I will never give in to Miss Death

Everyone was indeed shocked by the "character demonstration" that Xiaomo created with magic, but few people seemed to think in terms of "we are not ordinary people". Saying "it's like magic" was just an exaggeration.

Actually, come to think of it, the inertia of thinking here on Earth makes it impossible for everyone to think about "magic". If I hadn't met Xiaomo, and if I saw similar "character demonstrations" at a comic convention, my first reaction would probably be "this comic convention actually spent so much money on this kind of technology", and then I would have a brief discussion with my friends about "how exactly to achieve such an effect", and I would probably forget about it after three to five months.

Moreover, I was actually very surprised that Xiaomo could actually "improvise" to this level.

Xiaomo doesn’t know much about the technology on Earth, nor has she seen any videos related to this “Little Lucky Grass King”. She came to the stage purely because I agreed to ask Xiongxiong for “emergency help”, but she was able to host this “live performance” very easily without any preparation, and cooperated with me very well.

On the stage, I tilted my head quietly and glanced at Yin Xiamo beside me.

Xiaomo...should have a similar past, right?

When I was very young, the first time I went on stage to speak was because I was taken there by my teacher to introduce myself. At that time, my heart was beating faster and I had no idea what to say. Later, when I went on stage again, it was for group recitations, chorus, group dances, etc. Finally, after graduating from school and working, I worked as a waiter who was troubled by customers, and as a salesperson who introduced products to customers.

Even with all this in my past, I didn't feel relieved when I ran onto the stage. On the other hand, Xiaomo looked like she was used to it the whole time. In front of so many audiences, she even gave me a look that said "It's okay, keep going."

For some reason, when I saw Xiaomo's eyes, my originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

Thank you……

"The little grass god is so cute when he tilts his head!"

"Who has this girl's contact information? Is she a professional Cosplayer? Why haven't I seen her before?"

"So cute, did you take a picture of it just now? The way the little girl looked at the yellow-haired host was so silly and stupid, ah... I'm dying, how can it be so cute."

"She hadn't been rehearsing for long. It felt like she was brought in to save the day. But I couldn't hold back the expression and movements she made just now. She looked so pitiful."

However, it was because of his subconscious action of "tilting his head to look at Xiaomo" that he once again caused exclamations from the onlookers below.

In an instant, the sound of "click, click" of photographs rang out one after another, and all kinds of praises and teasing made me not know whether to be angry or laugh.

What are you talking about? You are the one who is talking about stupidity. I just subconsciously...

No, it wasn’t subconscious, I was just very surprised that Xiaomo could do such a thing!

"It will take some time before the president of Jialan Company brings back the prototype. During this time, let's enjoy the last show, a solo by this little guy next to me, a song with an Elvish theme - Abolition of Prison!"

While the audience's attention was not on me, Xiaomo spoke these words very naturally into the microphone, then bowed slightly and turned off the microphone.

With a "ding" sound that sounded like a system prompt, the "palace" that had disappeared once again covered the entire stage.

"I will use dreams to convey the grammar of the Elvish language to your mind in a moment, and the corresponding lyrics will appear in front of you. Noer, just sing along to the melody. It's very simple."

When we were leaving, Yin Xiamo whispered to me, "You are in elf form now. Just relax and perform normally. Then everyone in the venue will become your fans."

"..."

……

No. 277 The dawn here is quiet

In elf form, my "perception" of the world is much clearer than when I was a human.

I used the word "clear" because in the "human" language, it seems that only these two words combined can barely express this feeling.

In human form, as a girl, apart from the obvious differences between my body and those of men and my senses being more sensitive and acute than those of men, my body and mind are generally the same.

But after entering the elf form, the whole world seemed to have turned into an elegant poem to me. All the worries and troubles disappeared, as if the passers-by in the audience and the electronic products around me...all became mountains and flowing water, white snow and morning dew.

At this moment, I finally understood the most core difference between elf mode and human mode.

That is... a dream.

It is like a dream and reality, Mount Sumeru and Mount Keuna.

Moreover, I don’t know if it was because I was wearing the special clothes made for the elves, but after Xiaomo performed a stage play with all kinds of life magic, I, who was originally a little restrained, quickly adapted to this soft and light world. At Xiaomo’s signal, I took the microphone she handed to me and turned it on.

"Jingle Bell--"

In the beautiful light green world, the sound of music slowly began to play.

I don’t know what kind of magic Xiaomo beside me seemed to have used, but several lines of text floated in the air in front of my eyes.

It wasn't any kind of language I knew, but to me in this state... it was very familiar.

"Honey, I know this could be the end of the world."

Bathed in the sound of music coming from all directions, I stared at the beautiful words in front of me and whispered -

"For thousands of years, we have exchanged the same steps."

"Now, all that remains on the beautiful earth is gold, golden skirts, golden harps, and golden sunshine..."

A melodious and beautiful sound came out of my throat.

Different from the soft and sweet loli voice that I can usually use when I open my mouth, when I sing, I feel that my voice seems to be more "girly".

Moreover, this voice seemed to carry some kind of aura that made people feel very comfortable listening to it.

It's like the feeling of comfort and hope after a war, when the sun shines obliquely through the dense forest and falls on the wounds of a wounded kitten.

It's a little sad, but full of vitality and very comfortable to listen to.

