but now he can no longer wait, and the dream that is about to disappear cannot wait, and he is holding back.
"Miss Crimson's" Joan can't wait any longer.
"recurrent."
After feeling a strange response, he used this sense of certainty and confirmation to perform the same trick on Luna who was in the lead singer's seat.
Once again, the little girl's face regained color, the darkness of her hair, piercings and eyelashes gradually increased, the color quickly spread downwards, the trembling heat in her spirituality began to rise, her spirituality became clear again, and her spiritual touch extended to the stage.
Every corner.
But Fan Ning, who had not yet made a breakthrough, found that the burden placed on him by manipulating the "fountain in the painting" increased sharply, and his inspiration burned fiercely.
He did not stop giving color. At the same time, the conductor's baton fell between the orchestra, playing a rising sound like a pure white ribbon!
The text of the fifth movement is "Three Angels Singing Sweet Songs". Fan Ning uses three parts of the children's choir, female choir and female solo in the music design to intersperse and present the theme to express innocent joy.
The first part is about punishment and repentance.
Now it is the latter.
Each line of the band ends with the flute's decorative notes, and so on until it reaches the highest point, and the light dims briefly.
"Gracious poet, I wish to cry no more. But I have sinned six times and begged my Lord to forgive me!
I walked alone, my clothes stained with tears, begging for mercy and rescue!..."
With the cooperation of Luna's lead vocals and An's solo singing, the level of the entire vocal effect has been essentially sublimated, and a pink light beam soars into the sky from the choir bench!
Although the momentum and size are far less than before, it still resembles the blazing glory when the "Awakening Chant" was realized!
"Dang——Dang——" "Bin——Bang——"
The morning bells were ringing, and the onomatopoeia of the little angels was still echoing. The poetic pink color overshadowed the ferocious scarlet of the host and the monster.
The intense ceremony atmosphere became exhausted. They, their bodies, and their bodies first became desolate, and then disintegrated. Particles and ashes fell and floated from everywhere, bringing with them the repentance and comfort of being liberated from the spiritual remnants.
There was a break between the band and a breather. The spiritually awakened little girl looked at all this in a daze, opened her mouth but made no sound.
Did he, this illusion about to disappear, the illusion of a "discolored person" who was born unnoticed, actually... redeem the people of the Southern Kingdom who had fallen into madness and sin before leaving?
"There is..." She suddenly looked at the famous piano "Feasting Beast" on the side.
On the golden-red shell of this behemoth, there were actually vicious cracks as thin as an arm!
Purple smoke with a sharp texture floated out in layers, and it seemed to lead to an unknown and dangerous dreamland.
A huge and complex amount of knowledge hit Luna's mind. Although Chengming's spirituality would not collapse due to this, she still lost her complex thinking ability for a while and could only filter out a few keywords from the information.
"Didn't the teacher notice that it was cracked?" Luna felt that Scheele on the podium did not notice this.
Of course, everything here will disappear, and so will the "Feasting Beast". This should be just a sign of its dissipation.
I and my sister are already very lonely. Apart from the current music and the teacher on the stage, I can no longer remember many things that have happened to me, as if it has been too long.
The last verse is still a sacred and exquisite interpretation.
But she felt so exhausted and wanted to sleep like a normal night.
“Bravo!
"
The closing part was still being played, and applause broke out.
"Have you finished the performance? You've worked hard. I wanted to let you rest and relax..."
A gentle and evil female voice came from Fan Ning's ears, and suddenly it escalated into a vicious and vicious scolding——
"But you let go of the sacrifices I cooked! You washed away the secret taste I gave you! How can we satisfy the 'Great Mother' you gave us!?"
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho..."
Suddenly, a strange sound like an indistinct roar in the liquid came out from the cracks on the floor of the ceremony platform. The evil god who had not yet returned to her seat seemed to have vented her anger in advance!
"boom!
!
!”
The ground around the church turned into powder, flying around the stage in the dark red fog!
In the huge empty space, in the nightmare of the "Red Pond", for a while, only the lonely ceremony stage and the extremely incongruous recording device hanging in the red mist below the stage were left.
“Not enough, still not enough!
"
The energy of the chariot tends to dissipate again, and Fan Ning in the Hui Tower is shouting in his heart.
The "other gate" at the far end is already visible, but it is still at a high position on a nearly vertical path, like looking at the dazzling light at the wellhead from the bottom of a well.
The physical appearance of the musicians on the stage has almost been lost. Even Luna and Miss Nightingale, who are in slightly better condition, may have less than 10% transparency left.
"Chichichi......" Those swollen suckers that penetrated into the black curtain of the "Hidden Light" sucked out more and more purple light in the black mysterious substance.
particles.
"You won't get out of the way, right?"
The blood-red figure is soft and smiling.
