The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 335 Storm of Wolf

  At noon, the sun rose to the center of the sky.

  Nuocheng’s most prosperous commercial street, the song and dance hall, which has been renovated for more than a month, is officially open for business.

  The warm weather is rare, and the people who wander under the shiny golden signs of "Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall" also become happy.

  A pair of eyes looked at the elegant and vulgar door of the dance hall with novelty.

  Several half-person tall blue vases are arranged in a figure eight shape by the door, and wet dew is hung on the delicate flowers in the bottles.

  The breeze stirs a fresh and moving fragrance, and colorful petals fall all over the floor.

  However, in front of the vase, there is a huge blackboard placed quite funny.

  A few words of Dou Da were written directly on it.

  "On the first day of opening, 20% off consumption!"

  Nuocheng people are the smartest.

  Even if you can't write your name, you can recognize the discount information.

  So one after another, eager guests, with various thoughts, stepped on the soft saffron carpet and poured into a simple and elegant place.

  The gorgeous crystal lamp on the ceiling sprinkles a gentle yellow light.

  The decoration in the hall is like a combination of a small theater and a pub.

  A wreath of mistletoe, spruce or pine branches hung on the amber painted wall to welcome the coming winter solstice. The red embroidered curtain concealed it, and the curtain drooped solemnly and quietly.

  The exquisite carvings around the hall divide the hall into upper and lower floors, which are connected by low stairs at the left and right entrances, which enhance the sense of hierarchy of the dance hall.

  Guests can have a panoramic view of the main stage directly in front of the hall and enjoy the performance more relaxedly in the upper VIP seats with a quiet environment and a wide view.

You can also choose the lower floor of the hall to sit with family and friends on the neatly spread phoebe wooden tables on both sides, let the candle sway, taste fresh and delicious fruits, crispy and juicy barbecue, and drink a few glasses of the manor on the outskirts of Nuocheng. Fine white wine.

  ...

  At this moment, it is exactly noon.

  The hungry and curious guests who poured into the lobby took their seats.

  Nuocheng has a population of tens of thousands, and the demand for various entertainment items is increasing day by day. People like to try new things.

  A combination of multiple factors, unconsciously, the 30 or so seats in the song and dance hall were all filled.

  In the auditorium, there are working people with plain clothes, lean builds and dry complexions, as well as little nobles and businessmen wearing hats, rings and other fashionable accessories, and colorful clothes.

  There are many bards who are dressed up in bells and whistles, holding clarinets, accordions and other musical instruments, to cheer for their companions.

  This scene perfectly fits the vision of the great poets Dandrien and Pusila. This song and dance hall combines the style of theater and tavern, and what it wants is to appreciate both the elegance and the common.

  You can have fun here regardless of your status.

  ...

  The demon hunters sit in the front auditorium on the left side of the lower level, crossing the spacious red carpeted dance floor, and the main stage is within reach.

  Under the strong request of the great poets, they put on more decent outfits, combining complicated underwear, shirts, trousers and tunic tops.

  Lede people’s chest is stuffy, under the tight clothes, the demon hunter’s wide shoulders and wide back, the developed muscles are ready to emerge.

   is like a farmer wearing a royal gown and an illiterate stepping onto the stage to recite poetry, not at all.

   "Bar..."

  Serit took a sip of the slightly sour wine, frowned, and pulled the collar inlaid with a circle of fox fur with a look of disgust, intending to make it bigger.

   "Boy, this is what you call a surprise show? Let us wear inappropriate clothes and endure the torture here. I can guarantee that I can't kill a wild boar now!"

"Yes, Roy, you must give us psychological compensation! Gollum..." Oaks greedily ate away half a bottle of wine and wiped the dark red wine from the corner of his mouth. "I think the pharmacy's profit last month was used to compensate. Not bad? What do you think?"

"It makes sense, kid, if the performances of the two poets are not exciting enough to satisfy us," the bald man propped his elbows on the table, his chin rested on the backs of his hands, his amber pupils turned, and the corners of his mouth Yang, with a hint of joking, "You have to accept the punishment and punish you to go up and dance!"

   "Puff!"

  Carl took a sip of wine, clutching his stomach, the muscles on his delicate face kept twitching, turning his head flushed with suffocation.

  The cat vulture sitting in a chair comfortably beside him immediately filled him with a glass of wine.

   "No waste!"

  The boy looked at the teacher's serious gray-green eyes. He couldn't laugh anymore, his face was bitter and he raised his wine glass.

  Kayan, still the same, with a cloak, hood, sunglasses and mask, and his distinctive outfit aroused a lot of curious eyes.

   But if there is nothing wrong with him, he can drink for himself.

  Occasionally touch Karl's head.

  The scarlet pupil was lost in a daze.

   "Guys, there are performers on the stage, but it’s not my turn to dance! And I can’t make it to Corvell. Wait a minute, the show will start soon." Roy stuffed a purple berry into the hood behind his head.

   Raised the goblet and met with the smiling Ms. Zerikan next to him, and the old Moore and his wife, who were slightly cautious on the opposite side, holding Xiaomi.

