Please ask the dream.

Chapter 604 Turmoil
As the leaves passed by her eyes, the noisy sounds in Xiao Gudu's ears suddenly became clear. The cheers and shouts of the audience outside the booth completely disappeared, leaving only bursts of piano sounds coming from the direction of the stage. She knew that was the musician who had performed before her.

"You play really well!" Little Lonely's wandering thoughts slowed down slightly, but Huang Shengsheng's voice came to his ears:

"How does it feel like, then?"

"It should be... okay, right? Probably." Little Lonely looked out through the crack in the door and found that the audience had disappeared. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know the spell of "Blindness", but she had been to the Dreamland after all. Although the method of exploring the Dreamland had not been summarized in that era, and the Creator had not laid the wedge of rules, she still understood that everything in the Dreamland had to be "understood" before it could be observed.

Therefore, she did not feel anything strange about the sudden disappearance of the audience, but instead felt a different kind of relief.

"There are no audiences. I am playing the piano alone. It's just that the place where I play the piano is more luxurious! It's no problem!"

Seeing her elder sister walking down the stage with an electronic keyboard in her arms, she nodded vigorously as if hypnotizing herself, and walked onto the stage with her guitar.

The guitar melody that I had played countless times sounded a little unfamiliar under the speaker.

Not the sound of someone alone in a closet, hearing it through headphones.

If you are not in battle, you should focus on the enemy and not remember the sound clearly.

It is not the sound of a performance that is being changed by requests that have nothing to do with the music.

“Is this the sound a guitar should make? This feeling is really… eh, this is wrong!”

Little Lonely stood in the center of the stage, about to welcome that kind of spiritual breakthrough, but her heart suddenly jumped. Although her fingers were still playing the familiar melody skillfully, she suddenly realized a problem in her mind (in fact, the hero's dream will be immune to mental influence when played correctly, including deceiving herself [laugh]) -

"No, no, no, no... In this way, only others can see me, right? So I am still exposed to everyone, but I can't see it myself! Everyone is actually looking at me now! How do I play? Do you like it? There must be someone pointing fingers, right?"

A strong sense of tension suddenly arose. Under the empty stage, it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes appeared out of thin air. They stared at him, some whispered, and some laughed at him without any scruples. Under the intense tension, a few wrong notes jumped out in Xiao Gudu's originally smooth piano sound.

"What should I do? I played it wrong! Everyone must be laughing at me, right? Of course! No, I have to correct it!"

Although he thought so in his mind, the more nervous Xiao Gudu became, the more likely he was to make mistakes. In just a short paragraph, he made several wrong notes.

In her field of vision, those faces expressing mockery, sarcasm, contempt...all kinds of negative emotions became clearer and clearer, as if people all over the world were mocking her cowardice.

"Isn't this okay? She's about to cause a nightmare outbreak all by herself!"

Looking at the nightmares that began to form in the audience, like the faceless man in Spirited Away, Lou Shuang couldn't help but shudder. Even though Cellinina's nightmares wouldn't erode her sanity because of the rules Feng Xue had embedded with cabbage, more than a decade of stereotypes still made her feel uncomfortable when she saw a large number of nightmares.

"Don't think of her as so fragile." Feng Xue spread his hands, but suddenly raised his eyebrows. It turned out that Huang Shengsheng sent him a secret signal.

Although Feng Xue didn't dare to say that he fully understood Xiao Gudu's personality, he had some understanding of her after reading some of her memories during the exploration. Since he had arranged Huang Shengsheng as insurance, how could he not have a plan in advance?

As Huang Xianer, who has her own cultivation system, Huang Shengsheng naturally has a very good control over her character. After getting her hint, the two of them started to act almost at the same time.

Before he knew it, the leaves that had been stuck in front of Xiao Gudu's eyes began to change. At the same time, the rules of the entire exhibition hall were also rewritten by Feng Xue.

The nightmares caused by Xiao Gudu's fear disappeared instantly, and then Xiao Gudu suddenly found that he could vaguely hear some voices...

"Why is it suddenly a bit confusing? Did you play it wrong?"

"You played it pretty well just now... maybe you were nervous?"

“Is it too stressful to perform on stage for the first time?”

"It was pretty good just now..."

