don't call me singer

Chapter 1180 If you don't go up, the road will be long and difficult

"The reeds are green,
White dew is frost.

The so-called Yiren,
On the water side.

retrospectively,

Obstructed and long.

Travel back and forth from it,

Wan in the middle of the water. "

Amid the singing, the war continues.

The huge city is full of wars.

Jiang Wei and Princess Moran, with their subordinates, each guarded a battlement. Between the two battlements, monsters "flowed" like a river.

The singing was surging like a tide, crossing the cruel, cold, bloody battlefield.

In the shadow of the sword, the two supported each other, helped each other, and survived the continuous siege together.

War is always so cruel.

But in the war, the distance between two people is so far, but the hearts are slowly getting closer.

There are some things, irresistible, unstoppable.

Gu Xiaobai's "Song, Dance, Poetry" really brings "small songs and big songs" and "big songs and small songs" to the extreme.

"Yanyan", which expresses the feeling of parting, can be a bloody wedding.

"Ge Sheng", which expresses nostalgia, can be a farewell to the past and a yearning for adventure.

"June", which expresses the invasion of foreign enemies, can also be an introspection beyond oneself.

However, "Jianjia", which expresses yearning, can be based on the feelings of family and country, and the mutual dependence on the battlefield.

Listening to the singing, watching the battle scene that can be called a top fantasy blockbuster, and the cool action design, netizens almost forgot to breathe.

Finally, after singing "Jianjia" for the first time, Gu Xiaobai's singing voice was completely suppressed, and the soundtrack was almost inaudible after mixing, and the volume was gradually increased, and the camera was gradually raised, the sky was blue, and the sun was shining on the earth.

Either kill or die.

The sun's aperture spread, and the picture turned into a snow-white.

Under the soundtrack of string music, the sound of rushing water can be heard.

The snow-white light transformed into a warm dim yellow tone.

The setting sun has already set, shining on the battlefield after the war.

The sound of horseshoes came, and Jiang Wei, who was covered in stinky blood, walked over from a distance, holding a black date.

The isolated city stands in the distance, and in the gap of the collapsed city wall, the burning setting sun elongates his shadow.

Gu Xiaobai's singing sounded again.

This time, it was so soft, so soft that it seemed that a little loud noise could scare the sun down the mountain.

"The reeds are green,
White dew is frost.

The so-called Yiren,
On the water side. "

With a sound of "dong", Jiang Wei threw his armor, which was stained with black blood and scorched marks, on the ground, and squatted by the water to wash his hands.

The blood-stained hands flowed on the water into a blood stream, spreading into the distance.

The camera zoomed up slowly, cleaning the armor and weapons on their bodies, and even the soldiers who jumped into the water to take a bath. The blood on their bodies dyed the river red, as if red paint had been poured in, and slowly flowed downstream.

The camera zoomed up again, outside the city wall, there were countless monster corpses lying on the ground, some were as small as cats and dogs, and some were bigger than giant elephants.

By the river, the soldiers took off their blood-stained armor and washed their hardened clothes.

Somebody picked off a piece of reed, held it in his mouth, and blew out a whistle like a child whimpering.

Jiang Wei sighed heavily, not sure if it was because of physical pain or mental exhaustion.

He dropped his armor and sword, lay down by the river, took a reed leaf in his mouth, and blew a melodious tune.

The wind blows the reeds and makes a rustling sound.The melody of reed whistles and reed leaves lingers under the dusk.

Heizao stood quietly beside him, kissing his forehead lightly with his own lips, interrupting his playing.

He stretched out his hand, rubbed Black Date's head vigorously, and let go of the reed leaf in his hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the reed leaves were blown up and flew over the reeds.

"Follow it back,
Obstructed and long.

Travel back and forth from it,

Wan in the middle of the water. "

That leaf flew over the winding river, over the reeds swaying in the evening wind, over all the hustle and bustle, over the silhouette of the setting sun, and landed in the upstream water.

The camera was aimed at the reed leaves fluttering in the water with ripples. In the distance, a blurry figure slowly appeared. The figure took off the armor while walking towards the water.

Amidst the sound of "dong, dong", the heavy armor fell to the ground, and then a pair of jade feet stretched into the water.

At this point, the lens changes to a bird's-eye view.

The blood-stained body plunged into the river. On the surface of the water, a human-shaped blood-colored ripple spread out. In the center of the blood-colored body, a snow-white body slowly emerged.

Like orchids in the water.

The sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" came, and the snow-white figure swam to the middle of the water, and slowly untied the bun on his head.

The blood-stained hair spread out in the water like black weeds.

The singing continues:

"Jianjia is desolate,
Bai Lu Weixi.

The so-called Yiren,
In the water of Mae. "

Her slender but powerful hands with frayed skin and gaping jaws caressed her shoulders, her neck, and her waist.

That picture is both seductive and holy.

Her body has the softness of a woman, the fortitude of a warrior,
The camera slowly spiraled up, just enough to block all possible directions of light loss because of her movements.

Suddenly, her hand touched the wound on her back, she gasped, her chapped lips were tightly pressed together, and her brows were tightly wrinkled.

She took a few deep breaths, raised her head, and looked towards the sky.

The shot goes straight up, up.

In the long river that runs across the wasteland, there are green reeds, blood-colored river water, and a little white.

She is like the only saint in this world.

Downstream of the river, Jiang Wei was already lying on the bank and fell asleep.

Heizao was gnawing on the grass beside him, and in the cage around his waist, Di Jiang was humming to Heizao.

Heizao's mouth moved closer and gnawed the hay that woven the cage. After a few bites, a hole was gnawed out of the cage.

The grasshopper jumped out of the cage with a "boom", and Di Jiang also flew out of the cage, buzzing around the black dates a few times, and flew into the distance.

The camera is chasing Di Jiang, and under the macro, its wings and the fluff on its body are fully visible.

The sun has gradually fallen below the horizon, and on the horizon in the distance, a golden arc is burning. Dijiang is flying on the burning horizon, look to the left and look to the right.

Suddenly, it saw Princess Moran taking a bath, flew over with a "buzz", sat down on a reed leaf, hugged its six legs in front of it, looked at it for a while, sighed contentedly, and then Shaking his head, he turned and flew downstream.

Jiang Wei was still sleeping there.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Di Jiang jumped up and down on Jiang Wei's head, finally waking Jiang Wei up.

Jiang Wei waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive Di Jiang away, but Di Jiang jumped on his hand, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Aw!" With a sound, Jiang Wei was finally fully awake.

Wielding his baton, he chased Di Jiang and ran for hundreds of meters, but was suddenly stunned.

In the river, Princess Moran tilted her head, rubbing and washing her long hair in the river.

Jiang Wei stood there in a daze, and the singing came from afar:
"Follow it back,
The road blocks and climbs.

Travel back and forth from it,

Wan in the water. "

(End of this chapter)