  ……

  The beautifully decorated wooden platform.

The blonde beauty is holding a half-pear-shaped light yellow lute, wearing a typical bard costume, a blue shirt and red sleeve tights, two trouser legs are orange and sky blue tights, with a golden pointed scalp Boots.

  She sits relaxed on the high stool, her lips are slightly curled, and there is a confident and indifferent smile on her face.

  Beside her, the stage is in the center.

  Purple iris hat, velvet shirt, handsome and elegant poet, cleared his throat suddenly.

  "Dear sirs and beautiful ladies, good noon!"

  "I, Dandrien, the director of this dance hall, I’m here to officially announce——

  Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall, officially opened today, a sunny afternoon! Thank you for your support! Everyone is willing to visit, our shop is really brilliant! "

  A gentle but powerful voice echoed in the hall.

  Dandreen stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed to the crowd.

  The original noisy voice among the seats suddenly became low.

  Even workers who do the cheapest work know that they should keep quiet before performing.

   "I have a good reputation in the poetry world, I believe everyone has read my poems more or less--"

   "The Dilemma of Love?"

  In the audience, a woman exclaimed!

   "That's right, it's the next masterpiece."

   There was a small range of noise between the tables. It was obvious that many people recognized this great poet, and the brightly dressed "artistic young women" were even more shy and timid, and cast aside their eyes.

  "As the winter solstice day is approaching, I wish you all a happy holiday in advance. In addition, I want to say something from the bottom of my heart..."

   "I have been wandering outside for more than 30 years. I moved from one city to another. Over the years, I wrote thousands of poems and met countless beauties. Why did I settle down in Nuo City?"

   "Because this city is the most inclusive, no matter what the North and South, no matter what country, no matter what race, you can find peace here."

   "Of course, there are dark and sad memories in the corners of Nuocheng...but there is also no lack of kindness, tolerance, vitality, and prosperity."

  "So I chose this city to realize my dream and open a song and dance hall-a gathering of different races, and enjoy singing and laughing.

  Different styles merge into one, which can be appreciated by ordinary people and nobles. "

   "Today, I finally realized this dream."

  "Here, I have to thank the demon hunters masters from the Viper School and the Cat School: Roy, Resso...Thank you for their generous and selfless sponsorship."

  The great poet and Pusilla bowed deeply at the Demon Hunter's table.

   "And, with my reputation for so many years, I guarantee that the character of the master demon hunter is as broad and noble as this generosity. It is definitely not like the rumors in the countryside."

   "Those words are all malicious slander!"

"Don’t gossip, I think you have had enough heart with me. Next, the famous bard Ms. Pusila will dedicate a song to all distinguished guests. It will be composed by the master of the witcher Roy... Love story."

   "The title of the song "Wolf Storm", please enjoy it!"

  Dandreen, moved the high stool to the center of the stage.

  The blonde beauty has cocooned slender fingers and a light pluck of strings.

   "Ding Dong..."

  After the vibrato that resembles a clear spring.

  The noise in the audience gradually stopped, and even the sound of eating and drinking all disappeared.

  Dozens of gazes, they all looked at the center of the stage at the same time, leaning against the body under the gentle light, the poetess with elegant blonde hair and beautiful face.

  "Dingdong...dingdong...dingdong...dingdong...ding..."

  "Dingdong...dingdong...dingdong...dingdong...ding...ding..."

  ...

  The melodious and gentle music reverberates around the beam.

  Flicking the strings with plain hands, Pusila's red lips lightly opened:

   Use your finger to caress my scar and fate is knotted

  Look at the stars

  Open the wound and try to heal it

  Until it becomes the swirling pattern of fate

  ...

  The sound of music enters the ears.

  Roy squinted his eyes comfortably, and his heart was moved like a world away.

  He never imagined that one day, he would see Pusilla playing this legendary song with his own eyes, and listen to this moving music with his own ears.

  This scene has only appeared in dreams before.

  But today, I finally experienced it in the real world.

  It's not worth it that he came to this other world to take a trip.

  Beside Roy, the faces of the demon hunters did not have the initial carelessness.

  The expression changes, and the mood gradually sinks.

  Perhaps witch hunters have no talent for poetry, but their lives are far longer than ordinary people, and they have more or less a dozen relationships.

  Rich experience, so that they can easily understand the meaning of the song.

  I fall into a kind of resonance without knowing it.

  Even Kaiyan, who was completely disfigured, exuded a melancholy temperament under the thick cloak, with a slightly squat figure.

  ...

  In the early morning, you escape from my dream

  Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

  I want to dream about your black hair

  Your purple eyes, teary eyes

  ...

  The song entered the second quarter, and the pupils of Dark Gold slowly turned.

  In the hall, everyone seemed to have been in the hold technique, their eyes were not blinking, or they closed their eyes and listened.

  The more sentimental girl has already felt the unknown ending from the changing tunes and melancholic lyrics, her pretty face dropped and her eyes flushed.