Listening to the voice beside her, the originally empty auditorium in front of Xiao Gudu became a little blurry, and vague figures appeared in her eyes, not clear, but shadowy.

There was surprise, confusion and a little worry in his expression, but mostly, it was just indifference, indifference, and lack of concern, as if he was just quietly waiting for her to finish playing.

If it was just the first time he stepped on the stage and made a mistake in playing a note, this situation would be enough to scare Xiao Gu Du to collapse. However, after having imagined countless worse scenarios before, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel "What! Is that it?"

Although Xiao Gudu did not notice this change in her mentality, she was indeed not as nervous as before.

The wrong notes were slowly corrected and the guitar melody became smooth again.

Xiao Gudu gradually found her state, and the gradually clearer expressions of the audience made her feel more confident.

"They are looking at me! They are not indifferent! They are starting to pay attention to me! I must be shining now, right?!"

Little Lonely's fingertips began to jump, and the music changed involuntarily. Her mood was getting better, and the audience's emotions were also aroused.

"Amazing!"

“It feels completely different from before!”

“It’s like he’s become a different person!”

It should have been a very soft and subtle sigh, but it reached Little Lonely's ears much more clearly than the sound of the guitar that was so close to him.

She raised her head again, and the vague shadows before had become extremely clear.

The audience, who had been watching a sports event and ignored the cheerleading performance at halftime, had picked up their cheering sticks without knowing when. The pink fluorescent light began to dance in the exhibition hall with the melody of the guitar. The piano music stopped abruptly, which was surprising, but it was reasonable when you think about it carefully. When you come back to your senses from that moment of confusion, all that is left is enthusiastic cheers.

"The next person to come on stage is..."

Hearing the host's voice in his ears, Xiao Gudu walked down the stage in a daze, and even when he entered the backstage, he was still a little absent-minded.

"Great!" Huang Shengsheng stretched out her hand to applaud, which made Xiao Gudu react. As if she had just woken up from a dream, she shuddered suddenly, then revealed a somewhat tragic smile and said:
"It's all an illusion created by you anyway, no need to comfort me!"

"Who said that? The leaf was rubbed off when you were busy tuning the music. Otherwise, you can touch it yourself to see if it is still there." Huang Shengsheng said speechlessly. Upon hearing this, Xiao Gudu opened her eyes as wide as she could. Her pupils were even out of focus for a moment. She kept scratching her face for a while and stuck her head through the crack in the door. The audience on the stage were indeed the same cheering audience she had seen before. Some of the cheering sticks even hadn't changed color yet. Only then did her legs go limp and she sat directly on the ground.

"I still have the previous videos here. Do you want to see them?" Huang Shengsheng handed a tablet to Xiao Gudu. Although she should open it directly at this time, there was no other way. She was an ancient monster and didn't understand how to use this kind of technological props.

Little Gu Du was trembling and didn't dare to answer it, but tears kept flowing out of the corners of his eyes. Seeing that this level was passed, Feng Xue withdrew his attention and turned his focus back to the entire map.

"Isn't this too easy to fool?" Lou Shuang watched the whole process in amazement. It was hard to connect this cute girl who could be tricked into getting on board eight times in one night with the "first architect" who could always be seen on the streets.

So the nightmare army lost to such a naive person?

"It can't be called a lie, after all, only the first half is fake, the second half is indeed a real reaction. Although I did select the audience, they do have the ability to appreciate. If Xiao Gudu's level is not high enough, there is nothing I can do, right?"

Feng Xue spread her hands and responded indifferently. Xiao Gudu's problem is self-confidence. As long as she gets over the initial hurdle, she can handle it on her own.

As for how he accurately selected the audiences with better tempers and more tolerance... can't you tell by looking at the masks?
Although it is called acting, the mask itself is the attitude that a person displays in daily life. If the mask does not match his true nature, it means that he has spent a lot of time on the acting and naturally cannot expose his true nature casually. If the mask is similar to his true nature, then there is no need to worry.

"You really care about this pink one!"

The female ghost muttered something with a hidden agenda, but Feng Xue raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't understand Xiao Gudu completely, but he knew Su Yeli too well. Rather than saying it was jealousy, it was more like the female ghost's temper had come back.

