Fashen live room

Chapter 78 The Eve of Dawn
Norman didn't know who the man he saw in his right eye was, and he didn't know what he was doing...

No, wait!
He seemed to know what this man was doing.

Fast singing style, personal style, irregular and rhythmic pauses...

Is this what Lancelot was talking about rapping?

Norman really wants to confirm with Lancelot, but he can't communicate with the mages in his body in the meditation space, and if he exits the meditation space now, he doesn't know if he can see this magic again. So Norman decided to stay in the meditation space temporarily after thinking about it.

In addition to the clothes, the room the man was in was also very strange: the wall behind him seemed not to be made of wood, but had gorgeous colors, and the chair he pushed aside was made of a material that Norman had never seen before, and the shape was also very strange. The back of the chair was very high, and underneath it was an octopus-shaped leg... well, this was the first time Norman had seen such a leg.

The man continued to sing that strange song as if he couldn't see Norman, and the words were still slurred, and only the slowest part Norman could understand.In addition, besides the man's voice, there are also some musical instruments, but I'm sorry that Norman has only heard the bard's harmonica in his life, so he can't recognize what kind of musical instruments they are.

Following the man's voice, Norman unconsciously began to "shake" - this is a description, the fact is that Norman is now in the meditation space and cannot make shaking movements.

In this way, not long after, the man finally finished singing and began to speak, and Norman could understand what he said.

It's an old saying.

"Oh, not bad, today's popularity is quite high."

As the man said, the hand that wasn't holding the black round stick was doing some strange movements while flying up and down.

"Friends who like the anchor double-click 666, pay attention to it, and compare their hearts to the veterans. Oh, it's great that someone gave you a gift. Thank you Xiaole for the plane. I'm heartbroken. I'll give you a room manager. Yo……"

As the man spoke, he approached Norman and put his hands out of Norman's sight, wondering what he was doing.

Norman can understand every word the man said, and many words are often used by mages, such as "anchor", "old iron", "housing management" and so on, but he still doesn't know these words What exactly does that mean.

But Norman's attention was quickly attracted by the man's words below.

"Next, I will bring you another rap song, "Grandpa Migraine"..."

If the man said "again", then he was indeed rapping just now!
It turned out that it was really rap...

Norman finally got a concrete feel of what rap was like, and the man's next performance gave him a better understanding of rap.

The man changed to a different song from just now, the rhythm and the sound of the instrument are different, more importantly, this time the rap is faster than before in some parts, but it is not as exciting as before. Man didn't understand at all.

It turned out that Lancelot wanted this effect!
After Norman finished listening to these two songs, he finally had an initial concrete impression of rap.But when he wanted to continue listening, he found that the scene he saw in his right eye was gradually blurred, and disappeared like a wave in a moment, and he could no longer hear any sound.

Now that his right eye could no longer see, Norman immediately withdrew from the meditation space.

He immediately wanted to tell Lancelot what happened in the meditation space just now, but he froze as soon as he opened his mouth.

His every move seems to be watched by the mages in his body. Only the meditation space is a pure land. No matter what he does in it, no one will spy on him, and no one will disturb him. This feeling of privacy makes him feel Norman, who has always lived under the noses of a group of people, feels very comfortable.

And now it's his privacy.

So Norman didn't want to say anything.

After he struggled for a while, the mental exhaustion after the practice hit his head, so he didn't think about it at all, and fell asleep.

Forget it, I'll think about it tomorrow, and now it's time to prepare for tomorrow's entrance exam.

……

When Norman had been asleep for a long time, and there was no sound in the street outside, and it seemed that even the moon had fallen asleep, Tomas, who had been sleeping soundly in bed for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.

He slowly sat up on the bed, moved to the side of the bed, and looked down at Norman who was sleeping on the ground.

The window was closed, and the room was hot and dark, but Tomas's eyes seemed to be able to see Norman's face clearly through the darkness. After looking at Norman's face for a long time, he spoke softly, using an ancient language.

"It's time to say goodbye, old friend."

There were only him and Norman in the room, but now Norman was sleeping soundly because of his mental exhaustion. It was obviously impossible to hear him, so he didn't know who he was talking to. weird.

After Tomas finished speaking, he looked at Norman for a while, his eyes were finally firm, and his right hand slowly stretched out in front of him, his five fingers forming claws, he grabbed his face, and then pulled it out.

Then, an incredible scene appeared.

Tomas actually grabbed a lump out of his own face abruptly!

The lump seemed to leave Tomas reluctantly, and many parts stuck to Tomas's face after Tomas tore it off, but after Tomas's arm was stretched, it still couldn't stick. The whole ball came off Tomas's face.

After the mass was detached from Tomas's face, it twisted for a while, and after a few shakes, it turned into a person, a person only the size of a normal person's palm.

This villain has dark yellow skin all over, and his lower body is smooth. There is no distinction between male and female. He has a pair of emerald green cicada wings on his back. With the wings flying, he actually floats in the air, hovering in front of Tomas.

It looked at Tomas with sad eyes, opened its mouth, made a creaking sound, and didn't know what it was saying, but Tomas seemed to understand, smiled, and said: "Who can not die? Shentu Wu Blade will die, let alone me?"

The little yellow flying man squeaked twice, and Thomas said again: "I didn't die for him, I died for myself."

"I want to know what the teacher wants to do."

Tomas looked at Norman, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and whispered slowly.

"I wasn't sure at first, but from the moment he found the "Heart Sutra of Catch the Sea" from Adrian's notes, I knew that the teacher let me live until now and let me come back here just to wait for him. "

"Who is he? What is his relationship with the teacher? What is the teacher doing all this for? I want to know all this, so I have to do this."

"There is a proverb in the dragon family, which means: If you know the truth in the morning, you will have no regrets even if you die at night. I also think the same way now."

The little yellow flying man squeaked and screamed twice, but Tomas shook his head resolutely and solemnly, and refused.

"The teacher knows me too well, he knows that I will definitely do this."

Tomas smiled bitterly when he said this, his face was wrinkled and curled together, looking extremely old.

"And, for this matter, a god has died, do you think we can stop the teacher? Sigh..."

Finally he pointed out the window.

"Go and live your life, everything here has nothing to do with you."

The little yellow flying man wanted to speak, but Tomas blocked it first.

"Walk."

Tomas's eyes were generous but determined. After a few glances at him, the little flying man finally spread his wings and flew away slowly. He flew to the window step by step, looked back at Tomas for the last time, and then flew out.

The closed window panel didn't seem to exist for the little flying man, he seemed to melt into the water, got in all of a sudden, and then disappeared.

So only Norman and Thomas were left in the house.

Norman was sleeping soundly, while Thomas lay back on the bed, looking in the direction of the window, waiting for the dawn.

(End of this chapter)