Beautiful language, beautiful voice, beautiful melody.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but in this state I really saw deep forests and sunshine, ruins and cats.

Just like the name of the song - Under the Abandoned Prison.

I saw wars, forests stained red with blood, and lakes stained red by fire.

I seemed to have come to the edge of the forest where flames were blazing, half-kneeling beside the injured animals, holding them one by one in my arms.

"This……"

"What kind of song is this...so healing..."

"This is the first time I've heard such language. Which country is it from?"

"I feel like I've been purified. Oh my god, did they hire such a professional singer..."

To me, this song may only sound a little "warm", but passers-by below feel "instantly conquered".

Almost at the moment when my singing started, I saw that half of the people who were originally pulled over by their companions and were playing with their mobile phones raised their heads.

Even people far away who had no interest in the "stage play" turned their eyes over because of the singing, with surprise on their faces.

"Don't make any noise, just listen to the song, it's really nice."

"This little girl's voice is so perfect. Is this a sound that a human can make?"

"Shhh—stop talking."

"..."

Growing up, I had never sung publicly like this alone, except in a chorus.

Most people in this world have more or less experienced various evening parties during their school days. Whenever there is an evening party, there will usually be solo performances. This is a huge challenge for the singer, as it not only tests your basic singing skills, but also requires very strong psychological qualities.

When I was in middle school, my desk mate once volunteered to sign up for a solo program at the school's New Year's Eve party. Her dream since childhood was to become a singer. I still remember that the program she signed up for was a solo of the folk song "Jianjian Yao".

On the day of the party, my desk mate was standing on the star-studded stage wearing a very cute dress, looking as proud as a little princess. I clapped my hands until they were numb.

At that time, I also fantasized that one day I would be able to stand on my own stage like this.

Then this idea was extinguished by my relatively ordinary self - I probably don't have the courage to do it.

I didn't expect that my childhood dream would come true in this way today.

Childhood dream, childhood dream.

That’s probably what it means.

"The fading song of the world sings us on our journey."

"Please grant us light, beautiful and pure eternal guardian..."

Following my body's instinct, I gently held the microphone, faced the large audience around me, and walked forward bravely.

[Don’t cry anymore, smile is more suitable for you]

It's not your fault

[If one day I am no longer here, promise me that you will live well]

Listening to my own singing, I seemed to have come to a fantasy country, with pictures flashing before my eyes.

The sky, snow-capped mountains, forests and seas of another world.

When Momo was a child, she was touched on the head and hid aside in disgust.

The hungry Xiaomo was attracted by the roasted food and moved towards the campfire shyly.

Momo, who was only the size of a small dinosaur, was holding a spear in the forest, and was swaying from side to side because she was too light.

A brave man wearing a helmet and a cloak sat on the top of the mountain looking at the moon. The night wind blew up the soft cloth of his golden cloak.

At this moment, I was completely immersed in "memories". I no longer had the timidity I had when I first went on stage. The sound that came out of my mouth also became a purer substance close to "energy".

[Are you stupid? You can't eat this raw! ]

[There is nothing else you need me to teach you in life, except cooking]

[Momo, you have learned the forbidden lightning spell but you still can't cook? I've said before that as long as you learn to cook, there is nothing else I can teach you, even if it's just as simple as cooking rice? ]

"We met at that corner."

"My distant hometown, can I go with you?"

"There will be an end to the other side of time and space, right?"

On the stage, fragments of memories floated before my eyes one after another.

The audience below is getting more and more...

The music resounding in the headphones and throughout the entire venue was obviously not something that could be produced by any musical instrument in this world. It was as if it was the wonderful magic that everyone had always believed in as a child. This music brought everyone who heard it in the venue to the clouds, to the Garden of Eden filled with happiness and warmth.

More than half of the passers-by who were originally holding up their mobile phones to record the screen slowly put their hands down.

The originally bustling venue gradually became quiet.

Halfway through the song, a magical scene appeared.

The people around no longer looked at the stage with disdain and impatience, and the expressions on people's faces were no longer one of distress and anxiety, but filled with relief as if they had been healed by holy light.

A high-pressure society, a high-pressure environment, and high-pressure people’s hearts.

Disappeared in an instant.

Many people unconsciously stretched out their hands and clapped their hands to the rhythm of the music.

"what happened?"

In a trance, I seemed to hear the voices of Xiongxiong and several people talking behind me.

"We have brought back the prototype and equipment. What's going on on the stage? Where did you get this projector?"

"I don't know. My friend... Nuo'er sings really well. I heard her singing nursery rhymes at the turtle-raising family's house just now. That voice seemed to have magic. I almost couldn't recover."

“Is your friend a professional singer?”

"No, she is a novelist."

"What do you say?"

"The author of the novel..."

"..."

I was on the stage, and seeing the venue suddenly become quiet, I lowered my voice a little.

"The dawns here are so quiet, and the journey begins from my hometown."

"It ends in a field watered by starlight..."

"..."

I had never heard of this song, never sung it before, and I didn't even know the lyrics, couldn't read the words, or know what language it was in. But I sang it on the stage following the melody in my heart.

Except for being a little nervous at the beginning, I basically chanted according to the most primitive music deep in my body in the next few minutes.

In the song, I seemed to see some of Xiaomo’s past and part of the history of the elves.

War, peace, destruction, reconstruction, life, death.