  Old Moore and Susie held their callused and rough hands together and stared at each other.

  Happiness shines in the old muddy eyes.

  Xiaomi Nuo held her fingers in the swaddle, and her **** eyes locked Psira in the dance.

  As young as him, he also kept quiet in this poignant and moving tune.

  Roy's gaze crossed the crowd of different expressions,

   Including Ms. Bu Mengzhe and Todd on the other side.

  Sweep to the glass window next to the entrance of the dance hall.

  A handsome man with short purple hair was parked in front of the window with a gleaming pendant around his neck, staring at everything in the hall dreamily.

  It is the Master Transformer who replaces collectors.

  Although the Demon Hunter also invited him, he didn't seem to want to enter the hall.

  After all, his identity is no small thing. If he wants to appear in some public places like ordinary people, it is easy to disturb others.

  Roy can only greet him from a distance.

  ...

  Are you destined for me

  Or just love God unintentionally

  When I said my wish

  Did you fall in love with me against your wish?

  ...

  Sorrowful continuous questioning sounded in the hearts of all the listeners.

  Roy suddenly raised his eyebrows.

  At some point, under the table, a sneaky foot stretched out and naughty pressed his shoe.

  He turned around, and the girl Zeriken, who was close to her arm, blinked at him, smiled, showing her white teeth.

  She seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and a charming blush rose on her wheat-colored pretty face.

  What are you doing?

  Roy asked in his heart.

  Zerekan took a step further and put her sturdy thigh on his leg.

  The young witcher took a deep breath and turned his head.

  The performance of the blonde beauty came to an end. After playing the last few bleak notes, he saluted the audience.

  In an instant, everyone in the field got out of the sad mood, unanimously relieved, or sighed...

   "Papa Papa..."

   There was a warm applause.

   lasted a full minute.

  Dandrine looked at each other with Pusilla who had left the field.

  The eyes are filled with excitement.

  I am very excited.

  If the performance has been maintained at this level in the future.

  There is no doubt that the dance hall will definitely be able to operate for a long time!

  ……

  Entering the gap between the performances, the hall resumed its liveliness, and the guests were gobbled up by their cups and cups.

   "Little devil, Ms. Pusila's performance is wonderful!" The bald man took a sip of wine, "I won't punish you for dancing this time."

"When do you learn to write poetry?" Oaks craned his neck, put an old bacon-like cheek on the shoulder of the younger generation through a chair, and said enviously and jealously, "Why don't I know you have this kind of heaven? Minute?!"

  A few veteran demon hunters turned their eyes.

   "Uh, I did not create this poem, but I saw it from revelation." Roy hesitated and explained.

   Gently push Cantila's thigh away under the table.

  "Then you will inspire a few more songs in the future...let Dandrien make arrangements," Pussy Vulture stirred his cheeks, his hard teeth opened and closed, and easily chewed the barbecue in his mouth. "We won't lose money!"

  ...

  The music rang again.

  This time, it is no longer a sad and sad love story.

  Rather than ten bards appeared on the stage at the same time, the crisp flute sound, the melodious piano sound, and the dense drum sound ensemble to produce a rhythmic joyous song that is like a spring breeze blowing on the face, a stream ding-dong, and a very rich rhythm.

  Satisfaction with wine and food, some young people spontaneously step onto the dance floor.

   He twisted his limbs happily, with a smile on his face.

   spreads cheerful emotions.

  Emotions spread rapidly.

  One by one guests jumped onto the dance floor side by side, dancing casually while drinking soft wine.

  Dandrine and Pusilla perform an elegant ballroom dance.

  The old Moores holding the baby began to slowly rotate their bodies.

  Of course, there is also the Demon Hunter, who moves fiercely and violently swings their limbs.

   provoked a bunch of young girls, and the little daughter-in-law screamed in surprise.

  Roy was somehow pulled closer to the dance floor by Ms. Zerekan.

  With the cheerful music, he gradually relaxed his body.

  Interlocked with the passionate girl, sometimes close and sometimes far away.

  The atmosphere is getting warmer.

  Everyone has forgotten the troubles and troubles, enjoy and release themselves...the sweat is soaking the clothes.

  I don’t know when...

  The female warlock with red hair, red lips and black silk dress quietly walked into the dance hall.

  Qiao had an angry face, as if it was too late.

   But the mature temperament, the beautiful demeanor drew everyone's attention.

  She broke into the dance floor, grabbed the Witch Hunter's shirt, and pulled him away from Candy.

   whispered in the ear.

   "Little bad guy, don't accompany me to have fun today, don't want me to open the portal!"

   Portal?

Yes.

  Today, everyone in the Snake Sect will leave the City of Freedom and use Coral’s spells to reach the Blue Mountains and go to the Wolf Sect.

  The witcher was in a trance, and followed Rita Ned holding hands, changing his dance posture.

  Cantilla was not angry, and danced comfortably beside them.

  And Roy's eyes turned, looking at the dance floor, under the light, faces engraved in the depths of his soul.

   grinned with a firm smile.

  He will protect all this forever!

  ...

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