So he pulled Su Yeli into his arms as Lou Shuang's eyes twitched, ruffling her seductive long hair wantonly, and teased:

"Of course not! This is our family's mascot! We have to take good care of it!"

……

Just as Feng Xue was slowly dealing with the issue of the capping of the Utopia, the battle between the Star Ring Expeditionary Force and the Rainbow Cherry Warriors had just lasted for more than ten hours.

But in the past ten hours, the entire international situation has been changing dramatically. Leaving aside Hongying and Xinghuan who have already started fighting, at this moment, the most turbulent place in the world is Qingyun.

The Fifth World War was the continuation of the Fourth World War which came to an abrupt end due to the birth of Qingyun III. Whether it was the two Star Ring creators who fought to the death with the Second Generation, or the evil neighbor Hongying who had been enemies since the beginning of the era, they could all be called a feud.

On the contrary, when it comes to the country of Shinra, if we have to make a calculation, Qingyun is somewhat in the wrong.

Who made Barrow, the predecessor of the Holy Roman Empire, and its surrounding small countries the battlefield of the proxy war between the three major powers during the Third World War? However, no one could have imagined that such a country without any foundation could actually give birth to a "fool" who believed in the existence of gods and pushed himself to the level of the Creator.

However, these historical issues are no longer important at this time, because for nearly 180 years, under the protection of the invincible Sandaime, the entire Qingyun has lived a very comfortable life.

In the Star Ring country, there is the Sword of Damocles that allows mortals to kill gods, in Hongying, there are various natural disasters that are approaching step by step, and in Shinra, there are cults everywhere. If you are not careful, various nightmares will come. Only Qingyun, for one hundred and eighty years, a full six generations, has been comfortable enough to forget the disputes, hatred, history, and even awe.

But fortunately, it’s not too late.

In the more than 20 years since the death of the Sandaime, constant wars have forced people to reminisce. The temptations of neighboring small countries and the pressure from big countries have made the new generation mature rapidly.

It’s a pity that these mature new generations have been sent to a meat grinder-like battlefield by the termites who are still immersed in the memories of the past.

This is certainly a kind of cleansing, but at the same time, it is also a kind of tempering. Now, at this moment when the war inexplicably ends, the horn of counterattack and the balance of power have already tilted.

...Langting City...

"Sorry, the Lou family does not interfere in Qingyun's internal affairs. Please go back." Lou Xian did not wait for the man in front of him to continue speaking. He stretched out his hand and pointed. A ring surrounded him, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

"Dad, this isn't going to work!" Lou Fan said helplessly as he watched his dad use the same method to drive away the fourteenth guest of the day.

"Nonsense, I know this better than you!" Lou Xian glared at his son, then seemed to react and frowned:
"You finally got promoted?"

Lou Fan was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly turned, realizing that his father's words might have something to say. He immediately shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, no! Don't think of leaving the head of the family to me. I'm almost there. I plan to go out and take on some work. It just so happens that there are many tasks in the clan, so I'll share some with the younger generation. You can continue to work hard for a few more years!"

"How many more years?!" Lou Xian stared, wanting to slap him, but after thinking about it carefully, he sighed and said:
"Okay, but stay away from both. Even though those old guys are no good, the other side may not be that strong. Tsk, it would be great if that unlucky guy was in China!"

Lou Fan naturally knew who the unlucky star his father was talking about, and said with a smile on his face:

"That's easy. I just received news that Shuang'er used the family's channels in Celinina. Feng Xue should be there. I'll go find him right away...ah!"

Imitating the way his father usually patted him, Lou Xian slapped his disappointing son on the wall and said with glaring eyes:
"How did you learn history? How many of those who showed up at the beginning could make it to the end? Since you've already escaped, don't drag Shuang'er back into this mud pit! Okay, get out! I'm annoyed just by seeing you!"

Lou Fan, who had dug himself out of the wall, was not angry at all when he heard this. He walked out of the room with a brisk pace. Soon, a group of peers surrounded him.

"How is it, young master? What does the head of the family say?"

"What else can I say?" Lou Fan pointed at his clothes that were still stained with wall dust and said helplessly:

"The old man treats Shuang'er better than me! The old man has said that no one is allowed to go to that unlucky star. Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)