Please ask the dream.

Chapter 129 The Great Being May Have Some Serious Illness

Feng Xue, who was not mentally ill, naturally did not choose to sit on the plastic chair that looked like an altar. When option two was activated, he suddenly began to feel the existence of his body.

This is undoubtedly a self-test.

As the body remained in a frozen stiff state, the entire room began to change. The originally dim space began to gradually brighten, and the room, which was not narrow but not spacious either, began to extend in all directions.

The delicate floor began to become uneven, and the distance between me and the plastic chair that was originally in front of me gradually increased.

A faint sense of déjà vu came over Feng Xue. Before he could think about the source of this feeling, he was already attracted by other things.

On the chair that should have been empty, a figure sat there at some point.

Her long straight black hair cascaded down like a waterfall and swayed in the breeze. The black and shiny hair, which looked like the special effects in a shampoo commercial, attracted his attention involuntarily.

A slightly sad erhu melody was played in the empty space. From the back of the person sitting on the plastic chair, Feng Xue knew that it was the other person who was playing.

Then, his body took a step forward uncontrollably.

Feng Xue knew that the interlude was coming.

only……

"Hey! Little sister, the days of playing the erhu everywhere are over! Give me the Yanmohu!"

"Huh?" Feng Xue was completely confused when she heard the words coming out of her mouth. Little sister? Could it be the stepsister in this simulation? In that case, the back figure does look a bit like her, but... what the hell is she playing the erhu everywhere? A rebellious girl ran away from home and performed the erhu to make money?

And what the hell is that Yama?

and many more……

Yama?!
This platform...

Blanch!
This great being might be suffering from some serious illness!
Just as Feng Xue was complaining madly in his heart, the huqin suddenly stopped. The black-haired girl sitting on the plastic chair turned her back to him and uttered a girlish voice as clear as a yellow warbler.

"If you want it, just come and get it yourself! You already know the rules."

"【Planting flowers and cursing words】!" Feng Xue almost spit out his hometown dialect and complained madly in his heart, but he still sighed and said in the cutscene:

"I knew you would say that."

After that, a red...

"Violin?" Feng Xue was even more confused when looking at the "weapon" in his hand. What kind of script did this great being write?

But before he could think about how the violin should fight, the girl opposite stood up, the non-degradable plastic chair of the food stall disappeared out of thin air the next moment, and the girl turned around.

then……

"puff!"

Although this girl in a sailor suit and pleated skirt outfit was indeed the stepsister who had promised Feng Xue to "get married after the war" during this exploration, and her looks and hairstyle were indeed within Feng Xue's strike zone, at this moment, Feng Xue still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

because……

The other person was wearing the kind of small round black sunglasses that only blind street performers in old movies would wear, and paired with the blue erhu she was holding in her hand... "Puff..."

However, the girl in front of him obviously did not notice Feng Xue's laughter in her heart. She held up her rather high-end and classy huqin and asked:
"How many times have we fought?"

Feng Xue helplessly watched "himself" put the violin on his shoulder and sighed:
"It's hard to say. In my childhood memories, we were always fighting..."

"Why don't I know?" Feng Xue couldn't help but mutter in his heart, listening to the meaningless drumbeats beside his ears. How could he, the war-crazy character in this exploration, fight with this girl from childhood to adulthood? How fierce must this girl be?
However, the interlude obviously didn't give him a chance to complain. He just pressed the strings with his bow under the guidance of some kind of force and sighed helplessly.

"It's time to put an end to this, once and for all."

Hearing his words, the girl wearing black sunglasses also put the bow on the strings and revealed a meaningful smile.

Then, in the next moment, Feng Xue's body regained freedom.

"Fuck, where's the health bar! It's not authentic if it doesn't show up!"

Feng Xue, who didn't see the health bar, complained in his heart, and at the same time, he was considering whether he should play music or fight next. After all, the posture of both sides was more like a piano duel than a fight!

however……

"Buzz!"

A slightly long piano sound was played with the friction between the bow and the strings. Before Feng Xue had time to think about what song the other party was going to play, a strong sense of crisis had already emerged.

The powerful attack speed bonus allowed him to react instantly, but even with an attack speed boost of 42%, he could still only barely dodge. Looking at the falling hair and the blood oozing from the forehead, Feng Xue finally determined what was going on this time: it was a battle!
only……

"Can't summon a pencil? Can't make it rain! Is the collection invalid? Or must I use music-related skills to fight? But what does a food stall seat have to do with music?"

Feng Xue gritted his teeth and started moving the bow in his hand.

A world-famous song that was somewhat similar to Canon was played from the huqin. Feng Xue's mind turned, and the violin in his hand suddenly hummed~
An unimaginable sound came out from the violin, so that the Canon that had just started was instantly stuck. Feng Xue couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up in his heart, but what made him helpless was that his violin sound did not summon the Dimension Slash like the other party's.

"Tsk, it seems that there is no rule for converting sound into attack, but that we must use music-related abilities to fight."

Feng Xue thought with dissatisfaction in his heart, but fortunately, he actually has musical skills!
But this also made him wonder whether it was precisely because he had musical skills that the so-called great being arranged such a farce for him.

"Death Troupe, come out!"

At Feng Xue's command, two figures emerged from behind him. Fortunately for him, although the collection seemed to be disabled, the "what you think is what you get" function of the dream was not blocked. The unskilled Death Troupe actually successfully carried out the show with only theoretical knowledge. The only drawback was that there were only two people in the troupe at this time!

"Two? That's fine!"

With slightly disordered steps, he dodged the blue flying blade that came with the music. The bow in Feng Xue's hand suddenly jumped up, and a golden wind blew in the ward!
To the beat of the music, two puppets that looked exactly like Feng Xue suddenly separated. A magician in a gorgeous tuxedo and an exaggerated top hat suddenly approached the target and slid through the encirclement of flying blades as if he had no bones. Accompanied by the rapidly rising and falling melody, he performed a set of close combat.

The sound of the erhu suddenly changed its tune, and invisible blades fell from the sky. Looking at this replica of the May rain, Feng Xue's bow jumped. With a hallucination like "jo~jo~", the puppet who had distanced himself fired two bullets in response.

Like drum beats accompanying piano music, two bullets accurately hit the uneven rocks, and shot towards the erhu in the girl's hand from the blind spot of her vision. At this moment, the magician also escaped from the rain of swords, and the poker cards in his hand were about to cut the girl's neck.

"Jiang... Damn, why are you still transforming into a demon?!"

(End of this chapter)