"My sister doesn't want to do anything to you either?... Ask him to hand over the things he shouldn't have, the remains of the 'Fountain in the Painting' and the 'Key to Time No. 1'. It was a waste to go against me in the past.
Time will no longer matter and I will leave you a place in this new kingdom of love?"
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"Are you going to let me in!?!?"
There was a fierce scolding, and then hundreds of more spikes were directed at the girl in the purple skirt under the dark shadow of the lampshade, making a slurping sound that made everyone feel chilled!
Qiong gritted her white teeth, looked at the other person coldly for a moment, and then suddenly laughed softly.
"What do you think this is?" She held a strange object in her hand.
The withered fruit exuding gray-black smoke seemed to have hidden all vitality and emotion, but there were two green leaves on it, and the outer edge was filled with a warm light of infinite vitality.
"What do you mean?" Miss Crimson's face changed.
"It's not interesting." Qiong smiled and tilted her head, as if conveying something that had nothing to do with her, "I just want to drag you into the water..." She looked at Fan Ning on the podium again.
At a glance, "And... let me say it again, that day's trip to the archipelago, small town, rainforest and hospital was three people! I can't even forget it in my dream!"
"
After saying that, there was a crisp crackling sound, and she directly crushed the fruit in her hand!
"Are you crazy..." Miss Hong'er was frightened, and with the same explosion, her figure quickly collapsed into a ball of blood mist, while Miss Purple Bean Cake, who was one step ahead of her and turned into a purple flowing outline, had lines all over her body.
She must be tightly entangled!
The strange object destroyed in Qiong's hand was the twin truth that they both took in - a "Pleroma Fruit"!
This fruit picked in the Glow Garden has two sides. What Joan only has is the side that is stronger than the "wild" phase. However, due to such a special twin relationship, once it is destroyed...it means that she will be disadvantaged.
The table of the chess game was overturned. Both of them fell from the realm of half-order enforcer to the third level of understanding or lower. There was no longer any divine advantage of "more than a hundred years of training ahead"!
Red and purple lines were tangled and mixed, arcs of electricity and blood splashed in all directions, making a mess in front of the stage!
Qiong's counterattack, which was completely based on "die together", would have definitely made Fan Ning panic, but now he was completely "fixed" by Qiong's last words.
three people?
Never forget even in your dreams...
Just three people?......
What kind of revelation should we seize?... A sense of anxiety approaching answers and revelations seized Fan Ning's mind.
At the end, the morning bell gradually fades away and disappears.
After falling from a height, Qiong's life and death were still unknown while still fighting her opponent, while Luna and An's figures became even more dazed...
On the podium, Fan Ning's fisted hand was trembling slightly.
No, even if the dream spirits born in the southern country leave this continent, they will dissipate after the arrival of the "Red Pond", but my own spirituality does not choose to send them away, which means that in today's ceremony, I will find a person.
A way to not completely lose hope!
What is the final revelation in this dream?
"...So, among the many occult features of dreams, what is the most abstract and essential?"
He thought of the day when his group returned from St. Agena's Hospital and walked in the Ortos rainforest in midsummer. There was a thick smell of rosin, clear moonlight and noisy sounds of insects and birds.
After a long time, Qiong thought on her lapel:
"The suppressed emotions and desires are satisfied in disguised form."
Three people...
Among the three girls of the Chretien family, why is Camilla missing?
Yes, even so, there are still three of them, and Qiong is also by his side.
Fan Ning shook his head slightly.
When was Camilla never mentioned again?…
When did he and Joan gain direct contact with the Southern Dreamland?...
Hunters, nine dead hunters, two leaders, seven subordinates...
He thought of Joan's handwriting again:
"The suppressed emotions and desires are satisfied in disguised form."
Suppressed... desire?
Pretended...satisfaction?
Love, right?
"Hahaha......"
Fan Ning suddenly laughed twice with relief.
"I think I might understand..."
"Purple Bean Cake, you idiot! Do you think you can drag down my plan like this?..." Miss Crimson's roar of anger and filial piety started again.
"The 'Great Mother' is only at the last moment before she comes to this country. Even if I fall temporarily, I will eventually be picked up and promoted, and you...hehe, the poet is dead, the music is over, you have no choice but to seek your own death.
There’s no point in being off the road!”
"Master conductor, bravo!
"
Following her praise, in a space of turbid dark red mist, even the remaining ceremony table turned into bloody tatters.
“Who taught you people to shout ‘bravo’ before the show is over?”
Fan Ning suddenly sneered on the podium.
"You have such a low education, you must often be kicked out of concerts, right?"
The red and purple lights on the side were intertwined and stagnant for a while.
Luna and An, whose figures were almost transparent, looked at their teacher in surprise.
In this nightmare country filled with blood and desire, after the songs and bells of the fifth movement faded away, Fan Ning raised his baton again.
"The poet is dead, so I will answer the question about 'love' myself!"